"And comes." He rose up higher on his arms, shifted his legs so he was kneeling and grasped her hips, pulling her down so his cock penetrated even more.
She opened her eyes. The new position meant she could easily see his face. He was looking very intently into her eyes. So when her core burst with sweetness, it took a moment to associate that with what her brain said he was doing—finally stroking her clit with his thumb.
But it wasn't like other times. This was so much more. This time the pleasure rippled inside her around his cock, and Janey arched and flung a hand over her mouth to contain her scream.
He held his position, not thrusting in or out, just kneeling there, the invasion quiet but an invasion nonetheless. It was impossible to forget for a moment that he was rooted deep inside her.
More caresses of his thumb. More shattering bursts of pleasure. Janey tried to watch what he was doing but every time his fingertip passed over her in just that way she lost focus, raising her hips for each caress, which pushed him deeper inside. Finally she gave up and closed her eyes, relishing the feelings, and was rewarded by a penetrating sensation of pressure.
"Almost all the way in, baby," he said softly, and then he groaned and drove forward, pulled out, and shoved in hard, and he made a sound that was low and gritty and animalistic.
Janey inhaled sharply. Her hands clutched at air as she tried to assess the damage born from being completely impaled by Nyall's cock.
He didn't move. For a minute as she blinked, motionless, there was only the sound of their breathing.
Then he relaxed the tension in his arms, coming down on one elbow, and Janey felt her hair being petted, stroked, soothed…like a skittish horse, she thought inanely.
Nyall was half lying on her now, with her face tucked into his shoulder. They were intimately close and the musky male scent of him had to be the most seductive aroma she'd ever known, even better than her Grandma Barbara's marinara sauce with salt pork. Impulsively she kissed the base of his throat.
She could feel the muscles in his abdomen clench before she felt his shaft pull out, a tight, almost painful compression that she wasn't sure if she liked or not. Just partway it withdrew, then squeezed back in all the way.
Without pain, this time.
"Oh, Nyall! I liked that. Do that again."
He did, pulling out farther and pushing in steadily, did it again and once more…pulled out…hesitated…
"Nyall?"
His voice was hoarse, urgent. "Janey, you…I need…fuck."
And Janey's senses exploded as Nyall rammed in and in. The plunges came hard. Unceasing. Quickening. So deep she felt them in her throat. Everywhere.
It was too much. Air couldn't find her lungs. Heat all over. The most exquisite massage of her passage, flooding her insides with lust. The scent of Nyall. The harsh sound of his breaths.
She made sounds, too—choking, then wailing, undignified sounds. Pleasure and need mangled her thoughts to a scramble. Janey wanted to tell Nyall what was happening to her so he wouldn't worry but she could only act instinctively, matching her hips to his movements.
"Janey—you are—so—fucking—tight."
The orgasm came from out of the blue, her nerves seizing up in ecstasy as the breath blew out of her lungs in a soft cry. And she learned what it meant to climax with a man's cock inside her. Again and again her body surged, and she'd never felt anything so perfect.
"Fuck, yeah, oh, fuck, baby, come like that, that's so fucking good."
Janey went even more bonkers at hearing Nyall's words. Her whole body was constricted by pressure, even while other pressures burst and released inside her. She writhed without will, her arms and legs doing whatever they did. Nyall didn't seem in control either, moving ferociously and making thrilling grunting sounds. For her. For Janey. It was absolutely wonderful.
Exhaustion hit her from one moment to the next. Her body slackened like overcooked spaghetti.
Just as she started to savor the utter relaxation of it all, Nyall groaned and gave one full thrust that jolted her almost to the head of the bed, his rock-hard body freezing on and within her.
That last thrust butted his cock into something tender inside her deepest core, triggering another orgasm that ripped through Janey unannounced. She moaned helplessly and felt her body tremble, but she was too tired to move and just floated through the climax as it took her in a series of happy clenches.
Afterward, she became aware that Nyall's strange last thrust had probably meant he was having an orgasm, especially since he slumped upon her afterward and then did nothing more.
"Damn. That was brutal." Bracing his arms, Nyall carefully, painstakingly, withdrew from Janey's body. She felt soreness, then pleasurable relief as his member slid free. "Crap, love. I just plowed you like I was the virgin."
She should probably be offended by his unsentimental talk, but Janey couldn't work up the energy. Besides, he was right, she thought. That had been brutal…among other things.
"Novurnum," she mumbled. That didn't work. She tried again, sucking in a deep breath to bring oxygen to her brain. "I'm not a virgin anymore. It's gone," she said, adding smugly, "Obliterated."
"For damn sure." He rolled off her, leaving her clammy and cool without his body heat, but immediately took up her hand in a strong, fierce grip. The almost painful pressure seemed at odds with the rest of his lax body.
He lifted her hand to drop a kiss on her knuckles. Then, while she watched with interest, he removed the condom, tied it, and tossed it carelessly on the floor. He turned toward her and reached out to move her hair out of her eyes. "I must be the worst sleazeball ever, because thinking about how you're no longer a virgin—" he kissed her cheek—"just makes me—" her eye—"want to fuck you again right now."
"Yikes," she said, though she was pleased with all the kisses. And that Nyall seemed interested in cuddling.
"Just hypothetically," he assured her, kissing down her jaw to her collar bone. "I know you're tender. How sore are you, Janey?" Before she could answer, he slid down the bed and boldly widened her thighs, using his thumbs to part her pussy lips and assess her.
In her current limp, shell-shocked state, she could only lie there and let him examine her with a remnant of shyness. He probed her flesh, studying it with a little frown, dabbing at her entrance but not going any farther when she flinched.
He didn't seem happy. "You're chapped and swollen. At least there's no blood."
"Are you feeling bad, Nyall?" Janey shook her head. "You don't have to. Look what we just did." She couldn't keep the pride out of her voice. "It was beyond my hopes. Better than I thought my first time would be all those times I imagined it. All thanks to you."
"Actually, Janey, I'd like to take credit, but my cock just went ahead on its own and took me along for the ride. It wasn't how I planned it." He stroked her cheek and added huskily, "I wanted it to be special. That was a lame fuck."
"Oh." Janey blinked rapidly as tears dewed in her eyes. So much for thinking he'd enjoyed that, too. "I guess it must have been really boring for you."
He looked blank. "What? No, I meant for you. For me…shit, I couldn't stop pounding you. Sweetheart, I'd be fucking you again already if your poor pussy weren't raw. You were beautiful, Janey. Perfect. It's never been like that before."
"Oh." Then, hopefully: "Does that mean I'm a good lay?"
"Janey," he groaned. "A lay. You're killing me."
"I don't understand."
He nuzzled her breast. "If the guy wants to turn around and fuck you again before his cock is even dry, you're Aphrodite to him."
Janey gazed at him wide-eyed, wondering what he was getting at. He returned her regard with gentle amusement. "I see," she said, flustered because she didn't see at all. "That's nice to say. Well, personally, I think you did a great job. I didn't think it was lame. I wouldn't even have a clue you hadn't been with a virgin in ages if you hadn't told me. I think all your mistresses were right that you were the very best lover they could pos—"
His palm covered her mouth.
She spoke in a muffled voice under his hand. "No talking about your mistresses," she guessed.
"Right. It's just you and me in this bed." He kissed his way up to her mouth, then brought her against him. She looked down at his cock and noticed how much smaller he was now, though not what she'd call exactly little. His whole pubic area, surrounded by black curls, was exotic and gorgeous.
"Want to touch?" he murmured.
Happily she accepted his invitation with first hesitant, then exploring fingers. He was a little sticky and quite soft. "Nyall, are condoms uncomfortable to wear?"
"When they're made of rubber, they can be," he answered lazily, raising his hips to meet her touch, his flesh lengthening and hardening even as she held it. How utterly amazing. "The ones I use are nicer because they're made of lambskin. Very little snagging. On hairs," he added in answer to her open puzzlement.
"Oh." She nodded and reluctantly withdrew her hand, fascinated by his renewed erection. "You're teaching me so much. This is all very valuable, thank you."
"Glad I can be of some small service," he said. "Now I have a question for you."