The Rakehell Regency(341)

"It's impossible," she breathed, wide-eyed.



"It will be impossible for me to control myself if you do that again. But no, it's fully possible, with patience, and some preparation. Do you trust me?"



Pamela nodded and answered with complete honesty, "I do trust you. You'd never willingly hurt me, Jonathan. I know you'll be gentle."



"You're not afraid?' Jonathan murmured against her rosebud lips.



"Nay, though I'm convinced I'm on fire." She smiled pertly.



Jonathan's heart turned over. "I love you, Pamela, always."



"And I you, Jonathan. God help me, but I've never stopped loving you, even when I tried to tell myself I had lost you forever. That you despised me, that it was wrong to want you so," Pamela confessed.



He smiled tightly. "I've hated myself for all the nights I've made us sleep alone, both of us, convulsed in an agony of unsatisfied desire. But all you have to do is smile at me, and I fall in love with you all over again. Now I know the suffering was only a prelude to the pleasure," Jonathan said, his longing shimmering in his stormy eyes.



"Oh, darling, I'm so sorry," Pamela whispered tearfully. "I had no idea you suffered so."



"It doesn't matter, my love. The past is over. This is the first moment of our new life together."



Jonathan cupped her chin in his hand, and teased her mouth open until his tongue entwined with hers. His other hand moved between her thighs. Soon her legs parted fully, as she gave herself up completely to the incredible sensations his feathery touches could bring.



Moments later Pamela was writhing on the bed panting in a frenzy of ecstasy, his fingers working deeply within to coax all of the sensual secrets from her body, while he feasted on the creamy peaks of her breasts as she arched against him and breathed his name.



"Jonathan, please," she begged, her nails biting into his shoulders.



"Not yet, my love," Jonathan rasped, reveling in her need for him.



He smiled as he looked down at her parted lips and flushed features, and felt a triumphant surge of joy.



Never could he have believed how much she wanted him, or how much he could satisfy her. Boldly, he moved his kisses down to her soft honey-blond curls, and renewed the exploration his fingers had begun.



Pamela made a shy token resistance at the incredible intimate kiss, but lay back on the pillows as his other hand swept upwards over her body and fastened on one rosy nipple.



Pamela's shimmering hair spread out over the pillow in a lustrous cascade as she rolled her head from side to side in utter abandon, her passion undulating in waves from the center of her body outwards.



Soon Jonathan knew he could not hold out any longer. He waited until her ragged breathing grew calmer, and moved upwards again to take her mouth in a stirring kiss.



"Now please, Jonathan," Pamela beseeched urgently.



He rolled her onto her side to protect her bandaged shoulder. He slicked himself with his dewed fingers and with one sure thrust pressed inside Pamela's silken sheath.



His iron control slipped as he glided deeper into her tightness, breaking through her body's natural barrier. He continued to rub the delicate whorl at the apex of her thighs to push the pain into pleasure.



Pamela let out a small gasp of stunned surprise at the sharp jolt and the stretching sensation which made her feel so full she tried to spread her legs even wider to ease the pressure. She arched her hips to meet his with an instinct which caused him to lunge even deeper.



"God, Pamela!" he shouted, as he cupped her buttocks and ground into her, his climax ripping through him.



She felt her whole body clench, and her cries echoed his own around the white tiled room.



Jonathan trembled from head to toe, and began to grow almost frightened as his pangs seemed to go on forever. He felt her tighten around him, his pleasure only increasing as she cried out his name and her fingernails dug into his buttocks.



Finally they quietened. Jonathan felt so drained he lay curled against her so tightly they both could barely breathe.



"Lord, I'm sorry, I must be crushing you," he murmured, trying to slide to one side.



Pamela pleaded, "No, it's nothing, my love. Stay."



"Did I hurt you badly for your first time?" he whispered, as he brushed her tumbled tresses back from her face, and saw the moist diamonds glittering on her lashes.



"No, my love, never."



"Your shoulder?"



"It's fine,"' she reassured him.



"But you're crying," Jonathan said, kissing the tears away gently.



She stroked his sandy hair back from his brow. "Oh, my dearest, it was so wonderful. It was like coming home after a long journey. Or being surrounded with everything I adore most in the world.