"Haley," he groaned as he lifted his head and gently took her lips in his. She didn't hesitate, clasping onto his supple mouth and accepting the caress of his lips, her hands finally moving from his shaft only so she could clasp his head.
He shifted so they were lying side by side beneath the blanket, his hand rising to enclose her breast, stirring the ever burning coals of desire in her stomach. She felt a pulsing throb begin in her core, as if begging to have him within her body again.
Fear of the pain of his entry was fading as one of his hands rubbed her swollen ni**les, and the other ran along her back and then down to grip her enticing behind. She wiggled in his grasp, not able to get close enough to him.
More. She needed more.
"We shouldn't do this. I don't want to hurt you," he warned.
"Everybody does this, and the slight pain is so worth the pleasure," she countered.
With a moan, Crew slowly turned her onto her back, leaned over and kissed her until she was breathless, then sucked her bottom lip into his mouth. Her hips lifted, seeking his touch.
His fingers moved down her stomach, and then, using the moistness from her body, he rubbed his fingers over that oh-so-pleasurable-spot, drawing out her lustful cry. Just as she was tightening, getting ready to fall headlong over that wonderful cliff again, he pulled back and her cries now voiced her protest.
A low chuckle at her impatience rumbled through his chest. "Let's go over the edge together," he said as he slid over her, his body once again poised above hers, the head of his impressive arousal resting in the cradle of her thighs.
Yes. That was what she wanted. She wanted to fly with him, to soar away into paradise.
Far more controlled, Crew slid a couple inches inside her heat, her body stretching to accommodate him. She felt just the slightest pinch of discomfort, but he apparently could read her body better than she could, because he was slow and easy as he pushed in inch by beautiful inch.
By the time his hips were flush against hers, all Haley could feel was a pulsing need for him to move, to stoke the flames of burning desire that were radiating through her. He stilled as she wrapped her legs around his back, and tugged on him with her hands.
She might have been inexperienced, but her body was having no trouble telling her what she needed. Her limbs were moving as if they had a brain of their own.
"I'm trying to be careful, Haley," he groaned as she continued tugging on him.
"Take me, Crew. Please, now," she begged. "I need you."
Watching his eyes flash with need, she cried out as he began to move, slowly and steadily, in and out of her heat, causing her body to throb.
Closer.
Higher.
Faster.
She was so close to exploding. She needed more, just a little more. Playing her like a master, he sped up, his body hitting against hers in all the right places.
"Your body is so sexy, Haley. I want to be deep within your folds all day and night. The curve of your hips in my hand, the slickness of your heat encircling me." Crew breathed heavily as he continued to thrust inside her.
Haley couldn't form words, could only groan as he lifted her higher, his words pushing her even closer to the edge of glory.
Her tender br**sts ached as they rubbed against his solid chest, her body fully enflamed.
Just as she felt him tense, felt his body stiffen, and his shaft began pulsing against the walls of her core, Haley flew apart, her body gripping him tight as she spiraled down a long tunnel into a dark abyss.
The first explosion had been wondrous and eye-opening; this one beggared speech. Crew stilled above her as the two of them flew down the mountain, their orgasms sapping their last ounce of energy. Haley barely registered the movement as he pulled from her body and shifted their positions so she was once again lying in his arms.
"Thank you for such a gift," he murmured.
She didn't understand what he was talking about, but she was embarrassed at her inexperience and didn't want him to realize how very little she knew of love.
"Why haven't you slept with a man before?" he pressed on.
This she could answer. "I told you when I met you that I wanted to learn to seduce a man. I didn't know how." It was pretty simple.
"Just because you don't know how to seduce a man doesn't mean men aren't chasing after you," he said, the soothing feel of the tips of his fingers continuing to lazily trail up and down her spine, added to her relaxation in his arms.
"I don't want you to know who I really am." The thought terrified her. She was comfortable, sated, happy in this moment. She didn't want it ever to end. Didn't want her past to spoil the mood for either of them.
"Please tell me." He wasn't demanding answers but seemed honestly to want to know.