Chapter 32 The First Time

Chapter 32 The First Time
As Dane moved away, Tessa reached beneath the towel, taking him in her bare hand. She gasped at the unexpected sensation of heat and strength, felt his penis pulse in her hand.
"You're right. You're not taking advantage. I am." By backing away, he'd given her the gift of choice. It was her choice to do with. With him.
Surging up, seeking his mouth, she pulled him down. "I want you, Dane. And I want this."
She wanted him. The last of his reservations crumbled with her words. With her bold touch. He would be her first. The thought echoed in his mind and made him feel oddly possessive. Powerful.

Stripping away his towel, her closed his hand over hers, marveling that her small fingers could scarcely span his width, teaching her what he liked, how he wanted to be handled. Her feather-like touches weren't enough; they drove him mad for more. He liked a firm grip.
"Good girl," he praised, voice tightening.
He lowered his mouth, teasing a taunt nipple gently between his teeth. He heard her sharp intake of air and tugged lightly, knowing she had yet to learn what she liked. The possibilities were endless. And he planned to take all night showing her.
As he suckled, his hand moved down, trailing to the damp tangle of curls. Gently, he parted her, patiently stroking.
"Spread your legs," he urged.

She did and immediately felt the heated sweep of his fingers invading her flesh. His thumb flicked over her swollen nub, causing her to grow wetter, easing his way, causing delicious tremors of pleasure to wash over her.
Tessa trembled at the sensations, cried out at the pressure building inside her. "I can't take this."
Her grip had tightened on his manhood, stroking up, up, faster, harder. Dane yanked her hand away, desperately close to losing control. He had never known a need this fierce. "Easy, love. I'll explode."
As if to deny his words, she touched him once more, pushing him dangerously near the edge. "Please!"
Grasping her hands, Dane eased her onto her back, then levered his weight on top of her. He held himself propped on his elbows, letting her get used to the feel of him. Her eyes widened with comprehension. Apprehension. He was big all over. He could crush her. But for some reason, she knew he wouldn't. The momentary panic fled on the heels of wonder as she acquiesced to his dominance.

Dane watched her eyes as he slowly slid his shaft against her. Unable to stop himself, he groaned and repeated the motion. Sweet Jesus. She was heaven. Tessa bucked beneath him, grinding her hips against his, shuddering at the sensation.
"Tell me what you need," he rasped.
She pressed her lips against the base of his throat, shuddering. "You. Inside me. Now."
Her confession slashed the last of his restraint. He ran a hand down her side, to her hip, positioning her, holding her. "Raise your knees," he instructed.
He drew back, his blunt tip poised at her slick opening. Slowly, he let some weight ease forward, watching her face for signs that he was going too fast. He pressed deeper, feeling her body's resistance. At her soft moan, he hesitated, wishing he could make this first time easier for her. Wished he could make it last forever. Her eyes fluttered shut.
"Look at me, Tessa. I want to watch you." He kissed the tip of her nose. "I want to be the only thing you think about. The only thing you feel."

Tessa wrapped her arms around his neck, locking her eyes with him. She gasped at the sensation of him parting her, entering her, knowing this was only the beginning. He lowered his mouth and started tugging at her nipple. She felt the heat increase and moved against him slightly. Experimentally. She wanted more of him. All of him. The pain....the pleasure.
The pressure between her legs grew, invading, cleaving, until it felt as if she might split in two. For a wild moment, she wanted him to stop, the pain too great. She cried out, unable to stop the tears. Then there was a sharp tearing, a burning sting.
And then he was in. Deep. Filing her like nothing ever had. Hurt gave way to marvel at the feeling of being joined together, of being one. He rained kisses across her face, reassuring her with soft words. "Talk to me, sweetheart. Let me know you're okay."
"I'm okay."
"Sure?"

She caught his mouth, wanting his lips on hers. "Positive."
He withdrew slightly, then slid back in, deeper, saw her eyes widen. "What are you thinking?" He wanted it all; her thoughts, her feelings, her physical response; he wanted nothing held back.
"I didn't think you'd fit.....this well."
Dane grinned. The fit was perfect. Cupping her bottom, he drew her closer, moving in and out with longer strokes, watching her reaction, enchanted.
Tessa bolted as if hit by lightning. The slight change in positions brought him in direct contact with her center. The sensations he caused were building, growing.
"Dane." She felt painfully short of breath. "More."
Her simple plea nearly made him lose it. He fought for control and found it. "Wrap your legs around my waist."
She did, moaning as Dane buried himself to the hilt--then oulled back. Only to do it again and again and again, raising her slightly with each stroke.

Tessa felt him buried inside her. Fanning the flame. Now she understood where the feeling was leading. If he kept this up, she would burst into a thousand pieces.
Dane had no choice but to continue. She was too tight, too hot. He pumped faster, deeper. Harder. Showing her the rhythm. Tessa squirmed beneath him, panting, crying out his name. Within seconds, she screamed.
Dane sealed her mouth with his, absorbing her cries. When she raked her nails down his back, he felt his control slip, on the verge of snapping.
Time to stop.
But when he moved to pull back, Tessa suddenly tightened her legs, grasping his buttocks to hold him in place as she scraped her teeth against his shoulder, nipping him, lost in her own vortex of shimmering passion. Dane felt her womb clench tightly, milking him. Unable to stop, he exploded in a powerful climax, claiming her.

Cursing, he stiffened as he felt himself pouring into her, too late to withdraw.
Too late to use protection.