Better Late Than Never by Stephanie Morris Page B

back out now. “Yes.”
     
    Randy leaned closer to her. “Wrap your arms around my neck.”
     
    She did what he asked, and he wrapped his arms around her. He stood with her and headed for the stairs. She had no idea how he saw where he was going but then again it was his house. Encircling her legs around his narrow waist she laid her head on his shoulder and held on. He went up the stairs and entered the first room on the right. She unwrapped her arms from around his neck when he released her to stand on her own two feet. He undid the button and unzipped the zipper of her skirt. It slid over her hips and to the floor with a whisper. She brought her hands up to his waist and found his belt buckle. Their eyes met while she undid the belt and tugged his shirt out of his khaki pants. She lifted his shirt, and before it hit the ground, she’d settled her hands on his chest. The contact was brief because he began to strip the both of them.
     
    Within seconds, he had them both of them undressed he his breath came out on a pained gasp. “You are more beautiful than I remember.”
     
    Kristen blushed. The light coming into the room was coming from the bathroom. She could see his body very well, and the man looked like he had been sculpted from marble. The uniform he wore was very deceptive. His head lowered, and when he found one of her nipples, all ability to think escaped her. She gasped and found herself clutching his hair in her hands. He went to lift his head and her grip tightened until she realized he was only switching to the other. Her legs weakened, and Randy picked her up. He placed her on the bed, and her eyes widened at the sight of his erection.
     
    “You aren’t going to fit.”
     
    He chuckled while he reached for protection, and she clapped her hand over her mouth. She wanted to die of embarrassment.
     
    “Did I just say that?”
     
    He smiled. “Yes, you did, but don’t worry. We are made to fit together.”
     
    Her response was forgotten when his hand found the inside of her thighs. She arched into him, moaning when his fingers moved. Within seconds, he had her soaring over the edge. By the time she began to recover, he had donned protection and was sliding into her. His hips thrust forward with need, and she winced again. He bumped up against the barrier, proof she had waited for him. She took a deep breath and tried to relax.
     
    He rested his forehead against hers and looked into her eyes. “Are you okay?”
     
    She nodded, and he sighed. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
     
    She smiled and brought her hand up to cup his cheek. “You won’t.”
     
    He stared at her, and she felt brief panic. She didn’t want him to change his mind. “I’m sure about this, Randy.”
     
    She sighed in relief when he covered her mouth with his in a gentle kiss while he reached down and captured her hips between his hands. She leaned into his kiss, and he thrust deep into her breaking through the barrier of virginity.
     
    Kristen stiffened beneath him, and he captured her cry of pain. She pulled her mouth away from his, but he held her close. He whispered soothing words to her, and she began relax. He brushed her hair out of the way, and his face came into view. His concerned expression touched her, and she relaxed more.
     
    “Are you okay?”
     
    She took a deep, slow, and shaky breath. “I think so.”
     
    “Am I still hurting you?”
     
    She shook her head. He wasn’t hurting her like he had earlier. The pain was subsiding and being replaced with something else. Looking up, she glanced at his face. She saw true concern. Taking a deep breath, Kristen realized the pain was almost non-existent. She exhaled softly. “I’m okay.”
     
    He pulled back and then slid back inside of her. Her breath caught in her throat at the pleasure that now replaced the sensation of pain. With a few more thrusts she brought her hands up and grabbed his shoulders.
     
    “Better?”
     
    She nodded, not having the