Glass Slipper by Abigail Barnette Page B

dripping core. “Just for now, we have to go slowly.”
    He had told her all about what would happen when she finally took a man into her body. It would hurt, and it would take time to get used to the feeling of a man’s cock stretching her tight cunt. What had seemed like a trifling detail before seemed much more important now that she faced the reality of it. She knew Julien was a careful and considerate lover, but even he could not make such an initiation painless.
    “Do you still want me?” he asked, looking into her eyes, searching for any sign of reluctance.
    She swallowed and nodded. “Yes.”
    Slowly, he pressed forward. The pressure against her untried entrance grew greater and greater, and then, when she felt she might change her mind, the pressure gave way to stinging pain and a gush of wetness, and he slipped inside of her. Though she had wanted to remain stoic, to prove that she had not been afraid, she could not stop her startled cry, nor the sudden tears that filled her eyes.
    Julien leaned down and kissed the tears from her cheeks, not moving within her but for the wild throb of his pulse there. It seemed too much, too overwhelming to think of how intimately they were joined, how momentous a step she had just taken.
    “Thank you,” he whispered against her hair. Then, very slowly, he sank further into her, filling her slowly until their bodies pressed flush together and she had taken him all the way inside.
    “I don’t know what to do,” she admitted, laughing through her tears.
    “I’ll show you.” He reached down and pulled her leg up to wrap around his waist, then slowly pumped against her. How strange, that she had never felt quite so full and yet quite so empty at the same time. She wanted more of him, more than was possible to take. There was no doubt that she would remember the feeling of him inside of her, memorize every shiver of sensation as the pain faded to warm, glowing pleasure. He pulled back carefully, then pushed forward again, slow, short strokes that quickly became inadequate. She rocked against him, and he shuddered above her.
    “Did I do something wrong?” If she had, she did not know if she would be able to keep from doing it again. Her body screamed at her to move, her cunt clutching at him desperately.
    He laughed, though it was a short, strangled sound. “No. Nothing wrong at all.”
    “Don’t stop,” she panted, rolling her hips against him. Who was this woman who knew to ask for something she’d never had before?
    “The bed could catch fire and I would not stop,” he assured her, and on that final word he began to move in earnest, thrusting into her harder than before. She closed her eyes and held on to him, concentrating on the thick length of him driving in and pulling out with delicious friction. She ground against him, rubbing her clit against the rock-hard length of him as he slid back and forth, until her muscles tightened with that familiar tension.
    “I’m coming,” she gasped in amazement. “Oh god, Julien!”
    He kissed her as she fell over the edge, capturing her scream in his mouth. Her hands clawed at his shoulders, holding on and pushing him away at the same time, and her hips bucked furiously as spasm after spasm of pure ecstasy gripped her throbbing cunt.
    Julien groaned and pulled out of her, trapping his cock between them as he loosed his seed onto her belly. Panting, he supported himself on one elbow so as not to crush her, then rolled aside to catch his breath.
    The sudden loss of his body heat made Joséphine shiver, and she giggled. She couldn’t help it.
    Julien arched one eyebrow, though both his eyes remained closed. “What’s so funny?”
    “I can’t believe it. I can’t believe I’m not a virgin.” She laughed again, covering her face with her hands.
    “I hope you don’t regret it. It’s a bit too late to take it back now.” He rolled to face her and pressed a quick kiss to her cheek. “Don’t move.”
    He sat up and