covered hers as he lay her down on its soft surface.
Her hands ran down the smooth skin of his muscled back to his hips. He drew away, poised over her, waiting. She urged the shorts down and nipped her lip when the soft material caught on his hardness. She freed him from the fabric, the heat of his shaft startling against her fingers. With the shorts off, he shifted to lie beside her.
His mouth quirked up a bit. “You can look.”
Arissa lowered her gaze to see him hard and ready, the curve of his maleness jutting out, the darker blond hair, the softness below.
She reached for him shyly but stopped, unsure, and looked to find his gaze hot.
“It’s okay.” Jolar took her hand and brought it to him, his hand over hers as she wrapped her fingers around his hardness. His skin was velvety soft and as she ran her hand down his shaft, his breath caught, his eyes fell shut and the tingles of his arousal surrounded her. His lips parted, and he showed her how to stroke him, his hand closing over hers to squeeze.
His breath was coming faster, and he moved his hips under her touch until his hold suddenly tightened on her hand.
“Better stop now,” he said with a shaky laugh. “Or this will be over before it starts.”
He drew her hand away and with a wild thrill she saw he was trembling a little. He turned so he was against her side.
His hand slid over her hipbone to her lower belly, resting just above the thatch of dark hair there. “I want to touch you too. Tell me what you like.”
“I don’t know,” she managed.
“What do you like when you touch yourself?” Her face went hot and he gave a soft laugh at her stunned mortification. “It’s okay, everyone does it.”
“Do you?” she demanded, embarrassment giving her voice an edge.
“Yes.”
She caught it then, how much knowing she sought her own pleasure aroused him.
“Tell me what you like,” he said, his voice huskier now, his hand slid lower resting now at her center. “I have an idea.” He gave a soft, breathless laugh. “I know exactly how I want you to tell me.”
His fingers slid against her, tracing the lips there then lightly touching her where she was most sensitive and her mouth parted. He drew little circles over the spot and her breath caught at the tightening pleasure of it.
He drew back a little to watch her again, his fingers moving rhythmically. “Like it?” he murmured.
“Gods, yes!” she gasped.
He pressed closer, his hardness hot against her hip, arching his body over hers, his breathing coming faster. She moved against his touch, her eyes opened to meet his, her lip caught between her teeth as the tightness grew.
His glance ran over her face, his pupils large and he gave a quick, almost feral smile before he brought his mouth to hers again. His tongue darted in and out between her lips, a taste of what he wanted next.
He slid a finger insider her, then two, his thumb moving against her and groaned.
“You’re so wet.” Jolar’s eyes were nearly glowing as he searched her face. “Do you want this? Do you want me inside you?”
“Yes!”
He moved between her legs then, his big warm body covering hers as he positioned the tip of his shaft at her center.
He touched his mouth to hers. “So beautiful,” he murmured then slowly began to sink into her folds.
Arissa watched his eyes shut briefly as he entered, his expression become absorbed as the pleasure he felt at being inside her surged through her mind. She made a soft sound at the pinch of pain when he filled her. He stayed there, his body tight. The sensation of having him inside was a wonderful shock.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice ragged, rough. “Do you want to stop?”
“No,” she whispered. She wrapped her arms around his neck. “No, please don’t stop.”
Relief and heat burst around her and he started to move. For a moment it was as if she were in two places at once, feeling him hot inside her, feeling every
Her hands ran down the smooth skin of his muscled back to his hips. He drew away, poised over her, waiting. She urged the shorts down and nipped her lip when the soft material caught on his hardness. She freed him from the fabric, the heat of his shaft startling against her fingers. With the shorts off, he shifted to lie beside her.
His mouth quirked up a bit. “You can look.”
Arissa lowered her gaze to see him hard and ready, the curve of his maleness jutting out, the darker blond hair, the softness below.
She reached for him shyly but stopped, unsure, and looked to find his gaze hot.
“It’s okay.” Jolar took her hand and brought it to him, his hand over hers as she wrapped her fingers around his hardness. His skin was velvety soft and as she ran her hand down his shaft, his breath caught, his eyes fell shut and the tingles of his arousal surrounded her. His lips parted, and he showed her how to stroke him, his hand closing over hers to squeeze.
His breath was coming faster, and he moved his hips under her touch until his hold suddenly tightened on her hand.
“Better stop now,” he said with a shaky laugh. “Or this will be over before it starts.”
He drew her hand away and with a wild thrill she saw he was trembling a little. He turned so he was against her side.
His hand slid over her hipbone to her lower belly, resting just above the thatch of dark hair there. “I want to touch you too. Tell me what you like.”
“I don’t know,” she managed.
“What do you like when you touch yourself?” Her face went hot and he gave a soft laugh at her stunned mortification. “It’s okay, everyone does it.”
“Do you?” she demanded, embarrassment giving her voice an edge.
“Yes.”
She caught it then, how much knowing she sought her own pleasure aroused him.
“Tell me what you like,” he said, his voice huskier now, his hand slid lower resting now at her center. “I have an idea.” He gave a soft, breathless laugh. “I know exactly how I want you to tell me.”
His fingers slid against her, tracing the lips there then lightly touching her where she was most sensitive and her mouth parted. He drew little circles over the spot and her breath caught at the tightening pleasure of it.
He drew back a little to watch her again, his fingers moving rhythmically. “Like it?” he murmured.
“Gods, yes!” she gasped.
He pressed closer, his hardness hot against her hip, arching his body over hers, his breathing coming faster. She moved against his touch, her eyes opened to meet his, her lip caught between her teeth as the tightness grew.
His glance ran over her face, his pupils large and he gave a quick, almost feral smile before he brought his mouth to hers again. His tongue darted in and out between her lips, a taste of what he wanted next.
He slid a finger insider her, then two, his thumb moving against her and groaned.
“You’re so wet.” Jolar’s eyes were nearly glowing as he searched her face. “Do you want this? Do you want me inside you?”
“Yes!”
He moved between her legs then, his big warm body covering hers as he positioned the tip of his shaft at her center.
He touched his mouth to hers. “So beautiful,” he murmured then slowly began to sink into her folds.
Arissa watched his eyes shut briefly as he entered, his expression become absorbed as the pleasure he felt at being inside her surged through her mind. She made a soft sound at the pinch of pain when he filled her. He stayed there, his body tight. The sensation of having him inside was a wonderful shock.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice ragged, rough. “Do you want to stop?”
“No,” she whispered. She wrapped her arms around his neck. “No, please don’t stop.”
Relief and heat burst around her and he started to move. For a moment it was as if she were in two places at once, feeling him hot inside her, feeling every
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