“Good.”
“Christopher, may I put my arm around you?”
He beamed. “Of course. Yes.”
She wriggled closer to him and laid her arm over his waist. The sensation of
her warmth and softness against his body made his sex ache. Easy, lad. You'll have your chance soon enough.
He transferred his attention to her other breast, and she sighed again. She likes to be touched so far, thank the Lord. I would hate it if she was protesting.
Stoking and tugging first one tender peak and then the other, he listened carefully to each soft sigh and whimper, learning how her untutored body
wanted to be touched.
He claimed her lips again and she responded eagerly, opening to his questing
tongue, twining hers around his, and even chasing it back into his mouth.
Suddenly, her back arched, thrusting her hips forward so her pubic hair slid along his belly. The ache in his penis ratcheted up to near pain as it demanded
satisfaction. Fighting down the urge to tumble her to her back and plunge in, he
continued kissing her while he aroused her. I love how her body softens and relaxes moment by moment. She's such a good girl, so willing to let me try. If
only she were well, how I would delight in caressing her back, cupping herbottom, kissing her belly. Someday I'll show her all these delights. I'm sure nowthat she'll let me.
At last, she was squirming with pleasure and it was time to move on to greater intimacy. He took her knee in one hand to lift and bend it, giving himself
access to her.
“It's very important that you let me touch you here,” he indicated her mound.
“Why?” This time her confusion did not surprise him.
“As I pleasure you, you will become wetter inside. Then, when I take you, it
will be much easier for us both. Can you let me touch your private parts?”
She didn't speak. Her eyes closed, but her leg remained bent, permitting the
access. He stroked the coarse curls for a long moment. Already there was some
dampness there, on the outside of her lips. Excellent. He spread the folds and touched her core. Wet. Wonderfully wet. Finding her portal, he dipped one finger inside. So tight, and there's her hymen, intact. So, her father hadn't molested her.
That's one good thing out of the whole damned situation. He probed further, and she squeaked. He sighed. It's a thick maidenhead though, and she'll have some
pain in the breaching of it. In the meanwhile, he wanted to give her more pleasure. His fingers slid through her folds, upward, until he found what he had
been seeking—a little erect nub of exquisite sensitivity. She gasped, and he could tell she had not realized the spot existed before this moment.
“Are you sure this is right for us to do?” she asked again in a breathy, uncertain voice.
“Yes,” he replied.
“How do you know?”
How to respond? The inspiration came like an answer to prayer. “My dear, if the Lord didn't intend women to experience sexual pleasure, would he have equipped them with an organ that has no other purpose?”
“I suppose not,” she replied, struggling through a visible blend of
embarrassment and arousal to try for a neutral answer. She did not succeed in any way.
Christopher grinned. I'm doing something right. “Please let me touch it,” he
urged. “The more I caress you, the better our joining will be.”
And then he kissed her while his fingers worked gently between her thighs.
Again , she submitted without question, and just as he had predicted, moisture surged. Her breathing grew unsteady and ragged.
“If you feel something building, don't be alarmed,” he advised her. “It's a normal, desirable part of the process. Let it happen.”
Her thighs tensed as the pleasure he was stoking built and built… and then
burst.
She squealed in startled delight as her belly contracted and her intimate flesh
