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Cheryl sat at the window, wringing her hands, trembling slightly as she thought of the night to come.
She had just been married and was now waiting for her husband--God, she now had a husband!-to come out from the bathroom. She was terrified and was seriously thinking of making a run for it.
Cheryl was 28 years old and been forced into marriage by her father. When he had first proposed the idea, she had vehemently refused. He then proceeded to beat her into submission. The whole arrangement had been a matter of business. Her father had wanted the money that Mark Callaway's company could provide and Mark had wanted an heir to his business and she'd seemed the perfect solution.
But that wasn't why she was so frightened of the coming night.
Although she was 28, she had never experienced sex and didn't quite know what to expect. Oh, she knew the mechanics, what went where, but that was it. She wondered if he would be gentle with her or just take her with no regard to her feelings, only concerned with getting her pregnant.
She was brought out of her disturbing thoughts with a start as the bathroom door opened and Mark Callaway stepped out, wearing black silk pajama pants and matching robe. Her eyes widened in shock at his overwhelming presence and she shot to her feet, ready to bolt in any direction. he was at least 6 foot ten, 320 pounds and every inch lean hard-packed muscle. He had wide shoulders, a broad chest, lean hips and long muscular legs. Even though his body was intimidating, it was his face that held her attention. His compelling features gave her an almost preternatural shiver. His cheekbones were high, jaw strong and nose boldly defined. His lips were sensuously carved and there was a slight cleft in his chin. But it was his eyes that fascinated her. They were the color of green crystal and just as fathomless. He stood still, letting her study him until a light flush crept up her cheeks.
"Come here, Cheryl," he murmured, holding out his hand to her. His voice was like velvet covered steel, soft yet implacable.
She wanted to run for the door and flee into the night, but she steeled herself and hesitantly moved toward him. When she stood in front of him, he took her hand and guided her over to an overstuffed leather chair in front of the fireplace and sat down. He then patted his thigh, indicating that she should sit on his lap. She bit her lip in indecision, but he pulled her down inexorably by her hand until she was perched stiffly on his hard thigh.
Mark was mildly amused by her stiffness, knowing why she was so jittery and also knowing that if he was to get anywhere with her, he had to calm her and make her comfortable with his touch, like one of his skittish mares. He slowly rubbed his hands up and down her arms, warming her skin, before taking her hands and placing them on his chest beneath the silk of his robe, holding them there when she would have pulled away.
"Don't be frightened of me," he said softly. "I'm not going to hurt you."
She looked deeply into his eyes to determine the truth. She didn't see coldness in his gaze, although she didn't quite see warmth there either. She decided to chance telling what she felt.
"I-I've never ..." she paused, gathering her courage, then blurting out, "I've never been with a man before." She quickly averted her eyes, cheeks hot with embarrassment.
Mark lifted her chin with a long finger, bringing her gaze back to him. "I know. I'll try my best to make your first time pleasurable."
Her blush grew hotter as his eyes moved to her mouth, his thumb tracing the luscious curve of her lower lip. She became aware of the heat of his skin beneath her palms. She moved one hand slightly, feeling his muscles move sleekly.
"Explore me as you wish," he murmured. "I want you to become familiar with my body, as I will become familiar with yours."
The invitation was as tempting as it was daunting. She felt her body flush as the last part of his statement sank in. She began to tremble as his fingers trailed down her throat, gently stroking the pulsepoint at the base. She moved her hands over his chest, feeling the heavy beat of his heart, before sliding down to explore his hard belly, running her hands up his ribs. back to his chest where she felt the stiff nubs of his nipples press into her palms. She sucked in her breath as his hand drifted lower to cup her breast, lifting it, kneading it, gently plucking the nipple into hard erectness. He continued his torture on the other breast before leaning forward and pressing his mouth to the pulse at her throat. He flicked his tongue out to taste her, sealing his lips to her flesh and sucking gently.
Cheryl felt a bolt of heat shoot through her and her head fell back in delight. Her hands clutched his shoulders as he bent her backward, bracing his arm behind her, and captured a pert nipple through the cotton of her nightgown. She gasped in surprise, arching her back and threading her fingers through his silky red hair, pulling him closer. She hadn't expected to actually enjoy what he was doing to her, but she was in total ecstasy as his mouth and hands worked their magic on her body.
Mark, judging her to be ready for the next step, stood, carrying her to the bed and, laying her carefully in the center, removing his robe, tossing it onto the chair beside the bed. He settled next to her, raising himself up onto his elbow to look down at her. He had to admit that she was a very beautiful woman with finely boned features. Her nose was small and straight, cheekbones high and lips full and deliciously curved. Her eyes were wide and slightly tilted upward at the corners, and they were the color of molten gold. He lowered his head and brushed his lips softly against hers, his breath puffing warmly against her skin.
Her mouth parted involuntarily, her own breathing rapid and shallow. She shivered as he slipped his hand beneath her gown, sliding it up her leg to her hip, then higher until he pulled it off over her head. She lay stiffly as his eyes slowly studied her naked body, his face totally impassive as to what he thought. She held her breath for his next move, a rosy flush tinting her skin as his gaze touched her breasts, stomach and lower.
"You are lovely," he whispered, his hand weighing her breast, teasing her nipple again.
She licked her lips, her mouth suddenly dry. "I-I'm not."
He quirked a brow at her. "You are contradicting me?" he asked sardonically.
Her eyes widened in apprehension. "No-I didn't mean-" she stammered, starting to tremble, afraid that he would strike her for her insolence.
Mark saw her fear and frowned, wondering why she was cringing at his mildly teasing remark. She looked as if she expected him to hit her. He reached out to stroke her cheek and she flinched away, her pupils dilating in alarm. He paused, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"Why are you so afraid of me? I told you I wouldn't hurt you."
She swallowed hard, hearing a click in her throat. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to contradict you. It's just that I don't consider myself lovely at all. There are others more beautiful than me."
His lips twitched in amusement, his lids lowering a little. "Ahh, modesty. What a novelty." He splayed his fingers on her stomach, feeling her muscles tense and quiver in reaction. For some reason, she was terrified he would hurt her, and he didn't think it had to do with virgin's apprehension. The look in her eyes when he'd reached out to touch her was fearful and resigned. His previous thought that she'd expected him to hit her came back and his brows drew together in a frown again.
"Has someone hit you, Cheryl?"
She bit her lip, tears filling her lambent eyes. "I-I don't know what you mean."
He knew instantly that she was lying and wondered why. He pondered whether he should press her for the truth, but decided to let it go for the moment, seeing that she was literally shaking with anxiety. Instead, he rolled onto his back, bringing her with him until she lay sprawled over him. He grinned at her gasp of surprise. He burrowed his fingers in her thick, dark hair, drawing it around them like a curtain.
Cheryl stared down at him, blinking in bemusement, then blushed an almost painful red when she felt her breasts crush into his bare chest...and the rock hard brand of his arousal pressing against her tender abdomen. "Mark, I-"
"Shhh," he whispered, his hands smoothing down her back to rest in the small of it, sliding his knees up between her legs. "Relax, sweetheart," he rumbled softly. "I want you to feel at ease with me. Sit up, love."
His endearments warmed her and she obliged almost eagerly, sitting astride his hips, her hair cascading down her back to her waist and over her shoulders to half-conceal her breasts. He brushed her hair away so he could fully view the globes.
"Earlier I said for you to explore me and become familiar with my body. I want you to do it now."
She shivered at his low gravelly voice, sensual and mesmerizing. She looked at him uncertainly, clearing her throat nervously. "I don't know-I mean, I've never..."
He chuckled and took her hands, placing them on his chest. "Just do what comes naturally, darling."
She looked at his chest, letting her fingers lightly roam over the broad expanse, marveling at how smooth and supple his skin was, the muscles flexing beneath her palms as she rubbed them over his nipples, bringing them to hard buds again. Her wanderings led her to his stomach and abdomen, where she dipped a fingertip into his navel, feeling the thin line of hair under it that disappeared into the waistband of his pajama bottoms. She studiously avoided it, though she wondered what he looked like fully naked. At the thought, her cheeks again flamed brightly. She glanced at him and saw the warm amusement there.
"There is no place on my body that is off-limits to you, my sweet," he stated. He reached down and hooked his thumbs in the waist and tugged them down, urging her to raise up so he could wriggle out of the garment. He tossed it aside, nudging her further down on his thighs so she could examine him more fully. He smiled as her eyes widened in stunned astonishment.
"Touch me, Cheryl. Don't be afraid of me." She glanced up at him and saw that his crystal-green eyes had darkened until they almost seemed black. She tentatively slipped her trembling fingers down his belly to gently wrap around the pulsating shaft thrusting up from auburn curls.. She was amazed at how hot and hard he was. She licked her dry lips as she slowly began to move her hand up and down the length inexpertly, He covered her hand with his large one and guided her strokes.
"You can tighten your hold. I'm not going to break, though your touch is very nice," he praised. She did so and he growled softly, his hands falling away to grasp her breasts and knead them, pulling her down to capture one in the liquid fire of his mouth, suckling, nibbling and teasing it until it was painfully stiff. She moaned, watching his lips tug on her, her fingers stroking a little faster, instinctively using her other hand to pump the root of him. He bit down on her sensitive flesh, making her squeak in startlement.
Mark groaned, his hips arching in pleasure. He hadn't expected to feel his body react so readily to her ministrations. He'd had his share of experienced women and had never responded as intensely as to this innocent girl. He moved to the other mound, feasting on it with growing hunger, his hand going to hers to urge her to quicken the tempo even more.
Cheryl was starting to feel less inhibited and more bold as she let her fingertips skim down his length to explore the sacs at the base, marveling at how soft the skin was. She cupped both balls and gently massaged them, rolling them in her palms, pleased to hear him grunt in delight.
Abruptly, she found herself on her back, Mark settling himself gingerly between her thighs, fitting himself in the cradle of her hips. He kissed her deeply and sensually, exploring every crevice and slick surface. His hand slipped into the wet heat of her slit, making her buck in shock.
"Shh, baby, it's all right," he murmured huskily, kissing the corner of her mouth, fingers probing until he found what he sought.
Cheryl gasped and ground her hips involuntarily into him as a shockwave of glorious sensation rolled through her. "Mark! Oh, my God!"
Mark watched the expression of rapture on her face and was very pleased. He circled the little nub, feeling it throb. He then delved one, then two long fingers inside her tight, wet sheath, using his thumb to tease the clit.
"Ahh, sweetness, you're so hot. I can feel that you're ready for a man's loving-my loving," he growled in his chest, probing deeply before withdrawing only to plunge back in.
She clung to his massive shoulders, her world spinning out of control as she was overwhelmed by tremendous pleasure. She parted her legs wider, unaware she was doing so, whimpering as his deft fingers pressed even deeper.
Mark removed his hand, much to her mewling protests, and rose onto his elbows, sliding his legs up under hers to hold her legs open as he positioned himself.
Cheryl caught her breath as she felt a firm pressure against her center, then an exquisite fullness as he eased inside her, rocking his hips back and forth to help her stretch for him. When he came to the barrier of her innocence, he reached down to grasp her hips and stilled her slight wriggling.
"I'm about to take your virginity now, my love," he pronounced softly, kissing her lips lightly. "You'll feel pain, but it will pass." She stiffened in alarm. "No, no...relax. It will go easier for you if you loosen up and relax as much as possible."
Cheryl wondered how in hell she was supposed to do that, but she didn't say this aloud, forcing her muscles to loosen, becoming limp.
"Good girl," he approved, pulling out almost fully, pausing for a moment, then driving deep, planting himself to the hilt inside her.
She cried out as agony streaked through her, but as he'd assured her, it passed quickly, to be replaced by a pulsing fullness. He remained still, his lips softly brushing her cheeks and forehead, dropping a light peck on her nose and chin, then kissing her trembling lips.
"I'm sorry, honey," he apologized. "I said I wouldn't hurt you, but this is something that couldn't be helped."
After a long silence, she nodded slightly and smiled hesitantly at him. "I think I'm okay."
He returned her smile, his hands coming up to cup her face and deliver a lingering kiss that left her breathless. He began to move, slowly, cautiously, mindful of her raw nerves. She traced the contours of his muscled back, liking the feel of his warm flesh beneath her hands, rippling and flexing as he worked. She met his easy thrusts instinctively, her breath catching in her throat as heat scintillated through her nerves at the slick friction.
"Oh...oh, Mark!"
Mark kissed the corner of her mouth, slowing down his motions, thinking he was hurting her. "Shhh, sweetheart," he whispered, his breath wafting against her cheek. "Just wrap your arms around my neck and hold on to me tightly, all right?"
Cheryl did as he bid, tangling her fingers in his abundant, silky hair, turning her head slightly to feel the faint stubble of his chin on her lips. Without even thinking, she parted them and flicked her tongue out to taste his skin, the prickle against the tender surface sending shivers of delight through her. She grew bolder when she felt him still and murmur her name, sealing her mouth to his Adam's apple and laving it tentatively.
"Is-is that okay?" she stammered when he remained immobile, not even seeming to breathe. When he didn't immediately answer, she felt her heart begin to flutter in dismay. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean-" Her words were cut off as his lips captured hers in a sweet and gentle kiss that was nonetheless demanding in its intensity. He began to move again, this time in long, deeply powerful strokes, his hands caressing her body, settling on her breasts, kneading and squeezing the flesh, rolling the pearling buds of her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, lightly plucking and pinching them until she was writhing and moaning beneath him in need.
"Ahh, sweet Cheryl," Mark groaned, bending his head to draw a throbbing nub into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before sucking strongly, growling when she arched up into him sharply, crying out in startlement. "Easy, love...easy." He slid a hand under her, pressing into the small of her back as his thrusts strengthened and quickened in tempo, probing deeper and deeper inside her.
"Mark...God, I can't...I feel so...so strange," she gasped, clutching his shoulders as a coiling tension began building in her, frightening her with it's intensity.
He brought his knees up so that they wedged beneath her buttocks, forcing her legs wide apart. He eased her into the saddle of his thighs, kissing her breathless. "Let it come, Cher," he said softly, hips rocking harder into her, muscles quivering with the strain of holding back. "Just let it come. I've got you."
Cheryl whimpered, nails digging into his skin as she felt herself spiraling upward. "Mark...I'm scared! It's too much..."
Mark gave a low chuff of laughter, never slackening his pace. "No, it isn't...trust me. It isn't."
"But...but..." she couldn't say anything else as she felt the first waves hit her. She screamed Mark's name in shock and fear, then all awareness was obliterated as she seemed to explode into a million white-hot shards of ecstasy. She clung to him helplessly as shudders racked her frame, nearly sobbing with reaction.
Mark had halted all movement to watch her come apart in his arms and almost lost control himself at the sight. He'd seen plenty of women at that most extreme of moments, but for some reason, to watch Cheryl was the most profound thing he'd ever witnessed. He held her until her shaking faded, then resumed his thrusts, making them deep and quick, not wanting to prolong the discomfort she must be feeling with her tender nerves. When she moaned, he soothed her with his hands and voice, closing his eyes and intently focusing on coming to completion as rapidly as possible. After a few minutes, he could feel the telltale signs of his impending release and he moved faster. He sucked in a breath sharply at the hesitant, then more firm grip of Cheryl's hands on his buttocks. He looked at her in surprise to see that her head was thrown back, eyes closed, brows drawn together in a small frown, teeth set in her bottom lip as she seemed to be concentrating hard. He suddenly heard her gasp, planting her heels in the mattress and wrenching up against him, meeting his plunges.
"Mark...oh, Mark...yes...I like that! " she mewed, tossing her head back and forth on the pillow. "Please, don't...don't stop doing that!"
Mark curved into her, panting as he could feel himself toppling over the edge at the sound of her pleasure. He drove deeper, slipping a hand between them to massage the ultra-sensitive nub of her clitoris, grunting as she bucked against him in response. She cried out, bowing off the bed as another orgasm ripped through her.
Abruptly, Mark roared as he felt himself erupt into her in a molten flood. His body was so rigid and tense that he could actually hear the joints creaking. He couldn't think. Couldn't see. Couldn't even breathe! When he could take in his surroundings again, he found himself sprawled atop her, endeavoring to catch his breath. He immediately rolled to the side, drawing her into his arms, burying his nose in her damp hair.
"Are you all right?" he asked in concern when she didn't move or speak after a while.
There was a long pause before she pulled back and looked up at him with a look he'd never seen before.
"You...you were beautiful," she whispered in awe, her cheeks flaming as she tried not to look him in the eye.
Mark tilted her chin up so she had to meet his probing gaze. "Beautiful?"
"When you...I mean, at the end...what I mean to say...oh, dammit!" She burrowed her hot face in his chest, which was now rumbling with soft laughter. "I'm glad my ignorance and innocence amuses you."
Mark smiled, tightening his embrace. "I'm not laughing at you, sweetheart. I just find your choice of adjectives funny when applying it to me. I'm anything but beautiful."
She peeked at him. "That's only because you're not seeing you from my perspective."
He stared at her for a long moment before dropping a gentle kiss on her lips and tugging the bedcovers up over them. "You should get some sleep, love," he murmured, reaching over to flick off the lamp, plunging the room into darkness.
Cheryl wondered why he suddenly seemed to close himself off from her. She didn't quite feel bold or comfortable enough with him to pry, so she instead snuggled down, curling against his solid body. He didn't seem quite as intimidating as he had earlier, but she was still hesitant about touching him. She sighed in contentment when he clasped her hand, pulling it over his chest so that she lay half atop him."
"You okay?" he muttered drowsily.
She rubbed her nose against his shoulder, inhaling his intoxicating scent. "I'm wonderful."
"Good," he replied in satisfaction. "Good night then."
"Night." She fell asleep to the soothing strokes of his fingers in her hair.
Mark listened to her as she slumbered, unable to do the same. He cursed himself for the bastard he was for acting like he had. All she did was give him a little compliment and he acted as if she'd insulted him. He sighed gustily, rubbing his temples, feeling one of his headaches coming on. He eased out from beneath Cheryl and, after slipping his robe on, went to the windoseat, gazing out on the velvety darkness. He leaned against the sill and crossed his arms over his chest, prepared to spend what was left of the night right where he was.
The End
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