Page 12 of Unspoken Passions

“Fine,” she snapped, then held his head away when he started to go for her nipple again. “I haven’t had sex before now because…” He started towards her nipples again and she laughed. “Because they weren’t you,” she admitted, her voice dropping to a whisper on the last two words.

Mick stared at her, awed by that admission. “Thank you for your honesty, Ella,” he said softly, then laced his fingers with hers. “Now, we’re going to do this together, okay?” He waited until she nodded before continuing. “Tell me if I hurt you or if anything is uncomfortable.” He lowered his head, kissing her deeply as he started to slide into her heat again. When he lifted his mouth, he continued, “Also, tell me if I do something that you enjoy. I want to know everything. The only way that this is going to be good is if we talk to each other.”

He pressed deeper into her and she gasped, lifting her hips to take him in.

“I want…,” she stopped, her body arching towards him. “More.”

Mick pressed deeper into her, gritting his teeth to control the urge to pound into her tight, hot sheath. She was so perfect that he wanted everything from her. But that everything included her cries of delighted discovery and pleasure, not just his own pleasure.

“You okay?” he asked again. When she nodded and licked her lips, he pressed in deeper, pulling slowly back before thrusting into her again. Gently, he continued, going a small bit deeper with each thrust. When he came to that barrier, he realized that he was still holding her hands, holding her still.

“This is it,” he warned.

Ella licked her lips, then nodded emphatically. “Do it!” she urged.

He pulled back, then pressed himself into her, breaking through that thin scrap of tissue. Then he stilled as her eyes widened. Mick was buried completely inside of her, his body throbbing, begging for release. But this was Ella. This was the woman he’d fantasized about for so long and the reality was a thousand times better!

So he slowed down, thrusting into her gently as he watched her eyes, watching her facial expressions for anything that might indicate that he was doing something wrong. But her gasps of pleasure and the way she kept lifting her hips, meeting his thrusts, told him that she was right with him.

“Could you…uh…go…faster?” she asked, then bit her lip worriedly, as if she’d said something wrong.

He might have laughed, but Mick was so intent on holding back on his own orgasm, he wasn’t sure of anything anymore. He lifted her leg up higher so that he could thrust deeper, then tilted her hips slightly. He knew he’d done something right when her nails dug into his shoulders. That touch of pain, not to mention her cries of delight, made his head spin. She rolled her hips, matching his every thrust. Every time he entered her, she cried out, her mouth open with surprise and her eyes widened. When he pulled out, she whimpered, her legs tightening around his hips. Mick kept moving, which sent her over the edge, causing her to explode into another climax. He tried to hold back a bit longer, but she was just too tight and…hell, this was Ella. He’d been holding back for years and there wasn’t a good reason to hold back any longer.

So, he released his control, thrusting into her harder, faster and…it was the most glorious moment of his life. The pleasure of feeling her shuddering in his arms, her internal muscles clenching around his shaft was…world shattering. He prayed that he wasn’t hurting her, but every part of his body throbbed with the most amazing climax he’d ever experienced.

Afterwards, he rolled over, pulling her onto his chest and staring up at the ceiling. Mick could feel her soft, sweet breath on his skin as well as the aftershocks rolling through her body.

They stayed like that for a long time. At some point, he wrapped his arms around her, his hands stroking her back softly.

“Ella?” he finally prompted. He shifted, trying to see if she’d fallen asleep. But her eyes were wide open. And there were tears on her cheeks. “Ella?” he repeated, rolling again so that she was on her back. Gently, he pulled out of her, then grabbed a tissue to dispose of the condom.

Carefully, he wiped a tear from the corner of her eye. “What did I do wrong? Did I hurt you?” then he muttered a curse. “Of course I hurt you. How did I hurt you? Tell me where it hurts.”

She lifted her head and pressed her soft, swollen lips against his, stopping the flow of questions.

He was so stunned by that kiss, he forgot his panic. Blinking, he stared down at her. Then he touched one of her swollen lips. He’d done that. He’d kissed her too hard. In the heat of the moment, he’d kissed her so hard that her lips were bruised!

“You did everything right,” she whispered. “Thank you for making my first time so beautiful.”

He grunted in reply, something twisting in his gut that removed his ability to speak.

“I wasn’t crying because you’d hurt me, Mick,” she whispered, sliding her hands over his shoulders and arms. “I was crying because I didn’t know that the sexual act could be so…beautiful.”

He didn’t like her calling what they’d shared a “sexual act”. For the first time in his life, he’d made love to a woman. And damn it, he wanted her to acknowledge the difference!

“I know that…well, that it takes men a while to…” she wiggled and he shifted, letting her out from underneath him. Immediately, she grabbed her tee shirt, pulling it on. She squirmed off the bed and Mick watched with interest as she searched for her panties.

“You know what?” he prompted, leaning back and stuffing a pillow underneath his head.

She found something and her head popped up from the side of the bed. But her expression of relief vanished when she realized that she held his boxers.

She looked around and he let his eyes move to her adorable butt. Damn, she had a great ass!

“I know that,” her head disappeared and he cursed the high bed. Lifting up slightly, he tried to find her but she was gone. A half second later, she reappeared and stood up, her panties on and her modesty restored.

Damn.

“What are you trying to say, Ella?” he demanded, irritated that she was dressing when all he wanted was to do that whole thing over again.

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