Page 12 of Midnight Rose

Then his lips are on mine, and his hands in my hair and the rest of the world falls away. This man wants me so badly he'd go through all this. It's the biggest turn-on to be wanted so damn much after thinking no one wanted me unless it was in a contract.

"Will you trust me to make our first time good for you?" He whispers across the skin of my neck.

"Of course, I trust you."

A shiver racks his whole body as he slowly removes my clothes. He takes such gentle care in removing them. Once I'm in my bra and underwear, lying on the bed, he stops and stares.

"I want to memorize this moment. The moment you give yourself to me, and I get to call you mine." He traces my lips with a finger before he stands and removes his clothes.

He removes them slowly as if he knows I want to enjoy the show of his muscles and abs gradually being revealed. I don't know if I will ever get enough of him. The sight of him mostly naked has me hot and excited. My breasts ache, and my nipples are rock hard. I'm so wet he has to be able to see it on my panties.

When he climbs into bed with me, he takes my bra off and sucks one hard nipple into his mouth, and gives the other a gentle pinch. The dueling sensation feels so good. All I can do is arch closer to him in the hope he won't stop.

He leisurely kisses down my body, leaving a trail of shivers, and reaches my panties, he stops. Then he looks back up at me like he's asking permission or checking to see if I have changed my mind.

"Don't stop," I whisper, and he tucks his fingers into the sides of my panties and pulls them down as he slowly kisses down one leg and then back up the other.

His tongue runs over my clit, and I gasp in surprise at the sensation, and then he moans. I swear I cum faster than humanly possible. He wastes no time getting his mouth on me and driving me crazy with his tongue.

He keeps his eyes on me, watching how my body reacts. The last thing I think before the orgasm hits me is what a show we must be giving the fishes. Then it's like my soul leaves my body, and then it ducked back in, and my climax rushes over me.

"Fuck, that was the sexiest thing I've ever seen." He says as his lips move sensually back up my body, making me tremble. Then he positions himself above me, and his cock nudges my entrance.

For the first time in a long time, I see him unsure, possibly because he is giving up some control. The need to reassure him fills me. After all, it's his first time, too, and I want it to be good for him as well.

"I always hoped it would be you," I whisper, running my hands through his black hair before wrapping my arms around his neck.

"It was always going to be you." He says before kissing me and slowly pressing into me.

The stretch is uncomfortable but not painful. Going slowly, he pulls out and presses back in until he hits the resistance of my virginity. Only then does he pull back and look me in the eye.

He is breathing hard and shaking as if the restraint he's using is taxing every muscle.

Resting on his elbow, he frames my face, and his marble gray eyes lock onto mine.

"I'm so sorry this is going to hurt Rapunzel, but I will spend the rest of our lives making up for it." Before I am able to respond, he rears back and with a hard thrust into me, seals us together.

The pain rips through me, and I let out a cry. Moving quickly, he kisses my neck, my jaw, and even kisses away the tears I didn't realize I was shedding.

After a few more deep breaths, I nod at him, and he starts slowly moving, and the look of pure bliss on his face makes every ounce of my pain worth it. He takes his time and watches me for any sign of pain before speeding up.

"I wish I could make you understand how perfect you feel. I've never felt anything like this in my life." His words are strained and broken like talking is too hard for him.

"I wish I could make you understand how good it feels to have you inside me, stretching me, filling me."

"Fuck, you can't say stuff like that. I'm barely holding on." He groans as he snakes one hand down my side and to my clit, where he starts rubbing in time with his thrusts.

Being caged by this man has every one of my nerves on fire. Every inch of me is aware of every inch of him, and soon I'm hanging off a cliff. He knows it, too, because he changes his angle of thrusts slightly, and I explode.

I grip him as hard as I can to have something to hold on to it as his groans fill my ears and his hot cum fills me, causing an earthquake inside of me.

"Ruby..." he groans out again before collapsing on top of me.

We are sweaty and shaking from the force of our climaxes, yet I can't remember ever feeling sexier.

Orlando shifts us so he isn't on top of me and holds me in his arms.

It was never anything I hoped for that sex would be this good, this wonderful. I always thought that would be something I would have to endure with whatever husband I ended up with, at least until we had kids.

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