“Terrified?”
“I’ve never been with a virgin before. I know how to have sex, but I don’t want this to hurt. I want you to love sex as much as I do.”
“What if I’m not good at it?” she asked.
“There’s no way you can’t be good. I know you will be.”
She licked her lips, and it made him groan. He wanted to kiss her. It drove him wild to see her tongue peeking out. It made him think of other places for her to kiss, to lick, to suck. “How many other women have you been with?”
“You don’t want to know the answer.”
“A lot?”
“Enough. None of them compare to you. Not once have I had a virgin.”
“Then right now we are both virgins. Neither of us knows what to do, and we’ll get through it together.”
She wore a long yellow dress. It was the kind that molded to her tits and hips, flaring out at the base. He watched fascinated as she lifted the dress over her head, showing the white chemise-style bra and panties beneath. The dress dropped to the floor. He saw her red-tipped nipples pointing out.
“You’re going to need to get naked, Abel.”
He removed his shirt, next going for his pants. If it was up to him, they would both go naked for the rest of their lives. He loved watching her walk around. Some men didn’t like curvy women, but to Abel, she aroused him. Every curve, even the flaws she pointed out, he loved. She was all woman, and he didn’t want anything else. In his black boxer briefs, he stepped toward her, sinking his fingers into her hair with one hand, and with the other, he cupped her ass.
“Harper Denton, I’m in love with you.”
“How do you know?” she asked.
“How do you not know? From the first moment I saw you, I knew. You call to me in the ways I can’t even describe. There is no other woman for me. I will love you for the rest of my life, and I will prove to you that I do.”
Tears glistened in her eyes. “I think I’m falling for you as well, and I’m scared about what it means. This kind of stuff happens in movies, right?”
“My father fell in love with my mother, my uncles with their women, my brother with Lou. It can happen, and it doesn’t have to be a scary thing either.” He kissed her lips. “It can be the most magical time of our lives.”
“Abel, you know what to say to make me love you.”
“I’m only just getting started. I hope you’re ready for me.”
“I am. I do believe I am.”
****
Harper lay in bed, no longer a virgin, staring up at the ceiling. She’d had sex. Amazing sex. At first, it had been painful, and she’d pummeled Abel’s chest trying to get him off, to stop him from hurting her.
Then she had witnessed his own tears, which had stopped her from pummeling him, and then gasped as he held himself still. He didn’t pull out, or go away. Abel, through both of their tears, had waited for her. He kissed her, touched her, told her how much he loved her, and how much he was going to show her that the pain was worth it. She hadn’t thought for a second the pain would be worth it. Second by second, the pain had started to subside. The pain had been replaced by something so amazing, the pleasure. The feel of his cock pushing inside her, the rawness of it, had turned her on.
Abel had caressed her body, drawing an orgasm from her, which even now, lying spent, she was shocked by. How could she have experienced an orgasm after that wave of pain?
He came back from the bathroom, and she lifted up, seeing he held a cloth. When she looked down between her legs, she winced, and groaned. On the sheets was evidence of her virginity.
“Please let me have the cloth,” she said.
“No. This is my right, and I intend to clean my woman, and then I’m going to remove the sheets, and get them washed,” he said.
“Burn them.”
“No. Years ago, the sheets would be hung from the dining room, I think, either the dining room or outside for the whole town to see that a virgin had been claimed.”
“Bastards. I feel for those women. Everyone would have been laughing and pointing.”