He frowned.
She pushed up on her elbows. Her breasts crushed to his chest and her mouth sought his. “I met you,” she said simply. She wrapped her legs around his back, pulling him closer to her.
Sabato groaned, his body awash with feelings he couldn’t fathom. He had made love to many, and yet never done this. The morning they’d spent together had served as an exquisitely torturous foreplay. He paused at her entrance, wishing he could just take her. That he could just enjoy her.
“A moment,” he promised thickly. His withdrawal from her, and the bed, was like being slapped. She almost cried out with pain as he moved across the room, to the bathroom.
He returned a moment later, holding a foil square. “Speaking of consequences,” he murmured thickly.
“Oh, right. Of course.” She could have wept for her inexperience. Her eyes shuttered closed in mortification. “I didn’t think…”
“It is my job to think for both of us, cara. This is all very new to you.” His sweetness and consideration made her heart turn over in her chest. He unfurled the condom over himself, and for the first time, Emily properly realised how enormous his erection was. “You need to tell me if I’m hurting you. This will be at your speed, Emily.” The way he said her name was like a fragment of song. Em-mee-leah, it sounded on his lips.
She nodded, but nerves were flicking through her body.
“Don’t think about it,” he urged. He brought his mouth to her breasts, taking one dusky pink aureole into his mouth while his fingers played with the other. Emily’s back was arching, her body fluttering with sensations. Her fingers sought his flesh, needling his buttocks. He was so close, gently probing, and all she could think was more, please. She was hot and cold, besieged by a torrent of sensations.
Sabato had not been with a virgin since he was one himself. Anxiety now at hurting her, or ruining this gift, flashed briefly in his gut. But anxiety and self-doubt were not natural for Sabato, and they were quickly consumed by his overriding confidence. He would make this special for Emily. He would make it special for them both.
He focussed on moving slowly, allowing her time to adjust to his size. The barrier was unmistakable, and as he broke through it, he kissed her lips gently, reassuringly. He felt her body still, heard her intake of breath, and he kissed away the pain and discomfort. It was gone in an instant, and her moaning resumed.
“Okay?” He asked, whispering into her ear.
“Yes,” she promised huskily. “Better than okay.”
He smiled. Now, he moved inside of her swiftly, stoking wave after wave of pleasure in her beautiful body.
Emily was at the centre of a maelstrom of fireworks. She was flame and light, heat and ash. She erupted with an intensity that terrified her. She thought, in that moment, she would do anything in the world that Sabato asked of her. She would do anything for him, if only she could continue to feel this.
She had barely floated back to earth when he began to move inside of her again; and this time, he kissed the column of her throat, sending all new feelings ricocheting through her.
Emily was drifting high into the sky, floating towards heaven. Her mind was spinning and her body was singing. Sabato moved harder and faster, and Emily tipped out of control once more. This time, Sabato grabbed hold of her and followed, releasing himself with a guttural cry into the evening air.
He held her tight, while their breathing steadied and they came back to earth together. His arms held her close, and his mouth stayed pressed to her flesh.
“So that’s what all the fuss is about,” she replied, her lips lifting at the corners.
“Mmm,” he agreed, running his hands over her hair. “That’s what all the fuss is about.” He stroked her cheek. “Do you feel okay?”
Emily focussed on the core of her being. She stretched her toes and curled around to face him. “I feel better than okay. I feel great.”
He laughed, a sound so rich with pleasure that it warmed her. “Me too.”
Emily bit down on her lower lip. “Are you sure?”
“Sure about what?”
“Um,” Emily’s eyes dropped to the white sheet between them. “Are you sure that was okay?”
He knitted his dark brows together. “What do you mean?”
Mortification was as intense as pleasure had been a minute earlier. “Are you sure it was okay for you?”
“Oh, cara,” he shook his head with amusement. “It was definitely okay. It was… exquisite. Every bit as magical as I imagined.”
“Really?” She looked up at him, now, immeasurably pleased that she hadn’t been alone in the euphoric stakes.
“Really,” he nodded with a mock seriousness. “And now, I will phone for some food while you have a shower.”