Sorry I missed yesterday. I'm having another of those bad days, my head is absolutely killing me. Sometimes I think if I get one more ache I may lose my mind. Also my son had an accident and cut his hand open. We had to take him to the hospital for stitches. I'll be so glad when my doctor figures out what is wrong so that he can give me something that will help.
Ok on to our tidbit Thursday. This little tidbit is from my first book One True Love. I hope you enjoy it.
Even in his drunken state, he was still strong enough to lift her. Taking her to the bed, he was on top of her, spreading her thighs with his legs. Placing his hard, aching cock at her moist opening, he entered her in one hard thrust. His mouth captured her scream since he was still kissing her. He stopped once he was inside of her, sobering at once when he realized how tight she was. When her whole body stiffened, he knew what he’d done. He knew very well what a virgin felt like.
“I’m so sorry, Gin,” he whispered against her lips. He was too afraid to open his eyes, afraid of what he’d see in her eyes. Would she despise him now? He should have taken more time—should have been more caring with her. He knew he should stay still long enough for her to adjust to his size and width stretching her tender muscles. His mind screamed yes, to wait until she urged him on, but his body refused to listen as he began a slow rhythm of making love to her, knowing even if he stopped now it wouldn’t matter. He’d already taken her virginity. Besides, stopping wasn’t even an option at this point in time. He’d been without a woman for too long as it was.
He paused for a moment. Lifting his head, he whispered, “Damn you, Gin.”
“Damn me tomorrow, Matty, but please don’t stop making love to me now.”
“I couldn’t stop now if I wanted to,” he said as he plunged harder
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into her, his rhythm speeding up, his lips bruising hers. He put his hands under her buttocks, pulling her up as he thrust forward repeatedly. He felt her begin to tighten around him. He wanted to pull away from her before he spilled his seed inside her, but when she wrapped her arms around him and cried out his name, it was too much. He squeezed her buttocks, bringing her up farther, closer to him, holding her there as he spilled his hot seed deep inside of her, loving the feel of her under him…around him…holding him…hearing her call his name the way she did. He breathed in her scent, kissing her face before rolling to his back. He brought her to his side, putting his arm around her. She belonged to him now. At least that’s what his mind said as he held her tightly. He heard her sigh as she laid her head on his chest, and knew she had to be feeling much the same thing as he was. Then they fell sound asleep in each other’s arms.