This story was supposed to be a one shot, but somehow had morphed into something larger, so I am changing the end of the last chapter to suit a longer story. Go back and reread to follow along. It's my story and I'm making the rules up as I go ;) I hope you enjoy.
"Grace, that was amazing," Oliver breathed into her ear, kissing her neck. "How do you feel?"
She was unsure how to respond. She was navigating a flood of different emotions. Of course she had experienced temptations of the flesh in the past with other beaus, but she had always practiced restraint. Just now, she had acted with such impulse. She was usually such a responsible woman who made very sensible decisions based on reason and practicality. She had succumbed to her most primal hunger and given herself freely to the man she had loved in secret for years. She was mortified. She had frequently fantasized about what it would be like to make love to Oliver, but the reality had been so much more wonderful. The intense pleasure of feeling him moving inside her secret place and her first orgasm were indescribably beautiful, but she was worried about the repercussions. She worried that he would not respect her. She worried that he would lose interest now that she had submitted to him. Had this been a game to him? Was she just a conquest? She was lying there with him naked, feeling terribly vulnerable and awkward, uncertain how to proceed.
"Grace?" She was lost in her thoughts when she realized that Oliver was still looking at her expectantly.
"Sore," she responded honestly, sidestepping the loaded question.
He winced with a mixture of sincere sympathy and hurt pride. It had been many years since he had been with a woman, but he had always been praised for his performance. He thought she had climaxed, but now he was second guessing himself. "I'm so sorry. The last thing I want to do is hurt you."
The last thing I want to do is hurt you. He sounded like he was already regretting their tryst. She didn't know what to say, but she felt the sudden need to escape. She got up quickly, throwing on her clothes and running to her suite. Her heart raced, and she prayed that she didn't run into anyone on her way. She could hear him calling after her, but she was too ashamed to face him. She needed time alone to process what had occurred.
She slammed the door when she reached her sanctuary, going straight for the shower. She let the scalding hot water wash over her as she sobbed and scrubbed herself roughly until her whole body was pink. She could feel the sticky juices of their passion dripping lewdly down her inner thigh. She touched her slit, still aching from Oliver's penetration. The sight of bright red blood on her fingers brought fresh shame. She had betrayed the vow that she had made to remain pure. She feared that she had lost not only her virginity, but Oliver as well. She felt panicked, the prospect of life without him was unbearable.
When she had cried the last of her tears, she wrapped herself in a fluffy blanket and drifted off into a fitful sleep.