CHAPTER ELEVEN
With Marjorie gone, things quickly settled down and Angelina continued serving drinks and collecting glasses until midnight. The girls were still busy in their rooms so Hank closed up, put out most of the lights and then followed Angelina upstairs. He halted her outside her room and they kissed for several minutes. Angelina leaned on the wall and Hank held her tightly, pressing his body hard against hers as his kisses grew increasingly heated.
Her heart hammered in her breast and she could barely breathe. Hank's lips left hers and began to drop light kisses along her cheek to her ear, his hands running through her hair, making her shiver. When he reached past Angelina to open the door to her room and began to manoeuvre her inside, she opened her eyes and met his. He paused before he touched her again, although he didn't speak. Angelina stretched her arm out behind him and pushed the door closed.
Hank bent to kiss her again, his arms sliding around her waist. He began to loosen the ties at the back of her dress, then pulled the narrows straps off her shoulders so that the dress gradually slithered down her body and pooled around her feet, leaving her clad in only her underwear. Then he scooped her up into his arms, walked over to the bed and laid her in the middle of it. He pulled his boots off quickly and a moment later lay down beside her, drawing her into his arms again.
Angelina began to feel an unfamiliar ache inside her, which grew increasingly impatient to be appeased as Hank's hands stroked over her body, removing her chemise, his mouth exploring her throat and eventually her breasts. She rolled her head back on the pillow, gasping, her eyes closed, her body hot and her heart pounding.
Hank paused and drew away slightly, pulling off his shirt and sliding his arms out of the top half of his union suit. Angelina reached up and put her hand on his chest, feeling the beat of his heart, the warm skin stretched taut over muscles, the sprinkling of soft hair. He lowered himself down onto her and she squirmed beneath him, loving the feel of him against her bare breasts.
Angelina knew what she considered a fair amount about the facts of life, mostly picked up from the girls' conversations in the kitchen, which had frequently embarrassed her, but helped her understand a lot that she hadn't previously, but never having experienced any of it, she was surprised by the pleasure she felt when Hank touched her and her increasing excitement by the obvious feel of his own. There was just one thing that still worried her.
"Hank," she whispered.
He stopped kissing her and drew back slightly. "You alright? Should I stop?"
"No. I just….I'm worried about getting pregnant," she said, glad the darkness hid the colour of her face.
"Don't be," he said. "I'll take care of it."
She relaxed and he continued to kiss and touch her, slowly drawing off her pantaloons so that she lay there naked, taking a moment to rid himself of the rest of his clothes and then resuming his gentle exploration of her body. For a moment she froze as his fingers slid between her legs, but she quickly melted again, her limbs feeling as if they had turned to liquid, every part of her tingling as Hank brought her to a shuddering orgasm.
This was something she hadn't been able to learn from the girls and she dug she fingers into the straw-tick, her toes curling, her eyes popping open wide with shock.
Hank withdrew his hand and slid his arm around her, grinning. Angelina turned towards him, panting, wondering if she would be able to summon up the courage to touch him in such an intimate manner. Perhaps if she didn't he'd be disappointed, but on the other hand, maybe he wouldn't like her to be so forward. However, she didn't need to worry about it for more than a few seconds. He took her hand in his and placed it on his stomach. The muscles jumped under her touch and his hard penis bumped the back of her hand. She moved her hand slightly and curled her fingers around it, almost holding her breath. She stroked her hand lightly down it until she reached the point where it joined his body, then slid it back up again to the tip. It felt like iron covered with velvet and was bigger than she had expected.
Angelina wrapped her hand tighter around it and began to stroke up and down, feeling it throb and twitch in her palm. Hank sucked his breath in through his teeth and let out a deep groan. She never could have imagined herself doing this even a few short weeks ago, but now she wanted to touch and kiss and taste. She propped herself up one elbow, bending over Hank to kiss him, on the lips and then along the side of his face to his neck and down to his chest.
She could hear the thump of his heart and feel the pulse in his penis which matched it as she stroked. He lifted one hand to touch her hair, running his fingers through it as she worked her way from one side of his chest to the other, scraping his skin lightly with her teeth and tasting the saltiness of sweat.
Hank's body began to tremble beneath her touch, he breathed harder, groaning, and she raised her head to look at his face in the dim light from the window, moving her hand faster until she felt the warm fluid shoot out of him onto her hand and his stomach. She took her hand off him reluctantly, trembling herself now, becoming aware of the wetness between her thighs from Hank touching her previously and from her own excitement as she touched him.
They lay together for a short while then, Angelina's head resting on Hank's shoulder, his hand in her hair. She could feel his heartbeat still fast and uneven and showing no signs of slowing. Then he rolled over, pushing her onto her back and beginning to kiss and touch her all over again.
She was excited and nervous, her senses spinning and she was only partially aware of Hank pulling away from her, bending over the side of the bed to where he had thrown his clothes, then kneeling, doing something to himself that she couldn't make out. She reached her hand out and touched his thigh, raised it further and touched his penis, hard again and now covered in a rubber sheath.
When he lay back down, between her thighs this time, she thought briefly that in a few minutes she would no longer be innocent; untouched as Michaela had put it. She slid her arms around Hank and held on tight.
It hurt - a lot. Angelina squealed out before she could stop herself and then bit her lip. Hank held still, touching her face gently.
"You alright?"
"Mm," was all she could manage.
"It's alright, Angel, it won't hurt any more," he whispered.
She forced myself to relax, her muscles loosening slowly and after a moment he began to move again. He was right; it didn't hurt any more. He filled her and it felt impossibly tight for a few seconds and then her body was moving with him, responding to each thrust of its own accord.
Angelina ran her hands down Hank's back, his skin slippery with sweat, dug her nails in as that delicious hot, tingling sensation began to take her over again. Hank was only moments behind her, his body shuddering before he sank heavily onto her, panting into her neck, slowly slipping out of her. He pulled away then, rolling onto one side, still holding her. Angelina reached up to touch his face, slid her hand around the side of his neck, feeling his hair wet and heavy sticking to his flesh.
Eventually she was able to breathe normally again and her pulse slowed. She almost felt drugged and her eyes didn't want to stay open. Hank shifted slightly, pulled the quilt over them and drew her into his arms again, holding her close, his lips brushing hers gently a few times until suddenly his breathing deepened and she realised he was asleep. Angelina stopped trying to keep awake then and slept too.
