Slowly he crawled over her and held himself up. As he lowered himself onto her body, he brushed against her center and caressed her. Sully groaned, it had been difficult enough to restrain himself, now he felt her against him for the first time. She inhaled sharply at the new contact she knew was coming, but that had still surprised her. She held her breath and he lowered his head to her breast, allowing himself the taste of her skin, allowing the caresses he had longed for. He gently kissed her breast, sucking gently against its peak, then his tongue swirled around her nipple and it grew very firmly against him. She had grown increasingly aroused in a matter of seconds.
Removing his mouth he placed his hand against her breast and continued to stroke her nipple as he continued down her body, kissing her sides, her abdomen, the silky skin that was her hips, and the very spot just above her sex. Some pleasures he would save for Denver. He leaned back against his legs, continuing the stimulating rubs against her breast. Placing his hand gently against her center, he slowly caressed her most sensitive area.
She trembled and strained, whimpered and moaned as he pleased her with gentle caresses, again and again. They both felt her sex gently throb against him and he pulled away. Then, placing his hands back on the bed, he lifted himself again and moved to eye level. Smiling, he turned serious and searched deep within her eyes, looking into her soul. His lips gently parted, he turned his head ever so slightly and studied her emotions. He breathed slowly to calm himself.
She looked into his dreamy eyes with a fire that burned deep within, breathing heavily, her breast pressed into the air, peaking, full of color, longing for contact, longing for the sensual pleasures he had previously demonstrated. His manhood lay against her and she could feel it pulsing. She moved her hand to his side and rubbed over the muscles that held him above her. He softly spoke, "I don't want to hurt you Michaela, if you need me to stop what we are about to do, just say so."
She had been worrying about the unknown for so long now, but she wasn't afraid anymore. He had already been so gentle to her, more than pleasing with his affections, and she had waited long enough to feel him inside of her, to be his wife.
"Sully, I don't want to wait another moment…" she smiled, "I want to be yours, I want to be your wife." She reached to his face and gently caressed it, moving a lock of hair behind his ear. He lowered himself and whispered gently, "I love you, you're beautiful." As he spoke he aligned himself, then leaning in to kiss her he asked, "are you ready?" She smiled and gently nodded her head. He leaned in once more and kissed her, and as he felt her fully relax into his kiss, he gently pressed into her, entering her body, surrounding himself with her warmth.
They both gently gasped and Michaela's eyes rapidly fluttered as she felt him inside of her for the first time. The feeling was alarming, an unfamiliar pressure, but at the same time, a pleasant sensation. She had felt a tinge of pain but he had been very gentle, very careful to go slow, and it quickly faded. He searched her eyes, looking for her innermost feelings, he hoped that he had been gentle. Immediately he asked, "Are you okay?" She smiled and answered softly, "Yes."
He breathed in and sighed, then he placed his forehead to hers and softly spoke, "and can I move." She breathed her answer between her teeth, "Yes…" He kissed her and then looked into her eyes. Slowly pulling back, he moved forward sliding into her with slow, shallow strokes of passion. He breathed and softly moaned, she felt so good around him. "Ahhh!" He softly spoke, "I love you, you feel so good, you make me so happy." He slowly pressed into her again and this time he stopped of his own account. Kissing her neck and chest he whispered, "Just let yourself feel everything, let me move inside you, feel my love for you." She gasped gently, and returned, "It's more than I expected, but I want to feel you Sully," her voice softened, "I need to feel you." He stared passionately into her eyes and he leaned in and gently kissed her. Then he softly said, "This is my love for you."
He slowly pulled back, and gently, slowly moved into her, repeating his full, gentle strokes, again and again. It was difficult to remain so slow and tender, but in the time they had taken, he had found his resolve. He continued to stroke in and out, occasionally thrusting a little deeper, and with a little more pressure. She was surprised, this was not what she had expected, and he was being so caring, so gentle with her. He paused and dipped his head, gently kissing her breast, gently sucking on them.
She felt the tension in her slowly build. Everything felt so good. He whispered, " Tell me if it's too much." He moved further into her, grasping her leg and pulling it up against him. His slow smooth strokes continued. He surprised her occasionally with intermingled deeper thrust until she felt a caressing pressure. Michaela knew he had made contact with her cervix and as he softly brushed against it, it was more arousing than she could believe. She was adjusting to his strokes, slow and smooth, full of pleasing pressures against her, but she also wondered about the science of it all. Sully noticed she was thinking about something, he didn't want her to be distracted, and he leaned in, "don't think, just feel."
He was right, she let herself return to the pleasures she sought and continued to experience the new sensations he created within her. Before long, she noticed a growing tension as he rhythmically moved within her. She was growing warmer, a light sheen of sweat was covering her and her sex felt a new heat, one that continued to build. Then the small area that had been rubbing against him felt engorged and she noticed a pleasure as it continued to rub against him. Pressing firmly into her she was surprised when all of her thought suddenly shifted to the way his touch grew more pleasing with every stroke. Sully knew she was close, she had started writhing beneath him and the more he moved against her the more she vocalized her pleasures. She had to be close, and so he increased his speed, repeatedly hitting the place inside her that caused her to moan again and again. This was it, he paused and leaned in, licking her nipple, then immediately returning to his thrusting. Suddenly it was overwhelmingly euphoric.
Brilliant bursts of light and flashes of passions coursed through her. There was no medical comprehension or understanding that made her feel this good. There was no explanation. For the woman, the doctor who had a healthy understanding of the human body, she was lost. Nothing was comparable, nothing was acknowledged as coming close to this feeling.
Was it a betrayal of her science that another human being could bring her to the precipice of joy. It felt like love, but it felt much greater than that. He moved within her, powerful movements of passion and desire satisfying her deepest longing for love, and that had not been what she was expecting. She had expected to fulfill her wifely duties, to please him, to make him happy.
Now clinging to him, she felt like the stimulation from her body could not reach a higher degree of fulfillment. His hands firmly held her body to his, his fingers slightly grasping her to him, wanting to be closer but having no physical way to accomplish any further closeness. Calling out passionate cries, she held onto him, her arm hooked under his and her hand grasping his shoulder, not letting go, not ready to let go.
She was pulsing against him and he had begun to call out, shuddering and she could feel him inside of her pulsing and leaving himself inside her. It was powerful, gratifying and pleasurable. He was shaking, weak from the pleasures he had found for her and himself. His arms weakened, he had to rest. Lowering himself to her he kissed her neck, kissed her lips and then embraced her and rolled to the side. He was still inside her, as he pulled her against himself. He gently kissed the skin on her shoulder between hot breaths that blew against her. He was still recovering and he pulled her chest against his chest as he rubbed over her back with his other hand.
Gradually moving lower, caressing her backside, he was remembering the time he had first touched her there, helping her up on her horse. It had been the first time he touched her at all and now he had just brought her to her first completion. He had suspected after helping her that day she had never had a man's hand against her, and he was correct. That moment so long ago, had no way of hoping for this moment, and yet he was here, holding her, caressing her, in places she had never been touched.
He was going to pull away, remove himself, but she felt him move and needing him to remain for a moment longer so she could process her feelings, she held him tight. He moaned a little, and she pulled away from his shoulder where she held tight. Looking into his eyes she kissed him as two tears gathered in the corners of her eyes. Pulling away, he caressed her face brushing the tears away. He was concerned, but she quickly eased his mind, "Sully, I've never experienced something so beautiful, it was more than I hoped for, so much more. They're happy tears." She smiled. She let another tear fall, "I love you." He rolled back to a position over her. "I love you too." He gently kissed her.
Then he removed himself, and they both felt a void, but he gathered her up in his arms and rolled to his back. He pulled the quilt over them. She laid on top of him, her breast warmly resting against his chest, her legs entangled with his, and his hand on her side caressing the sensitive skin on her hip. She lowered her head against his chest and moved her hand there too while the other slipped to his side. He used his other hand to caress her hair, and gently rub his finger in circles upon her back. Soon, their movements ceased and they were asleep.