Chapter 20: I Can't Do This
Before she could say a word, his lips were on hers, warm, insistent, and she was kissing him back, her fingers running through his hair. As they were locked in this passionate embrace, her mind screamed at her that this wasn't right, this was not the time. Hard as her body tried to drown it out, it insisted on being heard.
His proposal came of drunkenness, might not his claim of love come from the same source? Did she really want to give her body to someone that may not truly love her? She told her conscience that his proposal was unprecedented.but he did love her, she knew this much to be true. His statement of love rang utterly true in her heart and soul. He had meant it, in spite of (or perhaps because of?) his inebriation. The voice settled down, seemingly satisfied for now, and she realized that his fingers were tracing the neckline of her dress softly, sending little shocks through her body as he touched her. His lips left hers and traced warm kisses down her neck and explored where his fingers had been as they now slipped the sleeve from her shoulder and down so one of her breasts was exposed. She sighed as his fingertips brushed across the sensitive skin of her nipple.
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He was in heaven. Her warm moist lips on his, her fingers entangled in his hair, he had dreamed of this for what had seemed like forever. For once his conscience remained silent, its insidious feelings of foreboding absent as his body experienced such joy as he had never felt before. Elizabeth had not been able to elicit these responses in him so quickly as Arianne did with a simple touch of her hand, no matter how far from the physical evidence of his burning desire they may be.
He kissed down her neck, where the scent of roses filled his nostrils and made his head light. He trailed the kisses down furthere, kissing around the neckline of her dress as he slipped a sleeve over her shoulder to reveal what he had seen once before and had longed to touch ever since. When his fingers brushed the sensitive nipple, he heard a sigh of pleasure that made him fear he would disgrace himself and release right then. He bit his lip and moved so his mouth hovered over her breast, his fingers tracing around the nipple. He imagined how she would taste, could almost feel it, before lowering and gently touching the tip of his tongue to her nipple, which had grown hard in response to her desire.
He took the whole of her nipple into his mouth and massaged it with his lips and his tongue, reveling in the taste of her skin. Ai God, if he didn't stop soon he never would.
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She rode on waves of pleasure so intense she feared that at any moment she would slip under and drown. He was doing the most wonderful things to her, she never wanted him to stop, and when his mouth left her breast she missed it immediately, so much so that she groaned a bit in frustration. He smiled down at her, his fingers absently tracing the delicate lines of her lips.
"Arianne," he whispered. She heard the desire in his voice and wondered why he held back. "Arianne, I can't do this," he said, the words she had most dreaded spilling from his lips.
She put her fingers to his lips to stop him, saw tears in his eyes.
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"Will, I want this," she said, her need burning in her beautiful eyes, making them seem to glow in the darkness. It wasn't until that moment that he realized that the lamp had gone out. "Please," she whispered softly, her voice begging him.
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He laid his head upon her chest, which was exposed fully to the air, and she felt him nod. He pulled her up to stand then, and tried to undo the stays on the back of her dress, failing miserably. She smiled and undid them herself. He slid the dress off of her body, letting it fall in a pool around her feet. She reached to him and pulled his shirt off of him and admired his torso in the moonlight that filtered through their little window, noticing he was doing the same to her nearly naked body.
When his pants and underwear were gone, she was surprised at what she saw. She hadn't had any idea what arousal might look like, or how sex even worked, but somehow, now that she saw him in all his glory, it made sense and was even beautiful.
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She was beautiful. He took her into his arms, reveling in the warmth of her body. He had never realized how short and thin she was. Her head only came up to the top of his chest, making him press against her stomach in what was probably an uncomfortable way. He tried to step back a bit, but she held on tightly and he marveled at the strength of her grip.
He bit his lip. It was so hard not to just take her and be finished with it, but he knew she was untouched and that it would hurt her. He resolved to be as gentle with her as his desire would allow.
She shivered as he trailed his fingers down her spine, coming to a stop at her undergarment. "Are you sure?" he whispered hoarsely.
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"Are you sure?" he whispered hoarsely into her ear. She could have cheerfully throttled him at that moment, but instead she let go of him and slid her hand down over his chest and stomach, coming to rest upon what his body told her wanted the most attention. She felt his body tense as he swallowed hard. He took her by surprise and pushed her onto the bed, where she lay breathless as he stood over her.
He laid down next to her, trembling, and she knew it was taking a lot of effort to remain under control as he slid her underwear down over her legs and threw them to the side. Before she knew quite what was happening, he was on top of her, his legs lying between her own, his arousal pressed against her.
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He looked down at her face, restraining himself from thrusting as he so dearly wanted to do. "Are you sure?" he asked once more. She responded by moving her hips so she rubbed against him and he groaned, nearly losing himself then. With utmost care, he pressed against her until he was inside her a little ways, and when she made no gasp of pain, began sliding himself in and out, putting a little more of himself in each time until he came up against her maidenhead.
Biting his lip because he knew that this was going to hurt, he thrust harder and broke through. Hearing her sharp intake of breath and feeling her fingers dig into his back, he stayed still for a moment until she insistently moved her hips, and he gave in to her desires, doing his best to hold back until she had taken her satisfaction.
The pressure built up more and more until he felt he would not be able to hold on. When she called his name, her voice brilliant with ecstacy, he couldn't resist any longer. He released himself into her.
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He collapsed, and she feared she would be crushed beneath his weight. When that didn't happen, she realized he had braced his arms on either side of her. His head hung next to her neck, his warm breath making her skin moist. She rubbed her hands up and down his back, loving the feel of his body so close to hers, of him being inside her still. She sighed happily and kissed his shoulder.
He lifted himself up then, and asked, "God, Arianne are you alright?" She could see the concern in his eyes. She simply smiled and reached up to trace his lips with her fingers. He sighed in relief, and slowly pulled out of her. She missed him immediately. He got off the bed and pulled on his underwear and pants, then laid back down beside her, cradling her in his arms. She snuggled into him appreciatively.
She was so very happy she thought she would never sleep, and yet somehow it dragged her down into its depths anyway.
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Haha! Ok, this is the very first sex chapter I have ever written.let me know what you think, and I hope you liked it!
Before she could say a word, his lips were on hers, warm, insistent, and she was kissing him back, her fingers running through his hair. As they were locked in this passionate embrace, her mind screamed at her that this wasn't right, this was not the time. Hard as her body tried to drown it out, it insisted on being heard.
His proposal came of drunkenness, might not his claim of love come from the same source? Did she really want to give her body to someone that may not truly love her? She told her conscience that his proposal was unprecedented.but he did love her, she knew this much to be true. His statement of love rang utterly true in her heart and soul. He had meant it, in spite of (or perhaps because of?) his inebriation. The voice settled down, seemingly satisfied for now, and she realized that his fingers were tracing the neckline of her dress softly, sending little shocks through her body as he touched her. His lips left hers and traced warm kisses down her neck and explored where his fingers had been as they now slipped the sleeve from her shoulder and down so one of her breasts was exposed. She sighed as his fingertips brushed across the sensitive skin of her nipple.
********************************
He was in heaven. Her warm moist lips on his, her fingers entangled in his hair, he had dreamed of this for what had seemed like forever. For once his conscience remained silent, its insidious feelings of foreboding absent as his body experienced such joy as he had never felt before. Elizabeth had not been able to elicit these responses in him so quickly as Arianne did with a simple touch of her hand, no matter how far from the physical evidence of his burning desire they may be.
He kissed down her neck, where the scent of roses filled his nostrils and made his head light. He trailed the kisses down furthere, kissing around the neckline of her dress as he slipped a sleeve over her shoulder to reveal what he had seen once before and had longed to touch ever since. When his fingers brushed the sensitive nipple, he heard a sigh of pleasure that made him fear he would disgrace himself and release right then. He bit his lip and moved so his mouth hovered over her breast, his fingers tracing around the nipple. He imagined how she would taste, could almost feel it, before lowering and gently touching the tip of his tongue to her nipple, which had grown hard in response to her desire.
He took the whole of her nipple into his mouth and massaged it with his lips and his tongue, reveling in the taste of her skin. Ai God, if he didn't stop soon he never would.
********************************
She rode on waves of pleasure so intense she feared that at any moment she would slip under and drown. He was doing the most wonderful things to her, she never wanted him to stop, and when his mouth left her breast she missed it immediately, so much so that she groaned a bit in frustration. He smiled down at her, his fingers absently tracing the delicate lines of her lips.
"Arianne," he whispered. She heard the desire in his voice and wondered why he held back. "Arianne, I can't do this," he said, the words she had most dreaded spilling from his lips.
She put her fingers to his lips to stop him, saw tears in his eyes.
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"Will, I want this," she said, her need burning in her beautiful eyes, making them seem to glow in the darkness. It wasn't until that moment that he realized that the lamp had gone out. "Please," she whispered softly, her voice begging him.
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He laid his head upon her chest, which was exposed fully to the air, and she felt him nod. He pulled her up to stand then, and tried to undo the stays on the back of her dress, failing miserably. She smiled and undid them herself. He slid the dress off of her body, letting it fall in a pool around her feet. She reached to him and pulled his shirt off of him and admired his torso in the moonlight that filtered through their little window, noticing he was doing the same to her nearly naked body.
When his pants and underwear were gone, she was surprised at what she saw. She hadn't had any idea what arousal might look like, or how sex even worked, but somehow, now that she saw him in all his glory, it made sense and was even beautiful.
********************************
She was beautiful. He took her into his arms, reveling in the warmth of her body. He had never realized how short and thin she was. Her head only came up to the top of his chest, making him press against her stomach in what was probably an uncomfortable way. He tried to step back a bit, but she held on tightly and he marveled at the strength of her grip.
He bit his lip. It was so hard not to just take her and be finished with it, but he knew she was untouched and that it would hurt her. He resolved to be as gentle with her as his desire would allow.
She shivered as he trailed his fingers down her spine, coming to a stop at her undergarment. "Are you sure?" he whispered hoarsely.
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"Are you sure?" he whispered hoarsely into her ear. She could have cheerfully throttled him at that moment, but instead she let go of him and slid her hand down over his chest and stomach, coming to rest upon what his body told her wanted the most attention. She felt his body tense as he swallowed hard. He took her by surprise and pushed her onto the bed, where she lay breathless as he stood over her.
He laid down next to her, trembling, and she knew it was taking a lot of effort to remain under control as he slid her underwear down over her legs and threw them to the side. Before she knew quite what was happening, he was on top of her, his legs lying between her own, his arousal pressed against her.
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He looked down at her face, restraining himself from thrusting as he so dearly wanted to do. "Are you sure?" he asked once more. She responded by moving her hips so she rubbed against him and he groaned, nearly losing himself then. With utmost care, he pressed against her until he was inside her a little ways, and when she made no gasp of pain, began sliding himself in and out, putting a little more of himself in each time until he came up against her maidenhead.
Biting his lip because he knew that this was going to hurt, he thrust harder and broke through. Hearing her sharp intake of breath and feeling her fingers dig into his back, he stayed still for a moment until she insistently moved her hips, and he gave in to her desires, doing his best to hold back until she had taken her satisfaction.
The pressure built up more and more until he felt he would not be able to hold on. When she called his name, her voice brilliant with ecstacy, he couldn't resist any longer. He released himself into her.
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He collapsed, and she feared she would be crushed beneath his weight. When that didn't happen, she realized he had braced his arms on either side of her. His head hung next to her neck, his warm breath making her skin moist. She rubbed her hands up and down his back, loving the feel of his body so close to hers, of him being inside her still. She sighed happily and kissed his shoulder.
He lifted himself up then, and asked, "God, Arianne are you alright?" She could see the concern in his eyes. She simply smiled and reached up to trace his lips with her fingers. He sighed in relief, and slowly pulled out of her. She missed him immediately. He got off the bed and pulled on his underwear and pants, then laid back down beside her, cradling her in his arms. She snuggled into him appreciatively.
She was so very happy she thought she would never sleep, and yet somehow it dragged her down into its depths anyway.
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Haha! Ok, this is the very first sex chapter I have ever written.let me know what you think, and I hope you liked it!