Warning! Lemon!
Chapter Twenty-Four: Torture
When Reanna woke, her head still lay on Devon's shoulder, and he was breathing deeply with sleep. It was odd to have someone besides herself in her bed, but it wasn't uncomfortable in the slightest. What a strange way to feel. She knew that she should still be angry at him for what he had said, but she couldn't find the strength within her to summon up that kind of rage again. What was the use, anyway? She would only alienate him more, and she didn't want to do that. For the first time, she was attracted to an intelligent man who was honest--brutally so--with her. And he was funny and good-looking as well.
She moved her head to better see his profile, and liked what she saw. His nose was perhaps a little off-kilter, but that was likely from having it broken more than once. He had nice lips, though. They weren't thick, but they weren't thin either, and it had felt wonderful to be kissing them. His eyes were gorgeous. They were set just right in his face, giving him an air of mystery and secrecy. She was glad that his eyebrows weren't thick and bushy.
She stroked his cheek a bit, following the line of stubble down around his chin and to the other cheek. If he were to grow a beard, it wouldn't be coarse like most men she knew. Ah, and that brought her to his hair...it was long, and so brown that it was almost black. It looked black when it was wet. Right now, it was a tangled mess and she longed to comb out the knots just to see it in all its glory hanging down his back. She figured that it would hang about halfway down his back, and she wanted badly to see it and touch it. It looked so soft.
His body wasn't a heavily muscled one, but long and lean, finely toned. He was deceptively strong, and she suspected that many a man had underestimated Devon's strength. Her fingers traced down from his cheek to stroke his neck lightly. She was content to lay next to him quietly, touching him. He was a very comforting presence, and she was glad that he was here.
Sleep was trying to drag her under, and she fought against it tooth and nail. She wanted to enjoy this while she could, damn it! She had little faith that he would allow her to do this while he was awake. Damn...sleep...she thought before it finally won the battle and whisked her away to dreams.
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He breathed a sigh of relief when her hand stopped stroking his neck and her breathing became deeper and more even. He wouldn't take advantage of her, damn it, but she was making it extremely hard to control himself. It was bad enough that she was pressed up against his side, her warm breath tickling his collarbone and her leg thrown over his, but she was only wearing a shirt...and then she had started lightly stroking his cheek and neck.
This had woken him up and he had had to work hard to keep his body from tensing beneath her touch, to keep his breathing steady as his heart pounded faster and faster. He wanted to roll onto her and relieve the tension that pounded through him, concentrating its throbbing on one spot in particular, but he was afraid that she would reject him. Damn it all, he hadn't felt like this since he was a teenager! Part of him hated that Reanna brought this out in him, but most of him tingled with excitement and suspense.
Well, she was asleep now, he couldn't do anything about his torture anyway. He was uncomfortable on his back, though, so he rolled onto his side facing her, his lips touching her hair.
Damn it, he groaned to himself. His change of position only made things worse, because now her body was pressed all along his front. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to be as still as he possibly could. Unfortunately, she moved to get more comfortable, and her body teasingly rubbed against his most sensitive area before relaxing away from it again.
He was as tense as a bowstring drawn back to fire an arrow--if not more so--and he was sweating with the effort of holding back. "God," he whispered loudly in his agony, then whispered softer--if just as urgently--into her ear, "Reanna?"
She mumbled something unintelligible and cuddled closer, making him clench his jaws tightly to retain what little self-control he had left. He whispered her name again and she once more mumbled something that he couldn't understand and moved against him again. He tipped her head up and kissed her lips lightly--which was very difficult for him at the moment. When she didn't respond, he kissed her again, and again, each time a little less gently and a little more arduously.
As his kisses intensified, she began kissing him back, her tongue rubbing against his slowly as she came out of sleep, and this only drove him wilder. His hands moved feverishly over her body, feeling the firm mounds of her breasts, her legs, and when his hand rubbed against the flesh of her womanhood, she brought her head back away from his kiss and groaned.
He suddenly froze in fear, as if he had just realized what he was doing. "Reanna! I'm sorry!" he said, mortified.
She opened her eyes, staring up at him. They were dark with desire. "Don't...don't you dare...stop..."
That was all he needed to hear. He kissed her deeply again, but now that he had some control over his actions, he moved slower--though not by much. He was gentler when he touched her breasts, caressing them slightly roughly before moving down again to stroke the inside of her thigh teasingly.
Her hands were gripping him tightly, her nails digging into his back, demanding that he end her torment. He obligingly trailed his fingers up her thigh until he touched her heat again. When his fingers entered her, she cried out in ecstasy, and he nearly burst at that moment.
He couldn't bear it anymore, he knew, and started fumbling at the laces of his breeches. Reanna helped as soon as she realized what he was trying to do, and he got the breeches as well as his underwear off much quicker than he would have by himself. When he was quite naked, he positioned himself on top of her and hovered at her opening.
"Please," she whispered, pressing against him.
He gladly obliged, easing himself into her as gently as he could--which wasn't very gentle at all--and pushed through her virginity. She cried out a little in pain, but he claimed her mouth for his own and started moving inside her, taking her past the pain and into a pleasure she hadn't thought possible.
He stopped kissing her as the tension built up to an almost unbearable level and looked down into her eyes. They were both breathing heavily, and a drop of sweat fell from his face onto her own. She hardly seemed to notice, however, as her eyes widened and she cried out almost in surprise, tightening around him. Knowing that this was what he had been waiting for, and he released his seed into her with a moan of relief.
When he was finished and the throes of their passion had released Reanna as well, he let his head hang by her shoulder while he regained his breath, still inside her.
They laid that way for a long time, and when Reanna started to say something, he shushed her by taking one of her nipples into his mouth and moving himself suggestively against her again.
They made love again, this time taking it slower, less urgent.
Thus Reanna was introduced to the most pleasurable part of womanhood.
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Yeep, I don't know where this came from...I guess I was feeling lemony...Well, I hope you guys enjoyed this anyway!