In flickering candlelight she slowly undressed first herself and then him. He was as pale as moonlight, his dappled skin shivering gooseflesh under her gentle hands. He was very thin, even more so than she'd thought, and his eyes were anxious and pleading. 'Please like what you see,' he asked without words. 'Please don't be disappointed.'
Sara smiled and gently pushed him back onto the bed. "Now let me see... Oh, yes, very nice," she whispered, stroking one hand down his smooth, pale chest. She sat next to him and her hand slipped lower, began touching him intimately, making him gasp. "Oh! Very, VERY nice," she whispered silkily. "Don't be nervous, Greg. I've got you. This is going to be really, really good."
He reached up and pulled her into a kiss. "I love you," he whispered against her lips, then slid his hands around to cup her breasts. "You are so beautiful."
"I'm glad you think so." She took one of his hands in hers and pulled it lower. "Oh, yeah, right there. Right on my... Oh, yeah, just like that."
A few minutes later, she pulled on his arm. "Now, Greg. "
He was shaking as he slipped between her legs and covered her. He gave her a fervent kiss as she gently placed him at her wet entrance. He surged forward to bury himself in her. "Oh, Sara," he breathed, then began to move. "Oh, oh."
It was over quickly, and in the aftermath he clutched her to himself. She sighed into as he stroked her damp hair from her face, his expression one of awed adoration. "Thank you," he whispered softly. "That was beyond anything I could have imagined or hoped for."
She kissed him softly. "That WAS beautiful, wasn't it?" She smiled and pressed her nose into his neck. "You're so sweet."
They slipped into sleep together then, his thin arms holding her as close as humanly possible, and for the first time in a long time, Sara Sidle slept through the night.