With the meal in her stomach, her anxiety didn't mix well. She thought at first by some change that she could definitely do this. Howl's touch and gentle gropes were pleasurable, but they turned rough in due time and they weren't easy to sit through. Howl bit at her neck and he eased up on the roughness. She still felt frustrated, feeling as if he couldn't possible act this way. His hands slithered down between her thighs. Sophie groaned, squirming for short intervals a time. It looked like she was situating herself, but it was not the case as Howl tried to get his fingers inside her. She avoided this with a fidget of her hips from here to there, pressing back into him. "I'm not going to ravage you without exploring this first," Howl uttered, nudging a finger into her warmth just barely.

She was still whimpering, but she sat still enough for Howl to lift her back further into his lap instead of sitting there in-between his legs. It took a second, but he was comfortable finally with his erection in-between her legs. Sophie whimpered as she settled there, biting at her lip. As if to worsen the redness of her face, he returned his hand down to her opening which he played with for a couple of minutes. It was then he managed to prod the tip of his finger into her. She became still again as Howl reached over and rubbed her clitoris. This got her squirming again, allowing juices to flow from her and allowing him to slip his finger inside easily. He caressed her warm insides for a couple of minutes before slipping in a second with a few difficulties. He was surprised at her smallness as she stretched for him. This made her move some more, pushing back against him. As Howl finally got the rest of his finger in and started rubbing around, pulling out and pushing back in, she started moaning. It grew louder as he added pressure to her clitoris and soon what he had delayed finally occurred. She gave a shiver and she gushed out with a choked cry. She trembled all over and Howl pulled her to his chest with a purr. "How does it feel to finally experience an orgasm, my love," he purred into her ear, biting at the lobe.

Sophie didn't have a chance to form any words. Howl pushed her up onto her hands and knees and reached around her, pushing his fingers back inside. He was a little rougher, but found the perfect spot she cried out at. His hard-on twitched from behind her, rubbing up against her back end. Howl was trying his best not to force her into sex right away. He was starting to become sore from waiting so long… Minutes later, after two more orgasms, she finally collapsed. Howl's hand was covered in her juices, which he licked at. Sophie was breathing heavily in her spot. She didn't even have the ability to curl up into a ball to protect herself from what was about to come. He rolled her over to face him, bending down to suckle her breasts. Sophie whimpered from below him. Howl raised his head, pouting slightly. "Aww, did I tire you..?"

To answer his question, she shut her eyes. Since he didn't receive a verbal response, he prodded the tip of his erection at her opening. Sophie gasped and shot up, her arms outstretched and shoving at him. Something came to her mind and it was telling her she wasn't ready. "N-no!" she shouted, looking terrified.

Sophie awoke with a start, drenched in sweat. What was that? She thought. She rubbed at her face, looking down at her lap. She had been reading a novel… She gave an exhale in relief. She wasn't sure what was dream or not, but she could tell the events up to the bath were real based on her nightwear. There's no way Howl was that aggressive, she thought, shaking her head at the thought. Absolutely no way…

She soon heard a knock at her door. The doorknob rattled. "Sophie," called Howl, scratching at the door with a dog like whimper. She crawled out of bed with a blanket wrapped around her. After the events in the bath, she had run to her room and locked the door. The events were coming back to her now. She cried for kneeing him, and she guessed fell asleep since reading didn't help it… She unlocked and yanked the door open, leaping into his embrace happily. Howl had no problem meeting her in a hug.

"I'm sorry, Howl," she said, muffled as she burrowed her head into his chest.

Howl nuzzled into her silvery hair. "I couldn't stay mad at you, Sophie, even if it hurt a lot…"

"I said I was sorry!"

Howl gave a small chuckle as he squeezed her tightly to him. As he saw her face he planted a kiss to her forehead. It was here he noticed the sweat, rubbing at his mouth. "Are you still wet after all these hours?"

Sophie blinked and slowly shook her head. Howl took a step back to observe. "Are you sick? Why are you all sweaty?" He started to tug at the blanket Sophie had wrapped around herself.

Sophie shrugged and pulled herself from him. "Bad dream I think," she uttered, recalling the events in the dream. "I wasn't in your room was I?"

Howl's eyebrows arched, his hands crossed over his chest. "No… But that is my blanket I've been looking for."

Sophie made a face. Crap! She was keeping it from him because she liked his better than her own. She turned and started for her bed. Howl caught her before she could curl up in a lump on her bed as if it would do her any good. He trapped her and started tickling her sides. "Miiiiiiine," he insisted, finally pulling the blanket free from her and Sophie flopped onto the bed, her hair a mess.

She sat, shuddering. The air on her sweaty skin feeling wonderful regardless of the skin exposure of the nightgown she never intended to wear until the incident in the bath. She sulked as she remembered, catching a look from Howl. She stiffened at his smile and started to reach for the blanket on her bed. "No, no, no. No need to hide. I was just going to say it looks nice. It'd look nicer on the floor, though," he replied, uttering the last bit under his breath.

"What was that?" Sophie asked, staring at him. She still pulled the blanket to her chest.

"Ahh, nothing..."

Sophie looked at him, not amused.

"What?" he said, holding up his hands. "Who wouldn't act that way?" Howl inched toward her. "In such a short, revealing piece of clothing, anyone with the right mind would act the way I want to."

Sophie started to scoot away, feeling his eyes lingering on her for quite too long. Howl soon pounced, his prey wiggling beneath him as she tried to get away. Howl bit at her ear lobe, growling a little. "Ahh, no, tiger's going to eat meee," she cried, very enthusiastically…

Howl rose up a bit, tickling her sides more in return for her poor enthusiasm. "That's what you get for stealing my blanket! I should punish you harder, but I don't think I can."

Sophie cried out in giggles, balling herself up and pushing at him the best she could just to get away from his hands. She didn't like being tickled, but Howl didn't seem to get that. He always said it made him happier to see her smiling and laughing like she was. When he finally stopped, he eyed her again. "Are you sure you're not ill? You're really sweaty and flushed."
Howl murmured, his face close to hers in concern.

She shoved a pillow in his face. "My face is red because I've been laughing! And I'm not sick, I promise you that..." Just recalling the dream made her want to curl up and cry, but she knew he wasn't so cold as to be that way. It was only a dream, it was only a dream...

Howl gave a sigh and wrapped his arms around her. "Aright, fine, but if you're lying to me, I won't let you sleep in your own room."

"What kind of threat is that?" Sophie scoffed.

Howl squeezed her tightly. "A good one. Now, please get undressed and dressed into something else. I don't want you to catch cold. You being ill is the worst thing I could take."

Sophie gave a quick nod and pulled herself from his hug. He followed her as if she needed to give him something. Turning and raising an eyebrow at him, she looked up at him. "Lose something?"

Howl gave a genuine smile down at her. "I thought I would help?"

Sophie gave a frown at him and turned away. She started wriggling her small self out of it unsuccessfully, getting tangled up on it's strange way of fitting her. She never thought it would be so easy to get on, but incredibly hard to get off. Howl was behind her laughing, as if he knew what was going to happen. "You're covered in sweat, remember?"

Howl came up and reached around her, pulling her free here of the tangle she got herself in to. Bumps rose all over the surface of her skin as the cold air and her sweat mixed. Not only that, his hands brushed against her breasts and made them erect before they could react to the cold. She instinctively wrapped her arms around herself, expecting Howl to replace the sweaty garment with another nightgown, but instead he replaced it with his arms. He kissed her cheek down to her neck affectionately. She shuddered in response and gave a small smile. This made her certain that she was not the girl in her dream: terrified and fragile. She didn't act like she didn't love this man. She did love him, so much she thought she couldn't express it in words, but only in actions like this. Howl reached and tilted her head back, planting his lips onto hers with a heavy sigh of relief. This made the butterflies in her stomach flutter about and her heart start to race. What she realized now was the warmth between her legs again. It happened many times, but she had never done anything about it. Howl's fingered rubbed about lightly as they started heading lower and lower. This seemed to make the warmth get hotter. His fingers lingered around this warm area. As the kiss subsided, he rested his cheek onto her hair.

As he slid them closer, Sophie began to try making herself taller. The area between her legs burned and throbbed the longer he took so she decided raising up onto her tip-toes to guide him lower. This didn't help as Howl pulled back, running his fingers up and around her surface. "Howl," she demanded, feeling him smile.

To answer her demands, he wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her into the bulge in his pants. The other slipped back down to the moist heaven he had always hoped he would get the change to feel. He nestled his chin into her shoulder, feeling her tremble as his fingers inched closer and closer... Finally, he felt her warm clitoris meet the tip of his fingers and began rubbing gently. Sophie remained quiet, but it was soon she started to breathe heavier. She always began to shift her weight from one foot to the other, squeaks sounding here and there as he pressed harder. She tried to wriggle free quite a few times, but this wasn't successful, leaving her to groan and take it. As a moment passed and her groans became loud cries and she couldn't stand still, her legs betrayed her and caved in. She landed on her butt, her face flushed with a cherry red. Howl sat down behind her and pulled her to the space between his legs. Sophie tilted her head back to look at him nervously, her lips being taken again as he kissed her. In the middle of this, his hand slithered back down to the space between her legs. The moist area made him squirm, his groin throbbing against her back side.

Sophie moved back into him, receiving a couple throbs. Howl busied himself with finding the source of the wetness, pressing his middle finger inside and giving a purr as Sophie perked up in a startled manner. He stroked the insides of her for a moment before pulling out and pressing back inside her moistness. He couldn't wait to feel this. Sophie stirred and gave small groans, her insides squeezing around his long finger. He instinctively put in a second finger and it got tighter than it had been the first finger. Sophie reacted quite well almost immediately, giving a cry and a persistent groan as he pushed in and out. She sank and lowered herself, somehow pulling her legs back and finding a position that made her purr. She moaned and tightened around his fingers, a loud cry sounding her climax. She gushed onto his fingers, leaving Howl astonished. He knew she was a virgin, but to last so little? That he didn't know.

Howl pulled himself from her and managed to shed his pants and boxers and climb over top of her. He looked up into her creamy brown eyes with his own blue ones. "I want you," he murred, bending his head to nip at her nipples and lick them. She responded with her usual groan, chewing on her bottom lip.

Sophie's mind was blank from her climax, but she could still feel the pleasure in his touch. How he rubbed her sides and kissed her all over. This made her warm on the inside and smile up at him. "Please go easy on me," she uttered under her breath, which was raspy from her cries.

** It's been AGES. College and being ill has been dragging me from my writing, but I promise more updates will come. Sorry for Chapter 2. I got a lot of hate, but it was part of my plan. I apologize. 3 **