Author's Note: Due to the upcoming holiday, the next chapter will be posted next week. Warning – major lemon altert.

Chapter Seventy – Eight

Heath, once they entered the bedroom, sat her down on the side of the bed, kissing her lightly. He noted how Sharon moved against him; even as he enjoyed it, he pulled back. It would be too much too soon – he had long range goals in sight. Instead, he stood up, and went over to the chair by the fireplace, and sat down to remove his boots.

Sharon was taken aback at how passionate he had been as he swept her into the bedroom. She was exhilarated and frightened at the same time, at what was going to happen next. When he stood up Sharon was puzzled about his intentions. Paul would have already been done, no matter about his boots.

"Boots are very awkward to remove – luckily there is the boot jack." Heath gestured to the iron device by the fireplace. Sharon watched as he took his boots off, and then his gun belt. He removed the gun – it looked very large to Sharon – and leaving the belt on the chair, put the gun on the nightstand closest to the door.

"I hope you do not mind, but I would like to sleep on the outside of the bed. I am sure that Modesto and the hotel are very safe, but I do not like to take chances. Is that a problem?" Heath gave her a quizzical look, his eyes raking up and down her body. Sharon was trying to fathom sharing a bed with Heath – honestly, she could have cared less what side he slept on – if they were going to sleep.

"No that is perfectly fine." Sharon worked hard to keep her voice matter of fact, even as she was excited and scared all at the same time. It came to her that she was sitting on the edge of the bed, with no stockings but her clothes still on. She felt like a virgin, even though she had been married and born two children.

"I am very curious about your garment – I have not encountered one like it before." Heath let his hands reach over to stroke under her arms before they moved down to her hips. "There seems to be some structure on the top, but not on the bottom?" He asked, letting his hands move up and down her sides.

"Really? I rather thought you had experience!" Sharon, even as she was breathless, was not going to let him have the last word. She tossed her head and looked off to the side of the room.

"Oh my dear, I do have experience!" Heath smiled inwardly, liking where this was going. Yes, she might be virginal, but she was strong willed and independent – his favorite type of filly. They made you work for it, but the results were so worthwhile.

"So how are you going to get this garment off me?" Sharon looked at him with amusement; in truth she was taking a back at his bold statement and felt a fissure of excitement overcome her body.

"In the short term I do not care about getting you out of this fetching garment. I am more interested in how you are going to do undress me. Heath stood up and smirked at her.

"I am supposed to undress you?" Sharon replied in a panicked voice. When she and Paul had had relations, all he did was lower his pants, throw her on the bed or floor, and do his duty.

"Have you not undressed a man before?" Heath asked, already knowing the answer. The first step with a filly was getting her to trust you; the next step was getting her to want to please you. It was a fine dance, but Heath understood it very well.

"No, of course I do not know how to undress a man! When Paul and I had relations, most of the time he did not even take his boots off!" Sharon declared, with a toss of the head. At the back of her mind, she noted how inadequate it made her sound.

"Are you telling me he wore his boots in bed?" Heath, who already had a low opinion of Paul Flynn, decided that he despised the man more. He noticed her sad expression and went to sit on the bed next to her.

"I have already told you what are relations were! Do we need to revisit them?" Sharon just wanted to be done with Paul. Yes, she would like to undress Heath, but had no idea about how to go about it.

"No, more than ready to move on." Heath stood up, and took her hands, moving them to his crotch. He made it a point to help her fingers stroke his manhood, helping her understand what was pleasurable. "Have you ever touched a man before?" As he asked he leaned over and kissed her tenderly on the forehead.

Sharon had in fact never touched Paul's shaft, but she found it thrilling to see desire and excitement in Heath's eyes. She moved her other hand to his crotch and noted the buttons on his pants. Her fingers stroked them, moving in between the buttons; she wondered if she could unbutton them.

"So pants first? Or would you like to undo my shirt? If you undo my pants, it will be easier to pull my shirt out." Heath advised, understanding her trepidation at being intimate with a man based on her past experiences.

Sharon looked at him, noting the muscular body, and of course the bulge of his manhood. She was already intrigued at being able to feel his shaft and was suddenly very interested in undoing the buttons. Without a second thought she let her fingers stroke his crotch before they moved to the first button. She made it a point to go slow, enjoying the response she was getting from Heath.

For his part he was impressed at how eager she seemed to be, which both pleased and worried him. Heath wanted their first time to be about pleasuring her, but he now worried that her response to him would overwhelm his plan. She stirred him on a level that no other woman had.

Once Sharon had his buttons undone, she remembered his comment about the shirt. Taking a deep breath she pulled his shirt out, and then went to stroke the buttons. Heath was standing in front of her, his pants undone – she could see his undergarments. Her senses were overwhelmed, as desire and fear assaulted her.

"Based on how well you unbuttoned my pants, I am sure you can manage my shirt." Heath said nonchalantly, feeling anything but that. It did not help that her fingers were stroking his chest, causing his breath to come fast. "If you need advice, I suggest one at a time." He gathered himself and managed to smirk at her, privately hoping she would get on with it.

"Do you suggest top to bottom – or vice versa?" Sharon tossed her head; her statement was delivered with more bravado than she felt. Her pride was playing havoc with the feelings Heath was arousing in her. Honestly, she was surprised that she could still breathe.

"Well if you start at the top, you can explore my chest. Just so you know, a man really enjoys that." Heath stated, understanding that a filly had to be reassured and made to feel secure. He noted how Sharon's eyes had widened and decided to help her along. Heath took Sharon's hands and guided them to the top button of his shirt, intertwining their fingers together.

Sharon followed his lead and soon had his shirt undone, letting her admire his muscular chest. She noted his chest hair, smooth skin, and nipples that were puckered. Before she could stop herself, she reached out to stroke them, wondering if they were as sensitive as hers were. His guttural moan let her know that she was on the right track.

"Well I undid your shirt – are you just going to stand there?" Sharon was almost undone at his response but was enjoying the give and take with Heath.

"I rather think you liked undressing me?" Heath forced himself to sound amused, in fact was ready to bed her right away. She was beautiful, strong willed and passionate – it came to him that his life would never be the same once they made love.

"Well I have managed to undo your pants, and your shirt" Sharon tossed her head "but I am still standing here in this dress that you know nothing about."

"Let me show you what I know about your dress – very pretty that it is." Heath's voice was ragged, and he pulled her close against him. He kissed her hard and deeply, as he pushed her against the post of the bed. It took him no time to undo the bodice, so her breasts were loose.

Her camisole was white lawn with inset lace – her bloomers were the same. Both the bloomers and camisole were held together by ivory ribbon. The material was thin, and Heath could see her body with no problem. This was even better than their night in the hotel room after the Vice President's dinner.

Heath moved his hands to her swan-like neck, before his fingers traced a pattern down to the V of her chest. He took pleasure in undoing the bow, before he put his hands under her breasts, and pushed them free from the garment. His fingers gently circled the creamy globes before they moved to the rosy tipped nipples.

His thumbs stroked, noting how she arched against him, and moaned. Heath felt Sharon push against him, and without a second thought he started softly kissing and nipping at her, starting with her neck. When he moved to her breasts, and kissed the spot between them, her reaction was like nothing he had felt before.

Sharon for her part was blown away at the physical sensations she was feeling. Heath's touch was gentle, but like fire at the same time. Him playing with her breasts was wreaking havoc on her emotions. She felt his lips move from her cleavage to one of her nipples. He licked, nipped, and suckled her breast, which caused her to push against him.

She did not know what she wanted, but Sharon knew that she needed Heath tight against her. When he moved to the other breast, she was sure that she would probably pass out before they actually had relations. Sharon wrapped her arms around him, pushing him on his back against the bed.

Heath was taken aback to find himself on the bed, with Sharon on top of him. The feel of her against him – her bare skin warming his chest – pushed him over the edge. He put his arms around her neck and moved his lips to kiss hers in a deep, passionate kiss. Sharon moved against him, her body touching his throbbing shaft.

She was startled when Heath pulled her close against him, and then flipped her onto her back. He moved against her, letting his manhood find her femaleness, which had her panting. She moved her hands to his buttocks and moved them closer to her.

"Darling, we need to pause for a moment." Heath said in a ragged tone, as he gritted his teeth. He looked down at her, her body almost naked, her blue eyes blazing with passion, while her pink lips were sightly parted. "I am still in my pants." In truth he could have cared less, but he wanted to slow things down, so she enjoyed the experience.

"Are you enjoying this?" Heath asked, after having stood up. It had taken all of his self-control to do it; he removed his pants, and as he removed his underwear, he saw Sharon look at his manhood.

"Tis so large" she stated, as her eyes went wide. "How will it fit?" Sharon thought it was as large as his gun, and said as much to him.

"I like the analogy." Heath smirked at her, as he went on "I will show you exactly how it will fit." He came back to bed, and after pulling back the covers took her into his arms. Heath started by kissing her lips, before he moved to her neck, and then her breasts. He felt Sharon move against him, and she moaned, which aroused Heath even more.

Sharon felt his fingers move from her breast to her stomach, and then down to her femaleness. When his fingers started stroking her inner thighs, brushing against her privates she arched as his fingers move to her femaleness. First one finger, and then another one brushed against her warmth, before they entered the hot moist center.

Heath wanted her to be prepared for him, realizing it had been a while since she had been with a man. He moved his fingers back and forth and felt her responding to what he was doing. Her reaction was only pushing him closer to losing it, and he knew it was time. As he withdrew his fingers she whimpered and clung to him, which spurred him on.

"Darling, I love you so much" Heath declared, as he moved his shaft against her femaleness. "It might hurt a bit, but not for long." He guided his shaft into her opening, pausing for a minute to let her juices cover him before he entered her.

Sharon was beyond coherent thought but understood what was going to come next. As she felt Heath start to enter her, she stiffened, but then noticed that he had paused. Her hips moved instinctually to welcome him, as his hot shaft entered her with force. She then felt a knife-like pain and wanted to cry – it was her first wedding night all over again.

"Take a deep breath" Heath forced himself to hold still, knowing she needed to adjust to his body. "If you bend your knees a bit" he went on to explain other things to her, which she followed.

Even as he was explaining to her, he was kissing and fondling her, which was very arousing. As she bent her knees Sharon felt him push deeper into her, which caused a wave of arousal to hit her core. Sharon moved again, as she wanted to feel the sensation she had felt before.

Heath, by the third time she was arching against him, was at the breaking point. He kissed her deeply and hard, as he thrust deep into her; it gratified him when she raised her hips to welcome him. For Heath the experience was like nothing he had ever felt before. Sharon was passionate and her body stirred him like nothing else.

Sharon could not believe everything she was feeling, as Heath thrust into her. It was amazing to arch up and meet him, as she wanted him deep in her. Her legs spread even more, and her hands were clasped on his buttocks, driving them deep against her.

She felt him change his movement – it was hard and fast, and he was growling. The movement, and his sounds pushed her over the edge. She felt like fireworks were going off around her, and she was vaguely aware that she was screaming.