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This time she heard the groan that she had only felt earlier.
"Hold on," he said, and grabbed the pants that he'd thrown over the bedpost. He fished his wallet out of
the back pocket with shaking hands, pulled out a small foil-wrapped package and dropped the wallet on
the bed.
"I hope to hell this thing works. It's been in there longer than I can remember."
He quickly covered himself, then nudged her legs so they widened. He looked so serious, so strained
and so intent that she didn't want to do or say anything to distract him.
"Let me know if I hurt you," he said, his voice husky.
She slid her arms around his neck once again, holding him close. She closed her eyes and waited,
praying it wouldn't hurt too much.
She felt him nudge her there between her legs, but this time she knew it wasn't his fingers wanting to gain
entry. Reflexively she drew her knees up, cradling him between them.
He made a sound of approval before he carefully pushed himself closer to her.
He is huge, was her first thought. He'll never fit there, was her second. She reminded herself that he'd
promised to stop if she hurt too badly to allow him entrance. She wanted to do this for him. He'd brought
her to the most beautiful climax she could have ever imagined.
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Fiona forced herself to relax.
The dampness made his entry smooth and he rocked gently over her, moving a little deeper with each
small thrust before pulling away. Fiona was surprised at the teasing sensations she felt. In an effort to
increase them, she lifted her hips and met his next thrust, moving him deeper with surprisingly little pain.
She didn't want Greg to slow down, to take it easy,to carefully breach the barrier. With that in mind, the
next time he rocked forward, she thrust as hard as she could with her hips, using her heels to push her
higher. She felt something inside her give way before he was firmly embedded inside her.
He was panting, his breathing harsh in her ear. "I think I've died and gone to heaven," he said on a sigh.
"I didn't think it would fit," she said shyly into his ear.
"Believe me, I had the same concern. You are so small I was afraid I'd do permanent damage."
She kissed his cheek, feeling the perspiration trickle down his face.
"Now what?" she asked, and she felt his body shake with suppressed laughter.
In the next few minutes he showed her in several pleasurable ways what happened next. He made love
to her with his whole body. He kept his rhythm slow while he kissed her, his tongue moving to the
thrusting rhythm of his body. Fiona had never imagined such an erotic sensation.
She'd wanted this without knowing how it would feel. Now she was receiving so much pleasure that her
panting moans were in counterpoint to his.
She felt herself tightening around him, the sensations that had swept over her earlier returning with more
intensity than she could have imagined possible.
His movements quickened and his breathing became more labored. Fiona wrapped her arms and legs
around him, unwilling to let him go.
A sudden burst of release exploded inside her, her body convulsively contracting.
Greg gathered her tightly to him and lunged deep inside her, crying out as he reached his release. It went
on and on and her body responded by contracting around him.
He rolled onto his side without letting her go, her face buried in his chest. She turned her head, gasping
for air, while his heart pounded beneath her ear.
Fiona sighed with contentment and closed her eyes.
A few minutes passed before he moved, reluctantly withdrawing from her. He got out of bed, slipped on
his robe and left the room. She followed his progress with her mind's eye. She heard the bathroom door
close, water running, the toilet flush, more water, and then silence before she heard the door open again.
She waited.
It took him longer to return to the bedroom. When he did, he had the sexiest smile on his face, which
made her want to leap into his arms immediately and have her way with him again.
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"Are you aware that there's food sitting on your table? I would imagine it to be cold food by now."
She had rolled to her back and pulled the covers to her chin when he'd left, feeling the chill of the room
once more. She nodded. "Yes, I came in to tell you I had a meal ready."
He shook his head and chuckled. In a couple of long strides he arrived at the side of the bed. "Thank
you for sharing that information with me, Miss MacDonald." He slid his hand beneath the covers and
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