Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
"Yes," I manage, voice rough with restraint.
Her hands reach for me, tentative at first, then with growing confidence as she explores my body. The simple, honest wonder in her expression as she touches me is more arousing than the most practiced caress from a more experienced lover.
When Kleah's fingers finally wrap around my length, I have to stifle a groan, the sensation almost overwhelming after the prolonged anticipation.
"Like this?" Her tone is nervous, her touch hesitant.
"Perfect," I manage to grit out as I guide the movement of her hand. "Just like that."
She's a quick learner, her touch growing more confident, more purposeful, until I have to stop her—-
Her eyes fly up to me, and I say roughly, "It's too much."
And if I let her touch me a second more, it would be over far too soon.
I step closer again, positioning myself between her thighs, my hands trailing up her legs, thumb brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. She shivers at the touch, legs parting further in unmistakable invitation.
"I want to make this good for you," I tell her, my fingers finding her center, testing her readiness. She's wet, gloriously so, her body primed and eager despite her inexperience.
"It already is," she gasps as my thumb finds the bundle of nerves at her core.
I work her with careful attention, watching her face for every sign of pleasure, every hint of what she needs. My fingers slip inside her, first one, then two, stretching her gently, preparing her for what's to come.
Her head falls back, eyes closing as sensation overwhelms her. "Please," she whispers, hips rocking against my hand. "Gabriele..."
The trust in her eyes, the clear desire, the absolute certainty—it undoes me in ways I never expected. This woman, this artist with her wax-stained fingers and her brave heart, has found her way past defenses I thought impenetrable.
But I still have to ask her one last time.
"Are you sure?"
"G-Gabriele, p-please—-"
I position myself at her entrance, the head of my shaft pressing against her slick heat.
"Look at me," I rasp out.
My wife's hazel eyes lock with mine.
"If anything hurts, if anything doesn't feel right, promise me you'll tell me."
"Y-Yes."
Only then do I begin to press forward, entering her with exquisite slowness, giving her body time to adjust to the intrusion. She's tight, gloriously so, her inner muscles clenching around me in a way that makes restraint almost impossible.
A small gasp escapes her as I breach her virgin barrier, her fingers digging into my shoulders. I freeze immediately, watching her face for signs of discomfort.
"Don't stop," my wife urges, her voice breathless but certain. "Please, don't stop."
I continue my careful advance, inch by inch, until I'm fully seated within her, our bodies joined as completely as possible.
And then I wait.
Even if it's killing me not to move.
I wait until I finally feel it.
Her body starting to writhe with restlessness, and that's when I finally start moving, building her pleasure with thrusts that drive deeper and deeper past her moist folds.
"More," my wife gasps against my mouth. "Please, more."
I give her what she asks for, deepening my strokes, increasing the pace while still maintaining control. One hand supports her lower back, the other slides between us to where we're joined, thumb finding the bundle of nerves that will heighten her pleasure.
Kleah's response is immediate and gratifying—a sharp gasp, a tightening of her legs around my waist, a flush spreading across her chest and neck. She's close, I can feel it in the way her body tenses, in the quickening of her breath.
"That's it," I encourage, voice rough with my own mounting pleasure. "Come for me, cara—-"
Kleah's release is beautiful in its intensity—back arching, muscles clenching around me, my name spilling out in a whimper. The sight of her, undone by pleasure I've given her, is enough to push me to the edge of my own control.
I pull out just in time, my release spilling across her stomach in hot pulses that leave me shaking, vulnerable in a way I rarely allow myself to be.
For a moment, we simply breathe together, foreheads touching, her hands still clutching my shoulders as if she might float away without the anchor of my body. Then I reach for a clean cloth from her workspace, gently cleaning the evidence of my passion from her skin.
"Are you okay?" I ask quietly.
Kleah's smile is luminous, transforming her face into something so beautiful it makes my chest tighten anew.
"Not just okay," she whispers, "but perfect."
I help Kleah down from the table, supporting her as her legs tremble slightly beneath her. We dress in comfortable silence, exchanging small touches, private smiles, the air between us charged with something new and precious.
When she's fully clothed again, I pull her close, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "No regrets?" I ask, needing to be certain.