Lucy was fiercely disconcerted when I stalked her like a prowling jungle cat across the room and bent down to snatch her up into my arms. 'Aamir?' she exclaimed uncertainly, all the breath from her body stolen by that action.
'I want you... I burn for you," I breathed slowly.
Lucy stared up into my silvered eyes and her entire body clenched while her heart pounded in her ears. 'I want you too,' she admitted breathlessly, barely able to credit that she had the nerve to admit that, and yet if I could admit it, why shouldn't she?
She yanked at my shirt as I reached for her, our combined movements ending up in a tangle.
I rasped, gazing down, nonetheless, at her flushed and lovely face with ferocious satisfaction. I had never craved anything as much as I craved her hands on my body and he leaned back from her to pull my shirt up over my head and discard it.
Lucy looked up at me like a teenager and I, however, chased away all her apprehensive thoughts simply by taking my shirt off. As I leaned back over her to toss it away and my abdominal muscles flexed.
She gazed up at my superb torso with helpless appreciation. Heat flowered low in her pelvis, making her press her thighs together on the resulting ache. Exhilaration flooded her at the knowledge that she was finally feeling what other women felt when they desired intimacy with a man.
'I will endeavor not to disappoint you,' I growled, my lips planting a caress across her collarbone that made her shiver, lean brown hands tugging up the last of her clothing inch by inch, fingertips lightly glossing over her slender thighs and finally her narrow ribcage. The butterflies fluttering in her belly took flight.
The last of the layer of clothing fell away and Lucy sat up to embark on my lower.
It might be her first time but she wasn't about to lie there like some petrified virgin and let me do everything, I felt she told herself squarely. Her hands were shaking so much though that she could hardly get the zip down and he closed a steadying hand over hers, pressing her fingers against me before arching my hips to snake lithely out of my jeans. My boxers went with them and she stared at the evidence of my arousal and then, dry-mouthed, reached out to stroke me, her heart already racing as though she had run a marathon.
I had taken off all my clothes and stripped and stood naked before her.
She, on the other hand, was busy looking at my penis. It hung down and was stiff but not as stiff, as she had expected it would be. But to my amazement, it began to grow and grow right before her eyes. "What you are seeing now is what happens to a man who sees a naked female." She could only stare at my massive penis, now fully erect and standing straight out. She wondered how on earth "That big thing" would ever fit into her.
I spoke to Lucy in calm soothing tones as I explained here, how a penis gets hard, that she shouldn't be afraid, and how pussy muscles adjust to the size of the penis it receives.
The instant she touched me, I tugged her up against me with a hungry groan and crushed her mouth under my again, my tongue prying apart her lips and skating across the roof of her mouth before colliding with hers. Another burst of heat shot through her, tightening her muscles, and she shifted closer still, wanting the hard heat of me plastered to every inch of her. He was so passionate and she loved that passion, could feel it surging through my lean, powerful body to meet her own.
I laid her back and shaped her breasts with sensuous hands, smoothing, massaging, molding, before dipping my head to catch a straining pink nipple in my mouth and swirl my tongue around the throbbing peak until her spine arched and a stifled gasp was torn from her. She was much more sensitive there than she had ever realized and little tingling thrills began to dart through her, trickling down into her pelvis to create a hot liquid pool between her thighs.
