That seemed to relax him, and he chuckled. “You are full, baby, and God but you feel good.”
Catie breathed deeply and delighted in his hard body covering hers, his chest hair tickling her tender nipples. “Love me. Please, Chad. I want this to be good for you.”
“Oh, it will be.” He pulled out and thrust back into her. “I’ll make it good for you, too.”
“It’s already good for me. Just because it’s you.”
He thrust again, and the friction of him moving in her became less of a burn and more of a sweet sting. A sting that sent tiny ripples of bliss coursing through her.
“Damn, sugar, you’re so tight.”
He surged again, and again, and once more still, until Catie closed her eyes and felt the tingles creeping along her skin again. “Chad,” she cried. “Chad, that’s it. Chad!”
Swirling rainbows enveloped her as Chad continued to plunge into her. She heard herself screaming, whispering, and screaming again. His mouth covered hers and he kissed her, his tongue thrusting in tandem with his cock. Her body flew into spasms, and as one orgasm ended another began, and then again, and again.
Finally, as the last one subsided, Chad grunted and pushed deep into her, his body tensing atop hers. “Catie. Sweet Catie.”
He rolled over onto his side and pushed a stray hair out of her eyes. “You should have told me.”
“You already thought I was a little kid.”
“Being a virgin’s nothing to be ashamed of, sugar. It’s sweet, actually. None of those randy Frenchmen tried anything with you?”
“Oh, they tried.”
He smiled and then left the bed. He pulled off his condom and threw it toward the wastebasket next to his night table. “I’ll be right back.”
He returned with a warm cloth, and with exquisite care, he cleaned her.
“Did I bleed?”
“Only a little. Nothing to worry about.”
The soft, warm cloth soothed her sore tissues.
“Gosh, you sure are pretty down here, Catie. All pink and swollen. All I can think about is making love to you again.”
She smiled. “Go ahead.”
“You need to heal, sugar. It’ll be a few days until we can do this again. It might not be such a good idea, anyway.”
“Why on earth not? I told you already you don’t have to marry me.”
“Yeah, well…” Chad stood up, threw the rag in his hamper by the foot of the bed, and lay back down next to her. “You may change your mind about that.”
“Why would I?”
“Because a girl like you—” He chuckled at her pout. “A classy woman like you, I mean, deserves better than one night of passion.”
“Okay, I’ll take two nights of passion.”
“Sugar—”
“I’ll take as many nights of passion as you’re willing to give me. I’ve never asked you for more.”
“No, you haven’t.”
“I won’t even ask for special treatment in the rodeo queen competition.” She winked.