Ben (The Sherwood)

She nodded. “Then show me how to do this. I want an excuse to touch you.”

She took the condom from me and I showed her how to put it on me. She was eager and curious, and I loved her more than I thought was possible. I laid her down against the pillows needing to be inside her then I covered her with my body.

I brushed some hair from her face so I could see her clearly and so she could see me. “I love you,” I told her.

“I love you, too.”

Disa’s sweetness and innocence was obvious. I couldn’t believe I was this lucky to get another chance with her after everything that had happened.

I buried my face in her neck and teased her opening with my cock, sliding in gently. She gasped when I was no more than an inch inside her, so I slowed down letting her get used to my body entering her for the first time.

She clutched at my back, holding me, holding on. Her breath was warm against my ear. I moved my weight up on my hands and moved inside her, inching in further each time. Her eyes were closed tight, and her teeth were clenched at first. I almost laughed at her expression.

“Disa, baby, open your eyes,” I told her.

Her eyes slowly opened, and she gazed at me. “This isn’t so bad,” she said. “It feels really good.”

I pressed further, again

st her barrier and her eyes opened wider. “Want me to stop?” I asked.

“No,” she replied if a little shaky.

Her body felt so damn good wrapped around mine it was difficult to keep going so slowly. Disa moved her hands down to my waist holding me closer, urging me to go deeper, wanting me to break through. I kept this slow, steady pace hoping it wouldn’t be so bad for her first time.

“Ben, get it over with,” she declared. I was frustrating her. I hated this part. I had never been with a virgin, but I knew it wasn’t pleasant.

I thrust hard and fast and she gasped. I crushed her with my weight and held her close. I stopped moving. “Are you okay?” I asked.

She nodded. Then Disa kissed my shoulder. I moved gently inside her knowing she could still be hurting a little. She wrapped her legs around my waist and moved with me. “Not hurting anymore?” I asked.

“No,” she breathed. “I’m good.”

Our bodies moved as one together. I had never thought sex could be like this. To me it had always been about satisfying my needs. Scratching that itch. This was a whole new experience for me making love with a woman that I had feelings for. It was scary as hell, but I loved this woman, I reminded myself and we would be just fine.

Disa clutched at my back, her fingers digging into the muscles beneath my skin pushing away all the bad thoughts. The room was quiet except for the sound of our increased breathing and our bodies joining as one. I tugged her closer feeling the release coming at me hard and fast.

Her hands moved down over my ass. I thrust harder causing Disa to groan near my ear. I kissed her neck. Then I pushed up on my hands again needing to go deeper inside her. She moved her hands up to my chest and over my shoulders. Her fingers on my skin created a shiver that ran down my spine. I tilted my head back on my shoulders and felt the need to come wash over me.

I nearly roared when I came. Disa’s eyes were wide waiting for the baby in the room next to mine to start crying. Then she pulled me to her and kissed me with a fierceness that surprised and amazed me. Disa was passionate and loving. When she released me, I laughed with her “That was an amazing experience,” she told me. “You are lucky you didn’t wake your daughter.”

I rolled to her side, so I didn’t crush her. Then I kissed her cheek. “I need just a minute.”

I crawled out of bed and headed to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. I grabbed a warm washcloth and returned to the bedroom.

I sat on the edge of the bed beside Disa and uncovered her. “What are you doing?” She asked.

“This,” I replied. I stroked her gently, cleaning her body of the evidence that we had just made love. Then, I tossed the cloth into the hamper in my closet and slipped into bed beside her.

She rolled over and laid her head on my chest. I wrapped my arm around her holding her close. “No regrets?” I asked.

“None,” she whispered tracing patterns over my chest.

“I’m glad. Pleasantly surprised by this turn of events.”

She laughed at me. “I bet you are since you’ve been celibate for a year.”

I kissed her head. It was more than the sex. It was the intimacy that I had never shared with anyone, but I don’t think I needed to tell her that.