“And you, Michael?” she whispered. “You've set me on fire inside.” She reached her arms out to him, begging him to come to her, wanting more, but had to remain patient as he began to undress in front of her.
“Remove the robe, Maria,” he said, tossing his shirt aside, revealing to her a broad expanse of chest, covered by thick, golden curls. “I want to feast my eyes on the whole of you before we share the ultimate of feelings shared between a man and woman.”
Maria smiled sheepishly as she sat up, to let the robe fall freely from around her. She straightened her back, proud of her breasts, hungering once again for his lips to devour them. “These feelings, Michael,” she said. “I've never experienced them before. Have you? With many different women already?”
Michael's eyes widened and his fingers stopped unbuttoning his breeches. “You've never been with a man before?” he blurted, wondering about how experienced she had appeared only moments ago. And she was ready to give herself to him willingly. Most women were too bashful that first time to be able to relax and enjoy it. .. much less to encourage it.
“Not in a sexual way,” she said, running her fingers over the softness of the bed, relishing this moment of firsts . . . her first bed . . . her first love . . . “I've only been with my brother Alberto,” she quickly added.
Michael took a step backwards, teetering. His face had turned ashen. “Your brother?” he gasped.
Maria bounced from the bed and went to Michael, laughing softly. She ran her fingers through the hairs of his chest, then fingered each nipple, thinking them to be so rubbery, not tight and stiff like her own now were. “Not as a husband with a wife,” she giggled. “I said I hadn't been with any man in that way. My brother and I? We're as close as being one person. You see, that's because we are twins.”
Michael reached for her, laughing awkwardly. “I see,” he said. “And you're now ready to be taken sexually? By me?”
“Yes, Michael,” she purred, fitting her body into his again, wrapping a leg around him, teasing him.
He held her to him, caressing the smoothness of her back, then lower, to the curves of her buttocks. “Why me, Maria?” he asked thickly.
She looked up into his eyes, smiling sweetly. “You're so different, Michael,” she said. “You're even beautiful. Now please kiss me, will you?”
“Will I? God. Yes,” he. answered and consumed her fully with his lips, again lifting her, to stretch her atop the bed. He positioned himself above her, also on the bed, as his fingers quickly released his manhood from its tight confines and searched eagerly . . . hungrily . .
for that soft place between her legs, glad to find her open, ready.
“I'll be gentle, Maria,” he said. “You'll see how gentle a man can be.”
Slowly he pushed his manhood to the part of her that had been readied for a man's entrance and began to probe.. . .
Maria felt feverish with desire, touching him everywhere, wanting to remember this moment. He hadn't let her see the part of him that was now like a hot rod exploring deeply between her legs. But she hadn't had to see it. All that was important was how it was making her feel.
She arched her back upward, sighing from the strange, pleasurable sensations inside herself, now waiting for his complete entrance inside the deepest part of herself. “Please, Michael,” she whispered. “Now. Please do it now, Michael.”
Michael's body stiffened as he thrust inward, groaning as the warmth of her vaginal walls closed around his throbbing manhood. Only a slight trickle of blood covered his entrance and now he was free to pull from Maria all the warmth and sweetness she was giving to him. He moved his body inward and outward, closing his eyes to the building of pressures ready to explode from inside himself, then crushed her mouth beneath his as the spasms of release became so close.. . .
“Oh,” Maria whimpered as he had made the entrance, but the pain quickly turned once again to pleasure. She wrapped her legs around him and began to work with him, panting, meeting his every thrust, enjoying to the fullest this sensation of wild, sensuous pleasure invading every fiber of her being, then felt the urgency building … a frantic passion that made her cling to him . . . nibble at his shoulders . .. dig her fingers into his buttocks .. . until together, they began to tremble … to moan and groan in unison . . . until they soon lay spent. . . wet with perspiration . . . panting.
Michael stretched out on his back beside Maria and threw an arm over his eyes, still feeling the thumping of his heart. “God!” he blurted. “God.”
Maria curled up next to him and began to trace his body with a finger. “Was I so bad?” she pouted, thinking him to be angry.
Michael turned to face her, laughing throatily. He squeezed a breast softly and kissed the tip of her nose. “Surely you don't think I'm disappointed,” he said.
“Then you're not?”
“You're very skillful at lovemaking, Maria,” he murmured. “And did I hurt you?”
“Only for a moment,” she whispered. “Then I experienced the most heavenly of sensations.”
“And I also, my love,” he said, kissing- her again.
She continued to trace his body with her fingers, and with wide eyes stared at the part of him that had just given her so much pleasure. “Why, it is so small and soft,” she said aloud, then blushed when she realized what she had said.
Michael laughed, positioning himself so she could see it more easily. “Touch it again,” he said.
Maria's fingers pulled away from him. “You want me to … touch . .. it… again?” she whispered.
He laughed again and took her hand in his, guiding it downward. “Touch it. Even hold it,” he encouraged, feeling the heat begin to swell inside it as her fingers gently enfolded it.