He smiled. "Yes, baby, it's in." He kissed her forehead.
"It's over, then?" Her fingers moved to his hair and he shuddered.
"No, it's not over. The worst is over. There won't be any more pain." He pulled back slowly, gently, and her eyes flared. He pu
shed back in.
"You're going to feel what I just felt?" Her innocence almost unmanned him.
"Yes." He couldn't wait any longer. He lifted her face to his and took her mouth in a long, deep kiss. He put his weight on his forearms, and began to stroke. Valiantly, he tried to go slow. But it had been too long. He had waited for her forever. His thrusts became longer, his penetration deeper.
Becky saw him strain against her and felt his loud, deep groan. She watched his face as pleasure ripped through him. Love and tenderness consumed her as his arms gave out and his weight fell on her. She wrapped her arms around him as he took huge gasps of air.
After several moments, he eased his weight off of her, and let his hips move to the side of her. They gently disengaged. He wrapped his arms around her, and brought her to lie on his chest. "Everything okay, sweetheart?"
"Oh, yes, Jake. Everything is perfect." She sighed.
"I didn't hurt you?" He tensed as he waited for her answer.
"No, not at all. I didn't feel any pain." Her hand moved against him, where it rested on his chest.
"I'm glad." His voice was deep. He stroked the hair away from her face. They held each other in peaceful silence until they both fell asleep.
Becky woke some time later and everything came back to her. She stretched and smiled to herself when she remembered what they had done together. Jake's eyes were still closed and he was breathing deeply.
She reached out and gently touched his chest. She put her face to his skin and breathed in his scent. Love and happiness filled her. Her dream had come true. She opened her mouth and put gentle, wet kisses on his chest.
His eyes opened and his arms tightened around her. "Hi." His voice was deep from sleep.
She looked up to see his dark eyes focused on her. She blushed. "Hi," she answered him.
He lifted her up on top of him and took her mouth with his. He kissed her long and slowly. He broke his mouth away. "Stay there." Confusion knitted her brow as she watched him get out of the bed and move to the other room.
He returned in a moment with a wet cloth. He sat beside her on the bed. She flushed again as he put the cloth between her legs. She tried to close her legs at the intimacy of him washing her. "Shh, sweetheart, be still now and let me clean you up."
Becky looked down and saw the blood between her thighs. She had forgotten all about the possible blood Miranda had told her about. She never felt like she had bled. But she must have. There was even blood on him. Mortification filled her. She moaned in distress.
"It's okay now," his voice soothed her. "This won't happen again. It's just the first time, I guess. I felt you tear, sweetheart. I'm surprised it didn't hurt you." The soothing ministrations continued between her legs.
"Don't you know, Jake?" her voice was hesitant.
He thought about what she was asking him. "No. I've never had a virgin before." He bent over and kissed her forehead in a benediction. He moved the cloth and quickly cleaned the blood from his member. He was aching for her again.
He set the cloth by the washbasin, and then moved back to sit beside her in the middle of the bed. His back was propped against the headboard. He pulled her into his side. He lifted her face and took a long, leisurely kiss from her mouth.
Her hand ran up and down his torso, from his chest to his stomach and back again. His erection pulsed and throbbed.
"C-can I touch it now?" Her question was hesitant.
Jake steeled himself. "Sure. If you want." Trying to act relaxed and casual was going to kill him. He was already about to explode again. Her hand briefly touched him, then quickly skittered away. He sucked in his breath.
"Did that hurt?" She wanted to touch him again. But the newness was scary.
He gritted his teeth. "No. You can do it again." He felt her hesitant touch. She watched her hand as it caressed him, moving over him. She reached up and put her lips on his. He opened his mouth and took the kiss she was offering. The hesitant, untutored stroke of her hand was going to kill him. He was going to erupt in her hand if he wasn't careful, and he didn't want to shock her. She wasn't ready for that yet. Besides, she was gently rocking her pelvis against his side and moaning low in her throat. She was ready again.
He lifted her up and placed her over his lap so that she was on her knees and straddling him. He took her mouth back under his.
This time, he wanted her to come from his strokes. He put his hands between her thighs and played with her until she was slick and wet. He reached between them and held her steady as he brought himself to her wet opening. Her eyes flew to his.