He pressed his cock against her waiting glory. He couldn't wait. If it truly was his objective to hold her in his arms ... to protect her, then he needed to fuel the fires of their desire.
Now.
He gasped raggedly when the tip of his cock penetrated her tight slit. Her heat resonated into him. Hope started in shock, but Ryan I was glad to see when she met his gaze in the mirror that excitement twined with her amazement. Realizing he should test the limits of his luck, Ryan tried to reach with his other hand. Although the glass gave beneath his fingers as though it were made of pliable elastic, the barrier held firm.
He could only be grateful for Hope's obvious fearlessness, because it was going to take some effort and patience to work his cock into her snug vagina. He took a deep breath, trying to muster his restraint.
But then Hope pressed back against the mirror. Ryan groaned, his eyes rolling back into his hetad when the head of his cock slid into her sublime heat. He popped her bottom once with his palm i
n warning, not to be cruel. He needed her to realize how hard this was for him. His control had never been so sorely tested.
She stared at him, biting her lower lip when it trembled.
"You want it so much?" Ryan mouthed slowly.
She nodded.
"Witch," he muttered before he held her hip steady and sunk his cock into her humid heat another few inches. She tightened around him; he suspected the instinctive clenching of her muscles was in protest to his presence but he'd never felt anything so welcoming. He groaned gutturally. Fuck, it felt good. She squeezed him in a silken, muscular fist.
God, he needed to get in there. He tensed his leg and ass muscles, ready to claim more of her. But then he focused on Hope's face. It was pinched with a mixture of desire and discomfort.
"Shhhh," he soothed, forgetting she couldn't hear him. "Try to relax. It's going to be so good, honey. Please believe me."
He pulled his cock out a fraction of an inch and slid back into her, stroking her with tiny, electrical pulsations. Her muscular walls writhed and tightened around him with each stroke, making him grind his teeth as his restraint diminished with alarming speed. He held Hope's wide-eyed stare and reached around to find her clit with his fingers. He saw her lower lip drop.
Jesus he wanted to hear her scream.
He found he needed to be firm in his strokes to make any progress into her wet, clinging walls, but he tried his best to be gentle. He was less delicate with his fingers on her clit, rubbing and circling, plucking and gliding. She pushed back against the barrier of the mirror, her buttocks pressing tightly against the glass. Ryan glanced down at the bizarre, highly arousing site of his cock as it sunk into the mirror to mid-staff .. . into Hope's pussy to mid-staff.
He checked her face again, seeing that her cheeks were once again the livid pink he'd come to associate with incipient climax. He pressed his cock further into her, piercing her gripping, tight tunnel, moaning harshly at the immensity of the pleasure that tore through his body. His mouth twisted into a snarl. Hope started and stiffened, her body momentarily resisting him, but Ryan raised his hand and gripped her hip tightly, holding her into place while he withdrew his cock and sunk back into her pussy using the same insistent but controlled strokes.
When he felt her begin to move against him, pushing his shaft further into her heat with each small thrust, he released her hip and dipped his finger between her drenched labia once again, stimulating her. Her pussy clamped around his cock. Ryan looked up. Her head was still turned but her chin rested on her shoulder. He studied her rigid features turned in profile and knew she was about to explode.
He thrust hard at the same moment that the first wave of orgasm hit her, shouting out uncontrollably at the sensation of being buried in her sweet, tight flesh to the hilt while she quivered around him in release. Her clinging sheath milked him as she came, the resulting shivers that crept up his spine making him think he'd reached the limit of his control and was about to come deep inside her.
The realization dismayed him. He'd promised himself not to come inside her. Dammit, why hadn't he thought to use a condom? Women in the year 1906 didn't have birth control pills at their disposal. Regular condom use was such an ingrained habit for Ryan, he could only figure that the quality of miraculous otherworldliness to his encounters with Hope had been the reason he hadn't automatically reached for a condom before he'd single-mindedly looked into the mirror tonight.
He clenched his eyes shut and endured the most intense version of blissful agony he'd ever experienced in his life as Hope's heat gushed around him and her pussy squeezed his cock ruthlessly.
Sweat poured off his abdomen. He panted like he'd just sprinted the last leg of a marathon. When the exquisite torture of being buried in the midst of Hope's fires waned, Ryan pried open his eyelids. He stroked her hip softly before he took her in a firm grip.
He flexed his muscles and began to thrust in and out of her with short strokes. He grunted in satisfaction when he realized that the barrier between them had thinned sufficiently for him to hear his hips smacking against her thighs and ass with each downstroke of his cock. He wanted to caress her bottom more than anything, but she was so tight he required a firm hold on her body. He tried once again to penetrate the mirror with his other hand, growling in frustration when he was once again rebuffed.
His eyebrows drew together in confusion when Hope turned as fully as she could and he saw surprise in the dark pools of her eyes. If he'd needed any further evidence that she'd been a virgin until tonight, he'd just got it in spades. Her lower lips dropped open in aroused incredulity while he pumped into her more forcefully. She might have thought she understood the mechanics of intercourse, but this gorgeous, amazing woman clearly just now comprehended what it meant to be fucked.
But just as in all things, it was best she learned the lesson right off the bat, Ryan thought as he held her gaze and jackhammered his cock into her.
He saw her cheeks flush even redder. It may have been a new experience for her but she was a quick learner. She bucked her hips in perfect synchrony to his driving thrusts, creating a burning friction along his cock that made his eyes roll back in his head.
"Fuck," he sputtered in desperation when he felt Hope start to convulse around his pummeling cock yet again. His eyes sprang open in disbelief but the evidence of her immense cache of sensuality was writ large on her strained, beautiful face.
Ryan wondered briefly what would be most painful: plunging a knife into his own flesh or jerking his cock out of Hope's clamping vagina at that moment. He roared as he erupted in a scalding climax. His consciousness was temporarily engulfed by the fiery blasts of pleasure that wracked his mind and body.
But when he gained a measure of awareness he realized that he held Hope's smooth, firm hips with both hands, his fingers digging demandingly into the soft flesh as he continued to shoot his seed on her lower back and in the crevice of her ass.
When she suddenly started and tried to stand, he held her tightly, consumed by the most powerful orgasm he'd ever experienced.
"Don't. . .don't move, honey," he grated out as he shuddered violently. He pressed his spasming cock more tightly to her satiny, warm flesh. He gasped for air as a measure of sanity sluggishly wormed its way into overwhelming pleasure. He was touching Hope with both hands.