thought about it harder, except his tongue made contact with her clitoris, erasing all comprehension. With each lick, stroke, and suckle, Ginny moved further away from her worries and closer to her climax. Her last coherent memory was running her hand through his soft hair, thinking how perfectly clever his mouth was. Then all was lost to her orgasm.
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Her reaction surprised him more than he could describe. She shook with the passion, moaning incoherently. He thought he'd heard his name uttered, but didn't care either way. He had a beautiful woman acting like putty in his hands.
Lifting his head, he saw her eyes closed and her breathing raspy. Her one hand lay on her chest, right above her breast. She looked boneless and satiated. Still, there was so much more to do. Did she even realize that they were far from complete?
“I can see that you enjoyed that, my dearest.”
At his words, she opened her eyes and smiled. “You've a clever mouth, Grant. Truly gifted, I would say.”
Chuckling, he planted himself between her legs, holding himself up on his elbows. “I am happy to hear it. Shall I show you what else I can do?”
Her eyes widened at that and she simply nodded. Bending down, he took her breast in his mouth once again, while slowly pushing his erection inside her opening. He almost pulled away when he felt her hand come down between them and grab him. She stroked him lightly, moving him around the wetness that she'd produced during her orgasm.
Now it was his turn to pant. The short nails on her fingers grazed over his heated skin, sending the strangest sensations into his groin. For a virgin, she was surprisingly skilled and made Grant wonder if she hadn't already been compromised without her father's knowledge. He wouldn't blame her, seeking out some comfort in a life filled with misery. If anything, it would make his job so much easier.
Slowly he entered her, pushing in an inch, then withdrawing, giving her body time to acclimate itself. It was a sweet torture, her walls constricting on him, milking him. Finally, he reached her maidenhead, proving her assertion to purity. He kissed her deeply and plunged past the barrier.
Immediately she stiffened and he held her underneath him to keep her still. Her reaction would be to pull away and he couldn't have that. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he tried to keep his orgasm at bay. She needed a few moments to get used to it, then he could continue. God, he needed to continue, needed to find his satisfaction. Not that he was without options, but something deep inside him begged to spill his seed inside this girl.
When she loosened a bit, he began to move. In and out, a familiar rhythm. Watching her face, he saw that the friction was awakening her again. Her face no longer showed the pain of his invasion, but joy that could be found between two people. Shifting from side to side, he saw she enjoyed the change. Quite unexpectedly, Alysanne threw her head back and moaned. Inside, he experienced her orgasm against the most sensitive part of his anatomy. It forced him to push in one last time and let go of himself. Like never before he came, an orgasm lasting for several minutes.
When he finally depleted himself, he opened his eyes to see her staring at him. A small, shy smile was painted on her lips. Reaching up, he ran his fingers along that smile, smug pride rampant across his own face.
“There now, was that so bad?” he asked jokingly.
“As I have nothing to compare it to, I can't really say,” was her rejoinder.
Laughing, Grant pulled himself off her and laid down next to her. Alysanne turned to cuddle into his side, warm and sweaty from their coupling. His hand lazily drew circles against her back as he stared up at the canopy.
What now? he thought as they laid together on the bed. Depending on the woman, Grant would usually wait until he was ready again. Taking a virgin a