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sweetness.
    Finally he let her turn around and come to him, and he cradled her in his arms, their breath still tight and shallow in their chests, both of them so excited it was hard to breathe. The feel of him, still achingly hard against her thigh, made her crazy with lust. He moaned when she groped for and found him, squeezing the length of him in her fist, pulling, guiding him.
    “I have to feel you,” she whispered. “Please, please. I have to feel you inside of me.”
    He pushed h er to her back, his mouth covering h ers, slanting sideways as they kissed, and she parted her legs for him in an instant. She felt him hesitate, even though she had her hand between them, aiming him , rocking her hips up, urging him onward.
    “Emily, are you a virgin?” he asked, brushing her hair out of her face.
    She shook her head, flushing at the admission. “No. One boy. One time.”
    He nodded, kissing her forehead, her cheek, then whispering in her ear, “I’ve never…”
    “I know,” she whispered back, clutching his hips between her knees. “It’s okay.”
    He shifted forward and she felt his glorious length sliding into her for the first time, both of them moaning and shuddering at the sensation. When he was fully inside her, their eyes met, and she thought she’d never seen anything more beautiful in her life as the expression of wonder on his face.
    “Nice?” she asked, using her muscles to gently squeeze him, making his eyes widen and his cock jump.
    “Nice?” he echoed, breathless. He shook his head, burying his face against her neck. “It’s bliss. Beyond words. Oh Emily, you feel so good…”
    She wrapped her arms around him as he began to move inside of her, each thrust bringing a cry from his throat that was caught halfway between pain and pleasure, hell and heaven. Her knees fell open and she took more of him, deeper, harder, his hips driving against hers, the sound of their flesh coming together filling the little chapel.
    “Oh yes,” she whispered, rocking her pelvis up, feeling him so far inside of her it almost hurt, and still she wanted more of him. “Do it hard! Oh please! Fill me up!”
    He groaned at her words, plunging deep, his cries rising to a fever pitch, thrusting furiously, as if he was being chased by demons, or perhaps trying to drive them out. She clung, wrapping arms and legs about him, every sweet moment bringing her even closer to bliss, not sure if she would quite make it there before him, and not really caring. Every fiber of her being was open to him, receiving him, being completely and utterly filled, and she’d never felt more whole or complete.
    “Emily!” he cried, giving one last painfully hard thrust. “Ohhhhh God! Emily! God! Emily! GodEmilyGodEmily!”
    Her name and their Lord’s melted in his mouth as he climaxed, and she cried out and met him, the soft pull of her orgasm making him writhe and hiss on top of her as if he was being burned. The intensity of the sensation took them both by surprise, and they clutched at each other in the dimness, clinging for their lives, as if their souls might hang in the balance between their quivering bodies.
    “See what you’ve been missing all these years?” she teased, softly kissing his temple.
    He rolled to his back, taking her with him, gathering the covers to pull over their perspiring bodies. She snuggled up close , so sated she thought if she died at that very moment, there would be nothing, nothing in her entire life she would regret.
    “The world is so beautiful.” He whispered his words against the top of her head. “You remind me how much I love the world, and everything in it.”
    “Even the sad things?” she mused, her fingers playing over the hair on his chest. “Like little Samantha losing her mother? Or your father not talking to you?”
    “Pain just reminds us how sweet love really is.” His arms tightened around her. “I think heaven in right here, Angel. Right here on Earth. In your arms. And I