into his eyes. A single tear slid down her face and he rubbed it away with his thumb.
“ You are enough of a reason. If we never make love, and I never lay eyes upon your flesh, I would still have reason enough to move mountains for you. Your worth is more than the pleasure your body will bring me.”
“Perhaps it’s not just about you.”
He was taken aback by this, “How so?”
“Maybe I need a reason to believe that all will be well and my love will return to me, whisking me away on some grand adventure with only each other to cling to.”
Dallin smiled, dipping his head to kiss her tenderly on the forehead.
“Sweet lady, if I do nothing more on this earth, I will spend eternity making sure that you know how I feel about you.”
He scooped her up, cradled her against his chest and walked to the bed. She nuzzled his neck and held on tight. Setting her on her feet by the bed, he stood beside her and kissed her softly.
“Are you certain?” he asked once more.
“I’ve never been more certain about anything in my life.”
Dallin didn’t need to be told thrice.
With shaking hands, he slowly undid the lace that spanned the front of her gown. When he fumbled, she helped him, loosening her skirts until they fell away and she was able to step out of the heavy frock. He carefully lay the gown on his dresser and turned to her.
The soft glow of candlelight played across her body and the thin fabric of her undergarments that remained.
Dallin removed his own clothes, revealing his swollen manhood to her in the dim light of the single candle that lit the room. He was intent, wanting nothing more than to fully disrobe her so he could gaze upon her naked flesh, but Esther stopped him.
“They are split, you need not remove them to gain access.”
She spread her legs slightly, revealing her sex to him. He sucked in a breath and forced himself to look up at her eyes, though his eyes wanted to linger. Her lips were parted, her breathing rapid and shallow.
He moved to lay beside her, pulling her into his arms and kissing her wildly. Leg pushing against hers, she parted her knees, and his bare leg moved against her heat. She was very wet, and Dallin groaned beside her in response.
They lay on their sides, her breasts pressed against him, their legs intertwined. Dallin ran his hands over her body, watching with fascination as the flesh beneath his touch raised with goosebumps.
Dallin searched her eyes, looking for any signs of fear or regret. All he saw was the fire within her, but he was hesitant none-the-less.
“Dallin, I’m ready. Please, I can’t hold out much longer.” she tried to hold his gaze and to smile at him, but her eyes fell closed as she moved herself against his thigh.
She was thoroughly aroused and ready for him. Her hand ran over his stomach between them, trailing downward until she found his shaft and wrapped her slender fingers around him. His manhood jumped in her hand and Esther gripped him tighter. The feel of her hand wrapped so tightly around him drove him mad with pleasure. He needed to be inside her.
She rolled onto her back and pulled him down on top of her, spreading her legs and moving her hips against him. She bit her lip, eyes closed, writhing beneath him with abandon.
Dallin placed his hands on either side of her head, putting his weight on his forearms and leaning down to kiss her. His lips found her tender throat and he bit her playfully.
Slowly, carefully, he pushed against her barrier, holding himself back and letting her thrusts guide him. She groaned, tiny whispers begging him to stop the torture, to take her now.
Back arched, she pushed hard against him, burying him to the hilt within her hot folds and gasping softly when the barrier broke and gave way. The pain soon gave way to pleasure and the heat began to rise in her. He rode her, matching her rhythm and her force, following her over the edge of passion