CHAPTER 24
“I know that is not quite everything,” Hetty added looking down to his breeches where there was a small damp spot forming.
Miles groaned, “No dearest, not quite.” He pulled his drawers off. Jutting out from his nest of black curls, his cock stood proudly. Glistening on the top from precum.
“This isn’t going to work. You are too big!”
Miles smiled, “While every man wants to believe that he is the biggest and the best. I am certain that I am not out of the normal realm.”
Hetty eyed him askance, “It isn’t possible, is it?”
“Hetty, if you do not wish to continue, I will stop. But I pray that you will at least try.”
He really might die, if she wanted him to stop now.
“May I,” Hetty ducked her chin.
“What? Don’t be shy with me, Hetty. You can say anything to me, especially when we are intimate together.”
“May I touch it?”
Miles nodded, “Here, let me show you.”
The moment her fingers grasped him a hiss escaped. Hetty looked up into his face with wonder. She had no idea he would enjoy her touch this much. Feeling emboldened she wrapped her hand around his girth and stroked him.
“Aww,” whatever else he might have wanted to say was lost in garbled mutterings.
Hetty liked the power she had over him. His body was so very different from hers. His large muscled shoulders, seemed to block out the light from the lamp. He had a fine dusting of dark hair on his chest that lead down to a narrow path on his abdomen.
She loved looking at him and knew that at some point she wanted to kiss every inch of available skin.
Miles stopped her hand abruptly, “I am afraid if you continue on, I will spend in your hand.”
“Oh,” Hetty looked up at him in question.
He smiled down at her, “Much like you did when I was touching you. The only difference is that if I cum, I will not be able to for a bit of time. I would rather, for this first time, to be inside of you.”
Hetty flushed bright red, but went on bravely, “I think I am ready.”
Miles took her face in his large hands, “I want you to promise me that if it is too much you will tell me to stop.”
Hetty nodded slowly, “I promise.”
Miles crushed her lips once more. Diving in with his tongue much like he wanted to do with his cock. He began to stroke her soaking core. Hetty responded immediately, lifting her hips to meet his fingers.
Her nipples tightened from the friction against his chest, and she couldn’t tell if the deep moaning was coming from her or from him.
Suddenly he pulled up on one elbow. He took his cock into his hands and stoked her with it. Teasing her clit, and driving her wild.
“Miles,” she panted, “Please!”
He placed himself at her entrance, and then slowly started to thrust inside.
“You are so tight, bloody hell,” Miles tone was guttural, “I have never experienced the like.”
Hetty felt the pressure of his entrance and a slight burning, but it was not horrible as she had worried it might be.
Miles began playing with her nipples, sucking them into his mouth and alternating licking the tips before blowing warm air against them.
Hetty forgot herself and thrust her hips forward. Suddenly her maidenhead was breached. The both were frozen in time. Miles on the point of ecstasy and Hetty uncertain if she had been torn in two.
“Are you alright,” Miles asked after a moment.
Hetty almost didn’t recognize his voice. He sounded tortured. A wave of love enveloped her. Even in this moment, on the cusp of delirium, his thoughts were for her.
“I love you, Miles!” she said passionately, “Make love to me, finish this.”
Miles groaned against her neck. He had to move, his cock was near exploding. Easing out of her, he thrust again. Hetty tensed at first, but he captured her mouth with fervent kiss that scattered her thoughts.
Suddenly she felt that tightening again, the storm raging within her was building. Miles recognizing the signs slid a hand to where they were joined and caressed her once again.
Her orgasm rolled over her, much deeper than the one he had given her with his fingers. She cried out his name and it was the catalyst that sent him flying with her.
Her tight body squeezing every drop of essence out of him.
He gently pulled out of her, and noting the blood of his cock and her thighs arose to find a towel.
Hetty knew from the Bluebells that some women bled on their first time. But she hadn’t realized that it would be Miles who would lovingly clean the blood from her body.
She was exhausted from the long day and their passionate love making. So, as soon as he returned to the bed she snuggled up beside him.
“Was it too terrible?” he asked softly, almost afraid of the answer.
He felt her smile against his neck, “Although you are monstrously large…”
He laughed, “Thank you for that.”
“Don’t interrupt,” she grinned, “I find that we do indeed fit well together after all.”
Miles couldn’t help the smile that broke across his handsome face, “Indeed, my love, we certainly do.