Free O'Hara Wedding by Bianca D'Arc Page B

pinching a little, making her gasp.
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    “Don’t be frightened, Janie. I’ll take care of you.” He pulled her close for a reassuring hug as he whispered in her ear. “I won’t hurt you. I would never hurt you.”
    “But, um, you’re so… Will you fit?”
    He tried hard not to laugh, turning her and placing her back to his front. He nestled his arousal in the crevice of her bottom, revealed by the thin line of the fabric. How he loved that thong underwear. He rubbed into her softness, groaning, stroking her breasts with his hands from behind. He’d spent a lot of time learning how she liked to be touched, and he put that knowledge to good use arousing her slowly, as she became accustomed to the feel of him.
    “We’ll fit perfectly, honey. Don’t worry. I’ll go slow, and if it hurts, I’ll make it better. I promise. All you have to do is trust me and tell me what feels good, okay?”
    She moaned her agreement, already squirming in the way that told him she was eager for more. One of his hands trailed down from her breast to the apex of her
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    thighs, cupping her as she gasped. He hadn’t touched her there often, but she knew enough to know he could bring her pleasure with his hands.
    “Open for me, baby,” he whispered, biting down on her earlobe. With great care, he moved so she was lying on her back, one of his hands on her breast, one cupping between her thighs. He met her wide, excited eyes as he pressed his hips to the side of her soft thigh, letting her feel once more how aroused he was.
    “Spread your legs, now.” His hand sank deeper into her heat. Looking down, he realized the thong had been put on over the garter and he wasted little time sliding it down, baring her between the white stockings and garter.
    He settled between her knees with a mischievous smile. Her feminine scent made his mouth water as he knelt, pressing her legs farther apart until he could see the rosy glow of her inner lips.
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    “Caleb?” She sounded unsure and he stilled her trembling with long strokes along the insides of her thighs.
    “Don’t worry, honey. I just want to taste you. To kiss you. I promise you’ll enjoy it.” He bent to lick her, satisfied when she cried out at the sudden contact.
    Bending lower, he tongued her, reveling in the sweet, fresh taste of her. He didn’t relish the idea of having to hurt her, but he did like the idea that he was the first to ever claim her body.
    “Caleb!” She cried out and he knew she was on the edge. He redoubled his efforts, stroking rhythmically, reaching up to squeeze her breasts as she came around him with a keening cry. He smiled against her and rode her through the storm. It would be the first of many that night.
    He couldn’t wait another minute to be inside her.
    When she started quivering in anticipation against his lips once more, he moved back to watch her, spreading her wide with his fingers, memorizing the slick folds that
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    would welcome him. He rubbed his thumb in a circular motion, feeling her tremble. Gently, he inserted one large finger, watching her take him, listening to her breath catch. Slowly, he rubbed, crooking his finger slightly, watching it slide inside. When he thought she was ready, he added a second digit, stretching her. She whimpered at first, but soon got into the rhythm of his caress, learning to move with his shallow thrusts.
    “You’re so beautiful, Jane. I’m never going to get enough of you.”
    She moaned, meeting his eyes shyly. “Anything you want, Caleb. Anything.”
    His heartbeat accelerated and he replaced his hands with his hips, touching his tip to her eager opening as he stared down into her eyes. “I’ll take everything you have to give, my love, and return it all tenfold.”

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    She lifted into his kiss and felt the nudge of his thick staff between her legs. She knew it would probably hurt the first time, but Caleb would make it all right. He’d be careful with her and wouldn’t