The pain I expected didn't come. He slid into me like a soundless oar gliding into the water, leaving only a ripple of sensation that actually felt … comfortable.
I draped my arms over his shoulders, pulling him lower towards me. I liked the closeness of him, and I didn't want anything else between us. The rhythm of his body rising and falling above me was soothing, reassuring, and the flex of his muscles reminded me again of that glimpse I caught, his graceful figure gilded in the golden afternoon sun.
Only a week had passed since then, yet so much had changed.
His hand was still tracing over my body, caressing every inch of me with his touch, relentlessly eliciting my pants and gasps. Flutters stirred in me, and I suddenly wondered what he felt like, so I followed his lead, running my fingers slowly down his spine. His broad frame and lean sinews pulsed under my palm, and his skin was surprisingly smooth, radiating heat.
