"It'll hurt a little," I said softly, kissing her eyelid.
"I know, but do it anyway."
I replaced her hand with my own and then gently put the head against the moist wetness of her velvet lips. She gasped a little just at that contact, her body twitching. I slid up and down through her slit, wetting the head and feeling the warmth of her. I slid the shaft through her groove, wetting it. Thanks to my tongue and her fevered excitement, she was quite saturated with wetness. Gently, ever so gently, I put the head against her opening.
"Yes," she moaned, pulling at my ass with her hands. "Oh yes."
I pushed forward slowly, feeling her tight lips spread apart, accepting the head and a small amount of the shaft before fetching up against her hymen. She jumped a little as I touched it. I paused for a second.
"C'mon!" she cried, nipping at my neck with her teeth, her hands pulling on my ass, her body trembling all over with excitement and fear, "do it Bill, do it!"
I pushed forward, firmly but slowly. At first I didn't think it was going to work. I felt my dick trying to bend, felt the first warning pangs of pain moving upward as receptors in my nether regions tried to warn me that I was about to break something. But finally I broke through with absurd ease.
There was no noise, no ripping sound, no flurry of trumpets, only a sensation of something giving way. Nina let out a soft cry of pain, wincing, and suddenly, instead of only having the head in, I was inside of her well past half-shaft. I could feel her tightness around me, gripping me. I stopped, not wanting to hurt her anymore.
"Are you okay?" I asked her.
She was panting, her face flushed and sweaty. She nodded rapidly. "It wasn't that bad," she said. "Just a little burning. It's gone now."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," she nodded, kissing me. "You're inside of me now Bill, you're fucking me. You're finally fucking me after all this time."
"Yeah," I said, feeling her tight walls gripping at me again.
"So finish the job," she said, pulling at my ass once more. "I want to feel you come in me. I want to feel it."
I began to move in her, slowly at first as I concentrated on just getting myself all the way in. It took quite a few strokes before her tight, virginal hole adjusted to having something inside of it. I stroked in and out, pushing further with each thrust until her wetness coated me, easing the passage and at last I was able to push forward until our pubic hairs met.
"That feels sooo good," Nina sighed, pulling me against her. "Faster now."
I let my hips rise and fall, pistoning my cock in and out of her, sliding along on the lubrication of her juices, feeling her grip at me, feeling her hips begin to rise slowly to meet each of my thrusts. We kissed each other as we moved, switching from mouths to necks to ears. I dipped down and took one of her nipples between my lips for an instant.
"Yess!" she cried, "this feels so good. Keep fucking me."
"Yeah!" I agreed, picking up the pace, hearing the wet squish of our union, smelling the thick odor of our combined juices rising into the air around us. Her legs wrapped around my butt, her calves sliding up and down. Her fingernails scratched and dug at my back. Sweat formed on my face and dripped down on to hers. It formed on our bodies, giving a sensual film of slipperiness between us.
Never had an act of sexuality seemed so perfect, so right to me. This was more than just physical pleasure, much more. This was an emotional giving, a sharing of mind and soul. It was as if we were two halves that had wandered aimlessly all of our lives, not realizing we weren't complete until we'd found each other and joined. There was a rightness to this act that I'd never felt before, a feeling that transcended anything else, that made even the best sex I'd ever had seem like nothing more than a quick jerk-off in a bathroom, a quick release of a biological build-up. I felt every inch of her body against mine, every nerve ending aware and I felt her soul, her essence against mine. It was at that moment, in that hotel room, not at our wedding ceremony nearly ten months later, that Nina and I became man and wife. We wedded each other in spirit, in mind, if not in legality, as I thrust within her and she thrust back at me, as I filled her body and she accepted me.
Like during the terrifying moments after I'd asked her to marry me but before she'd answered, time seemed to slow, to stop. I didn't have any idea how long our act of love continued, how long I slid in and out of her tightness, how long we sweated and groaned, joined at the crotch. At one point she moaned and bucked uncontrollably beneath me, her legs tightening, her fingers scratching, her voice becoming the high-pitched whine I was starting to be familiar with. I continued to buck against her until her orgasm passed, her body relaxed and then I felt my own impending release coming on strong.
"Nina…" I groaned against her sweaty neck, her damp hair.
"Yesss!" she encouraged, thrusting back harder against me. She already knew the signs to look for. "Come for me Bill, come IN me."
It hit me like a freight train, starting in my pubic area and exploding outward like seismic waves from an epicenter. Pure pleasure assaulted me, had its way with me. My hips began to pound more forcefully, with less control. My mouth opened, my head arched backward. And suddenly I was pouring myself into her, feeling spurt after spurt of my hot seed blasting from my body and into hers. It went on and on, much longer than what I considered to be normal. But at last I dropped atop her, spent, exhausted, feeling the cooling wetness our juices, feeling the sharp cold of excited sweat beginning to dry on my flesh.
We kissed softly, just touching tongues, playful kisses. We held each other tightly, my softening cock still nestled in her warmth. Nina looked at me.
"I never knew it could be like that," she said.
"Me either," I answered. "Me either."
I would have expected her to express disbelief with this statement since she knew of my past history. I suppose it sounds phony as hell, what someone would say in the moment after bagging a virgin but before he slipped out the door, never to be seen again. But it wasn't phony. It was the truth and I meant it with all my heart. Nina didn't question it. She knew I spoke the truth, she knew it. She simply pulled me tight to her and kissed me.
"I love you so much Bill," she said, tears from her eyes wetting my face.
"I know Nina," I said, tears of happiness coming from my own eyes. "And I love you."
And so it was Ron who became the first of our Spokane friends or relatives to find out officially that Nina and I were engaged. She proudly displayed the engagement ring for him as we climbed into the plane for the return trip. He offered congratulations to us both, giving us warm friendly hugs. I was glad that we'd had time to utilize the large Jacuzzi in the hotel room before we left in order to wash the smell of our act of love from our bodies (of course the Jacuzzi itself led to another act of love that was shorter in duration but no less passionate). Though Ron probably suspected what we'd done, after all, he had to know it didn't take three and a half hours to simply eat dinner and propose, I didn't want him to confirm any theories he had by catching a whiff of us in the cramped space of the plane.
It was just after ten-thirty when we lifted off, heading east for Spokane. Nina sat in the back and fell quickly asleep, her soft snores reaching my ears even before we leveled off. Ron and I sat in silence, him monitoring his gauges and instruments, me looking out the side window, seeing the lights of Seattle slipping behind us. We would touch down a little after midnight, be home a little before one. I didn't think that our houses would be darkened when we got there. In fact, I imagined that both the Blackmores and the Stevens were anxiously awaiting the official word on the night's activity.
I was lost in my own thoughts as we flew, thinking of all the things that I'd done since my return from 1999. Had I made the most of my gift? Maybe, maybe not. Had I abused my gift? Definitely, but that was human nature I supposed. Had I chosen my gift wisely when it was offered to me?