Lust and Lies 04 - Pretty Maids in a Row

kisses on her mouth and neck. Holly had planned to savor her last virginal minutes, to memorize each wonderful sensation, but his actions suddenly became hurried, almost desperate, and she was so swept up in his passion that she didn't dwell on her innocence.
    When he pushed her thighs apart and the tip of his shaft nudged at her opening, she instinctively bent her knees up along his hips. She could not prevent her soft gasp or the tension that invaded her muscles, but her own lubrication made his progression velvety smooth—until he struck her natural barrier.
    He stopped. Rigidly holding himself on his elbows above her, Holly absorbed the fact that he was struggling for control. He hadn't known she was a virgin!
    She could feel him pulling out and clenched her unpracticed vaginal muscles. It was not the game that kept her silent now. She did not want to have to say this aloud. Her hands ran down his back and grasped his buttocks, holding him in place. She pressed wet kisses on the shoulder above her face and arched her back in an effort to make him continue despite his discovery.
    A moment later he pushed forward, breaking through her membrane in one determined thrust. Holly relaxed as soon as she realized the pain was slight and quickly diminishing. The novelty of having him inside her was worth the temporary discomfort. But he didn't seem to notice her tension or subsequent acceptance. Plunging to her depths was all he had on his mind. A few jerky movements and he collapsed on top of her with a muffled groan.
    That was it? All the love songs and whispers in the girls' room were about that? Holly's body was achingly unsatisfied. She knew there had to be more to this business of making love. Perhaps she needed more experience to reach the mysterious climax as fast as she was supposed to. Or perhaps—Jerry lifted himself up on his elbows and took a deep breath. He was still engorged and throbbing inside her and she didn't know if she wanted him to go or stay. Taking her finger in his hand he used it to draw a cross over his heart. He was promising something.
    "What—" Quickly his hand covered her mouth. He still wanted to play the quiet game.
    He had her make another cross then stroked her sensitized flesh. He was promising it would get better.
    And it did. Before he began again, he repositioned himself so that he was on his knees with her legs wrapped around his waist and his fingers performed the climactic service she required. A soft cry escaped her throat as her whole body shuddered its relief.
    She heard his muffled chuckle of masculine triumph and thought it was over. But his hands and body began to stroke her inside and out and waves of pleasure lapped at her again. This time, she knew what her body strived for and had no trouble grasping the orgasm when it approached.
    A short while later, when he wordlessly showed her how to use her hands and mouth to make him ready for her again, she was anxious to learn everything he had to teach her.
    This was what it should be like, this closeness, this shared passion was worth any sacrifice she had to make to be with Jerry forever, from this moment on.
    Holly couldn't actually remember falling asleep but her internal alarm told her it was morning. God, she was sore, but at the same time, she felt marvelous. She was certain no other woman had ever had such a unique introduction to sex. They would probably still smile about it on their fiftieth wedding anniversary. That thought made her want to make love to him all over again.
    Stretching luxuriously, she felt Jerry stir beside her. As she did first thing every morning, she reached for her glasses and switched on the lamp.
    Holly turned back to wake her future husband with a kiss, and froze.
    The dark-haired man lying naked in her bed was a complete stranger.

Chapter 5

    "Excuse me. Miss? You'll have to stow your briefcase under the seat for landing."
    Holly blinked at the flight attendant hovering over her and the world came back into focus. Her insides were quivering and her upper lip was damp with perspiration. She should never have allowed herself to fall asleep.
    When she had first gone home from Dominion, she constantly escaped into sleep. For a while it worked to keep her from thinking. Then the nightmare had come and she stopped sleeping altogether.
    It had been several years since the dream had last haunted her, but she should have known that recalling the details might bring it back. It always started the