The Ashtons - Cole, Abigail & Megan

crawling into that bed on all fours would be for me? My bare bottom—”
    “Don’t go there, honey.” Groaning, he closed his eyes and she watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he swallowed hard. “The problem is, I can imagine it, and it’s about to send me into orbit.” He turned off the light. “Now, will you get into bed?”
    “Yes,” she said, scrambling up onto the wide mattress.
    The interior of the trailer was dark, but not so much that she couldn’t see his shadowy figure as he bent to pick up his jeans and remove something from the pocket. Her heart raced and she lay perfectly still when he climbed into bed and reached for her. His hair-roughened flesh made her skin tingle and her insides feel as if they’d been turned to warm butter.
    “Are you all right?” he asked, kissing her forehead. “Are you still sure you want me to make love to you?”
    She knew he was giving her one last opportunity to call a halt to things, in case her nerves had gotten the best of her and she’d changed her mind. His consideration touched her deeply.
    “Russ, the only thing I’m certain of is if you don’t make love to me, I’ll never forgive you,” she whispered.
    Thanking the good Lord above that she hadn’t had a change of heart, Russ cupped her breast with his hand and lowered his head to take her hardened nipple into his mouth. The taste of her was like ambrosia to him, and he didn’t think he could ever get enough of her sweetness.
    As he circled the tight peak with his tongue, he slid his hand along her side to the flare of her hip, then down to her knees. Her soft, smooth skin was like satin, andas he brought his calloused palm up along the inside of her thigh, she trembled against him.
    “Russ?”
    He lifted his head from her breast to kiss his way up to her lips, and at the same time, he touched her damp auburn curls. She went perfectly still.
    “It’s okay, honey. I’m only going to bring you pleasure and make sure you’re ready for me.”
    Lowering his mouth to cover hers, he kissed her deeply as he parted her feminine folds and gently stroked the tiny sensitive nub hidden there. Her nails dug into his shoulders as her passion rose and her lower body moved in time with his hand.
    “Does that feel good, Abby?”
    “Y-yes.”
    “Do you want me to do more?” he asked, continuing to coax her body into readiness.
    “P-please, do…something,” she gasped. “You’re making me crazy.”
    Whispering close to her ear, he let his breath tease her when he asked, “Do you want me inside of you?”
    She shivered against him. “Yes! Please…I need—”
    “Just a minute,” he said, reaching for the foil packet he’d placed beneath his pillow.
    Quickly arranging their protection, he nudged her knees apart with his leg, then positioned himself over her. As he gazed down at her passion-flushed face, hedidn’t think he’d ever seen a more beautiful sight. His chest swelled with an emotion he didn’t dare put a name to as he guided himself to her, then slowly, carefully, eased his body forward and into her moist heat. He watched her eyes widen as he continued to move forward. He could tell from the tightness surrounding him that she was tensing in anticipation of the discomfort they both knew was unavoidable.
    His body trembled from the need to thrust into her, to completely make her his. But he fought to maintain what little control he had left.
    “I feel so…full,” she said softly.
    He gave her what he hoped was an encouraging smile. “Just a little more and you’ll have all of me.”
    When he felt her become less tense, he once again eased forward until he met the barrier of her virginity. Taking a deep breath, he gathered her to him and lowered his head to hers.
    “I’m sorry, Abby,” he whispered, covering her mouth with his at the same time he pushed past the thin veil and sank himself completely within her tight heat.
    Her startled gasp vibrated against his lips and he hated himself for the pain he’d caused her. But even as he cursed himself, every male instinct he possessed urged him to complete the act of loving her. Clenching his teeth, he forced himself to remain perfectly still and concentrate on the needs of the woman in his arms.
    “Take a deep breath and try to relax,” he said, brushing her damp hair from her cheek.
    The blood pumping through his veins caused his ears to roar, and Russ wasn’t sure how much more he could take. With her body holding his