Carnal Vengeance by Marilyn Campbell Page B

flat stomach. She moved her hand lower and lower still.
    Through the thickness of material and zipper she found the part of him that she would soon welcome into her body. She straightened and shaped him beneath his slacks, and felt his sex grow in length and breadth. She firmly shut out the knowledge that this would be an instrument of pain before the pleasure.
    After a moment he moved her hand away, gave it a reassuring squeeze and got up off the bed. The rasping sound of a zipper being lowered echoed through the room, formally sealing her fate. Other sounds inspired her imagination. In her mind Holly saw him removing his shirt, slipping off his shoes, and discarding his trousers and underwear. She supposed she should do the same but couldn't bring herself to be so nonchalant about it.
    Jerry's hand brushed her arm then, grasping her elbow, he helped her rise. She felt the heat radiating from his body as he brought her close for another passionate kiss. His male scent would have warned her of his fierce arousal even if his erection had not been pressed against her stomach.
    He proved quite adept at undressing her in spite of the lack of light and in no time he was lowering her nude body onto the bed. His hands kneaded her generous curves as his mouth loved one breast then the other. The pounding heartbeat in her lower body grew stronger and she felt the dampness of desire accumulate.
    She almost felt relieved when he moved his heavier weight onto her, pressing her into the mattress. His breath was coming in short, erratic puffs in between urgent 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