The Telltale Heart (6 page)

She saw he wore the vest and nothing else when he pushed the covers back so she could slide in beside him in the huge bed. She stifled a nervous giggle. “I feel sure I shall need the vest tonight,” he said with a smile. “You already have my heart pounding.”

She placed her hand over his heart. It was beating so hard she could feel it. “I do that to you?”

“There is another part of my body you affect as well,” he said in a husky growl.

He pushed the quilts further down and she gasped. His organ was fully erect and to her, seemed huge. She slid in beside him and he enveloped her in his embrace. “I love you so dearly,” he whispered.

“I'm a little frightened. Is it always that big?”

“Only when I'm with you.” He kissed her tenderly, the kiss growing in intensity until she could barely breathe. His pushed her gown up and slipped it over her head.

“We don't need this anymore. I would see all of you, my dear.”

It had been so long since Drex had actually had a woman in the normal way men and women make love. He pulled her close and pressed his face into her hair. It smelled of flowers. He pulled her even closer. Her soft breasts flattened against the vest and he wished he could feel them on his skin, but no matter. This moment would be burned into his heart and mind forever.

He put one hand on her hip and let it glide up, caressing her ribs, the fullness of her breasts, her neck, her cheek. He took a deep shuddering breath. She was a virgin. It would be so hard to go slow. He wanted to enter her right now and feel her heat enveloping his hard cock.

He turned her head so she faced him. She resisted for a moment, stiff with fear. “Don't be afraid, my love. I will be as gentle as a man can be.”

With a strange cry, half growl, half moan, she met his lips, her mouth open, her tongue on his. He took her head in both hands and kissed her hard, his heart pounding in his ears. The vest shocked him and he ignored it.
Good vest. Do your job.

He pressed his entire body against her and she pressed back. He was so hard it actually hurt. He stopped thinking. He just needed her, needed to be inside of her. Nothing else mattered. Nothing else was real, just this moment with the woman he loved more than life itself.

Her hands were hesitant as she stroked his side, his back and then slowly moved down to stroke his buttocks. His breathing was ragged. The vest shocked him again. If it wasn't for the vest, he'd have been dead at the outset. When she wrapped her hand around his cock and squeezed, he felt it all the way through his abdomen.

He put his arms under her bottom and lifted her. She gave a small cry of protest. He ignored it, the sound of his lust a banging throb in his head. Her protest died as she opened to him like a flower. He leaned back to look at her for a moment. The sight of her spread beneath him, her pink opening beckoning was almost too much, but he forced himself to consider her virginity. He couldn't just thrust into her like an animal.

He touched her softly, almost apologetically, then began stroking her harder, his fingers sliding in and out of her heat. She was wet and moaning with want. He looked into her eyes and saw the hunger in them.

He brought his knees forward, spreading her legs, then lowered himself so his cock touched the edge of her opening. He wanted to fuck her so badly it clouded every other thought in his mind. With a mumbled apology, he thrust, felt a slight barrier give way. She cried out once then tightened her legs around his waist. He was inside of her and it was the best feeling he'd ever had in his life. He was like a drowning man gulping down life-saving air, mouthful after mouthful. He was whole again. He was a man again. And it was Cam who had given him this wonderful gift.

Cam felt the momentary pain of his entry. It was nothing compared to the overwhelming joy of having him inside her. They were complete, as one, and she had given this gift to him. She wrapped her legs around him. Crossing her ankles behind his back, she pulled his face close and kissed him. She knew he was doing his best to be gentle, but she wanted him to experience everything, the passion, the renewed strength in his body. She reached between their bodies and touched the shaft of his organ right where it met her and he groaned. “Can't control it anymore.”

“Don't, my darling, do with me as you will.”

He took her bottom in his hands and brought her hard against his body while he moved deeply inside of her again and again. She closed her eyes, lost in sensations she'd never experienced. She saw swirling colors, violet, pink and green. She wound her fingers through his hair, touched his face and tightened her legs, shuddered with the force of the sensations coursing through her body.

When insanely strong spasms raced through her sex, she moaned and screamed his name. It was like a miraculous bursting open. Drex stiffened and warmth flooded inside her. He stopped moving, his entire body still, then he slowly, carefully, let go of her bottom, rolled to the side and took her with him. They lay together like that for several moments, breathing hard.

He touched her hair. “I love you so much,” he whispered.

“I know,” she said in a voice thick with love. “I could tell by the beating of your heart and the amount of shocks the vest gave you.”

He drew her into a tight embrace. “I guess I have a tell-tale heart.”

Melanie Thompson

I always loved reading, so it seemed natural to write. I became a reporter, where I learned a lot about people, to be a better writer, and to edit my own material. I attended writers' conferences where I honed my novel writing skills.

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