Why Did I Wait So Long?
Rating: NC-17

Guinastasia

She pulled away from the kiss, looking up into his eyes. "Um, Face?"

"Yes, what is it?" He kissed her nose.

Erinn bit her lip. "I well, I'm not sure how to say it, but well, see ... I've never — I mean I haven't ... see, I'm ..."

"Is this your first time?" he asked gently. She blushed, and then offered a sheepish smile.

"Well, yes."

"Do you want to stop?" Face said, looking deep into her sparkling turquoise eyes, aching with want. His body was on fire, so strong was his need for this. Yet, he could never force her to do anything against her will.

"OH no!" Erinn cried, then laughed. "It's just that — please, just be gentle?"

Face smiled as he grabbed her hand, tugging her towards the doorway of the bedroom.

* * * * *

Erinn moaned as he pulled her to him roughly, his mouth against hers, as his tongue snaked out to duel with her own. "Face ..." she said softly, her hands slipping under his robe to caress his shoulders, the muscles of his chest and stomach. Her fingers brushed his nipple, drawing a hissing sound from the former actor. He placed his lips on hers again, ever so lightly.

She closed her eyes, letting him push the light silky material off of her shoulders, until it fell to her feet.

"Your turn," she said, her voice low and throaty.

Face smiled back at her, then shrugged out of his robe. His heart was pounding, almost climbing into his throat. Erinn's eyes roamed over his body, her eyes drawn to his erection. She grinned at him, and he watched as her hands moved in that direction.

"Not yet!" he whispered, wanting her to touch him, but knowing if she started too soon he wouldn't be able to control himself. Instead he reached out, pulling her up hard against him. She gasped as his hard shaft pressed against her belly, then moaned softly.

"C'mon," he said softly, positioning her over the bed. Erinn nodded, catching his hand and pulling him down on the bed beside her. Her head fell against the pillows, her hair falling back in a fan of blue-black silken threads.

"Garik," she whispered, and Face closed his eyes at the sound of his first name. He reached out and caressed her cheek, then brought his lips to her neck. He ran his teeth along the cords of her throat, his hands coming up and grasping at her waist, then climbing higher, until he reached the gentle swells of her breasts. Erinn tensed, clutching at his back as his thumbs teased the erect nipples, his lips nibbling on her shoulders. She continued stroking the small of his back, while her left hand slide over his hip, down his thigh. He groaned, his groin tightening as her fingers brushed lightly over his cock. He resisted the urge to bury himself inside her at that instant, wanting to bring her to pleasure first, to initiate her before taking part in it himself. Her touch wasn't very skilled — indeed, her caresses were awkward, clumsy. And yet, nothing had ever felt so good in his entire life.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his lips making a trail to the peak of her breast, his hand drifting to her belly. She groaned when he let his tongue jet out, tweaking her nipple. His lips closed around the stiff peak, sucking as she arched up against him.

"Garik ... please ... oooohhhh ..." One of her hands slid up to stroke his hair, the other wrapping itself around his arousal. She felt him shudder and she smiled, then gasped as he placed his hand where it would pleasure her most. His fingers parted soft flesh, finding her soaked with desire. She moved restlessly against his fingertips, her breathing ragged, whimpering.

He paused in his caresses, pulling his mouth away from her breast. Looking into her eyes, misty with wanting, he grinned. "Do you like this, Erinn?"

"Mmmmm," she murmured, pulling his head down with her free hand. His tongue thrust back inside her lips, as his hand once again began to move. He stroked the wet folds of her sex, his thumb rubbing against the little morsel of flesh hidden there.

Erinn arched up against his touch. Oh gods, what was he doing to her? She closed her eyes, savoring the erotic sensations rippling through her body, his hand caressing her aching flesh. She moaned, wriggling against him as the feeling grew more intense.

Then she cried out, as waves of pleasure rushed through her, her legs trembling. She pulled at Face's hair and he growled, pressing his mouth against hers once more. She sagged back against the mattress, panting.

Face broke off the kiss, looking into her eyes and smiled. She smiled back. "Face ... that was ..."

He chuckled. "Baby, that was only the beginning." He settled his body so that he was on top of her, his arousal pressed against juncture of her thighs.

Erinn gasped at the weight of him. In the past, when thinking about lovemaking, she often wondered if perhaps one wouldn't feel crushed. She knew now that her worry had been for naught — his weight on top of her was one of the most delicious feelings she had ever experienced. She wiggled beneath him — feeling his erection pressing against her. Oh Gods, thought to herself, that feels good.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and smiled up at him expectantly.

"Ready when you are."

Face took a deep breath. He positioned his throbbing member against her core, and slowly began to penetrate her.

Erinn tensed against him, as her sheath stretched to allow his entry. It was a new feeling — not painful or uncomfortable, exactly, just odd. She hissed out a slow breath.

Face paused. "Erinn?" he whispered, stroking her jaw. "Are you —"

"Don't stop!" she cried in a harsh whisper. Her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted. "Please ..."

He pressed his lips against the hollow of her throat. Pressing onward, he shut his own eyes. Force, she was so incredibly tight, so slick, so unbearably hot that it took all of his self-control to keep his promise to be gentle. She fit him like a glove — it was as if their bodies had been made for one another. Her legs wrapped around his thighs, she arched upward, taking him in fully.

"Sith, woman," he muttered, and she laughed, a soft, throaty sound that sent lightening through his body. And then he began to thrust in and out — slow, measured strokes that caused her to cry out and dig her nails into his back.

Erinn pressed her lips against his shoulder, her hands clawing at his back. White hot pleasure licked at the very center of her, as his shaft penetrated her fully, then withdrew. She lurched upward, wanting him, wanting to be as close to him as was physically possible.

The climax of a few moments ago — so new and so delightful — now seemed like nothing compared to this. No, this was raw, intense passion, so intimate and somehow so right.

To Face, it seemed as if he were a virgin as well — never in his life had he experienced anything like this. He held himself back despite his desperation — knowing it wouldn't be half as thrilling if she didn't experience the same.

And yet, surrounded by her moist heat, her breasts rubbing against his chest, Face couldn't think of anything else but the exquisite ecstasy that raced through him. He felt her flesh quiver around him, nearing release. Carefully, he slid his hand between their joined bodies, his fingers finding and circling her clit.

To Erinn it seemed as if her entire body exploded. Heat built up, and then flamed, clenching like a fist and then opening. She yelped, her nails raking his shoulder blades as her walls spasmed and convulsed.

"Oh gods ... oh Garik!" she cried, pulling him down against her. The whole world seemed to spin with her.

Face lost it as she did, his orgasm so powerful it brought tears to his eyes. He hissed her name, flooding her with his hot seed. Then he closed his eyes and collapsed, his head falling against her breasts. They lay there for a while, a tangle of sweaty limbs, breaths ragged, hearts pounding.

It was as if they were the only two people in the entire universe — that no one else existed but them.

* * * * *

Slowly, he lifted his head from where it had been resting on her shoulder, and looked down at her. "Erinn? Are you all right?"

Her eyes opened as she rewarded his question with a slow smile. "Of course ... why wouldn't I be?"

Her hand drifted up to stroke his cheek.

"I mean, I didn't hurt you, did I?"

She grinned teasingly. "'Hurt' is not the word I'd use for what you did to me." Her expression grew a bit more serious. "Well, maybe. I mean, just a bit ... at first. But then — well, you know." She winked.

Face smirked at her. "Oh, indeed I do, you brazen little wench."

He slid off of her, settling back against the pillows. The loss of her body against his was temporary — he reached out and pulled her back into his arms.

Erinn sighed, nuzzling her head against his shoulder. She felt his lips against her forehead and wriggled a bit, determined to stay as close to him as possible. Face tightened his arms around her. "You weren't scared, then?"

"Of you? Why should I have been?" She pressed her lips to his shoulder, inhaling his warm, clean scent. The feel of his naked flesh against hers was incredibly intimate and comforting. She squeezed him tight, feeling the warmth of his body bleed into hers. It was a wonderful feeling, so very content and safe. It wasn't long before she was asleep, a soft smile on her lips.

Face remained awake for a bit. If he lived to be two thousand years old, he swore he'd never forget this night. Emperor's black bones, what was this girl doing to him? It wasn't as if she were very exotically beautiful, or very experienced when it came to sex. She was pretty, sure, but he had seen many women more breathtaking and stunning. As for her other "skills," of course it was only her first time.

And yet, he had never, ever experienced anything like it in his life. Not even with Dia, who had been the only serious relationship he had ever really had in his life. Dia, a former slave, had been trained in the art of lovemaking. At first he had felt guilty about this, but in time, he had realized she had truly wanted to pleasure him. And she most certainly had.

But ... even then — no, he thought. Loran, stop overanalyzing it. When was the last time you were with someone? Sithspawn, he thought to himself, it's been what — 18 months? That's almost two years! No, you're just incredibly horny, that's all. But this didn't ring true.

Face yawned. He'd have to worry about it later. He was completely worn out. Resting his cheek against the top of her head, he closed his eyes and let sleep take him.


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