Clandestine

“Shh, shh, lie still,” he whispered as he slid a hand under her shorts and her panties. Her hips jerked in surprise as he put his hand against the juncture between her legs. He watched as her eyes rolled back and a whimper came out from behind her clenched lips. They were in a small hotel suite that Sasha, her father, and her younger brother shared. He had let himself in with the key that she had given him earlier and easily located her room, which was easily the one without the male snores coming out of it. Her hips bucked against his hand, at first slowly, and then quickly becoming faster. She panted and her back arched as her hips humped against his hand quickly. She bit her lip against to prevent a moan from escaping. Wetness was quickly spreading around his hand as it became warmer under the blankets. In response, his shaft began to harden. Chest heaving, her legs slid open and allowed him to slip a finger inside her. Her whole body froze, trembling, as he eased them in as deeply as his knuckle. “It’s ok, shh,” he soothed her as she whimpered. He fought to control himself as he smoothed her hair back gently. Slowly, her legs clamped around his hand and she turned onto her side to bury her face into his chest. He was careful not to hurt her as she moved. He attempted to slip another finger inside her but she suddenly jerked up. “Ok, ok, I won’t,” he murmured, rearranging his fingers. Her hips bucked against his hand and she panted with the effort as whimpers escaped her throat. The comforters covering the both of them slipped and his eyes traced her straining form as her hips thrust up in her shorts. Their eyes met and he watched her crazed eyes until her movements finally ceased, her gasping breath the only sound in the room. Her whole body trembled with release and her sheath clenched desperately at his finger. Withdrawing his finger a little too roughly, she yelped as his other hand worked her shorts off, dragging it off with her panties. She watched him, her hips beginning to move again as he lowered his pants just low enough to release his shaft from its confines. Twisting to the right position, he pulled her on top of him, holding her up by her hips. Her slim hands gripped the shoulders of his shirt tightly as her eyes trustingly met his. God! Her hips were so small! His hands shook as he barely kept control of himself. Willingly, she eased her legs open to straddle him as he pulled up his legs, bracing his feet against the bed to give her body support. And then slowly, he lowered her down onto his shaft. Her head jerked back with a small cry at the first entry and she bit her lip to keep more sounds from escaping. “Just relax,” he told her, his voice just barely in control with a hint of a tremor. She nodded and her legs unclenched and she slid down his length, panting with the effort. Her chest was heaving under her shirt. Finally! He was all the way in her, to the hilt. His heart drummed in his chest as he let her relax in his lap, her knees braced against the sheets on either side of him. Gently, he unclasped her hands from his shoulders and pulled his shirt off over his head, knowing that it would be soaked if he didn’t. His hands moved to remove hers but she grabbed his

hands. “Dearest, you have to trust me – you don’t want to be wearing this,” he told her with a chuckle. Nodding slowly, she allowed him to remove her shirt and to reveal two full breasts. Throwing the shirt