Almost immediately he was laying her back on the blanket. These were not the soft tender kisses of their first kiss. These were passionate, wanting, urgent. His lips moved from hers to her jaw, her ear, her neck. She felt such a strong desire to feel his skin, she fumbled clumsily at his shirt until her fingers were under it, moving along the muscles of his back. He opened her shirt his fingers running over her nipples and then his lips were on her breast. One hand caressing one while his lips and tongue explored the other. She let out small gasps of pleasure each time he brought her nipple into his mouth. She wanted to feel more of him, she needed his skin on hers. She tried lifting his shirt up. He rose up to pull it over his head. Laying his chest over hers, the heat of him was irresistible. His lips were back on hers. His hand moved down her mid drift, across her belly and stopped at her waist. As his hand moved his mouth moved towards her ear. In a hoarse breathless voice he asked, “do you know what is going to happen if we don’t stop?” She was too caught up in the fog of desire for it to even occur to her to lie she said “Nooo” though it came out more as a moan of desire than an actual word. His lips were back on hers but more softly this time. His hand moved back to her breasts, but no… he wasn’t caressing them he was pull her shirt back over them. He stood up, leaving her still panting with desire on the ground.

It was true, Eliza’s mother had died before she was old enough for her to explain the marriage bed and even being sent off for her marriage hadn’t prompted anyone else in her life to have that conversation with her.

She lifted to see what he was doing. He was walking straight into the lake! He stopped when he was almost knee deep, bent over and dunked his head straight into the water.

He stood there in the water taring his fingers through his wet hair, trying to take deep calming breaths. When he finally felt able to turn around, Eliza was standing there at the edge of the lake. He groaned with desire, water still dripping off his wet hair rolling down the muscles of his chest. Oh how he wanted her, he had to get control of himself. Then she said two words “show me.” Still fighting the urges of his body he reached out and touched her cheek “Eliza” he said softly almost sadly. She turned into his hand kissing his palm. She let her shirt fall off her and dropped her skirt. Standing only in her under clothes she said again “Show Me!”

Trent was undone. His was mouth was on hers, kissing her passionately. He moved her back from him stopping the kiss. She tried moving back into his embrace, but he put up a hand to stop her. His other hand went to his trousers undoing the laces and letting them drop. She let her eyes slowly work their way down his chest and to lines of his hips until she was taking in his full manhood, long and thick pointed straight at her. She gasped at the sight of it. Without thinking her hand drifted toward it, hovering over it suddenly she felt it rise into her hand, it was hot and she could feel it pulse. Trent was breathing shakily, trying to remind himself to take this slowly for Eliza’s sake. He moved toward her, lifting her legs around him and carrying her back to the blanket. He laid her down and though his kisses had a deep passion they were also slow and purposeful. He placed his hand firmly on her cheek, moving his thumb across her lips. His hand moved lower, slowly, deliberately, firmly so she always knew exactly where it was, all while his kisses continued. His hand moved down her neck, to her shoulder and her breasts, each receiving their own caresses, then lower over her ribs and running along the line of her bloomers. As he reached her hip, he began to pull them down still with the firm deliberate caress of his hand. Once they were removed, he worked his hand back up, this time on the inside of her leg. When he reached her upper thigh she began to let out small gasps and shudders of pleasure. He moved his hand slowly over the wet warmth of her and to the more sensitive spot at the tip of her mound. He moved his fingers around it once, twice, three times, then moving his hand back, he slid a finger into her depths. She gasped and groaned with pleasure. He moved his finger slowly in and out. She lay back on the blanket with her eyes closed totally absorbed in the pleasure he was gifting her. His other hand clasped her face forcing her to open her eyes and focus on him. His finger still moving inside her, he looked at her with a question in his eye. She forced herself to focus, what did he want? Oh, OH, she had asked him to show her and he was, first by showing her the fullness of his manhood and now showing her what he intended to do with it. He wanted to know she understood. She nodded her head yes, not able to gather enough breath for words. His finger slid out of her and was back on her neck, breasts, everywhere, his kisses had turned almost frantic. He moved his knee parting her legs further. Against her lips he groaned “are you sure?”

“Yesssahhh” he was inside her before the word was over and the ‘yes’ turn into a screaming gasp as her maiden head was shattered. He gave her a moment for the tension to leave her then moved inside of her thrusting himself into her. She wrapped her legs around his back and moved with him absorbing every sensation he had to give. She didn’t think the heat and pleasure could be any greater than what she was experiencing , but it began to build. She felt like she was reaching for a star from heaven, just out of reach but somehow getting closer, stretching her body desperate to grasp the prize of her efforts. Then as if she had grab the star straight out of the sky & fallen back to earth, more sensation than she’d ever felt washed over her and a cry of pleasure was wrenched out of her mouth. Her finger tips, her earlobes, her toes, every part of her pulsed with residual pleasure. Trent’s movements quickened and with a loud grunt of pleasure his body tensed a final time and then slackened on top of her. Though, he still managed to keep the full weight of himself off of her.

They lay naked, limbs intertwined for a time, but as the heat of their lovemaking wore off Eliza began to feel the chill of the night air. Trent stood and gathered their clothes and brought them back to where Eliza lay and helped her dress, putting on his own clothes as well. Gathering her close to him, he walked her to the house and straight up to her room. At her door he smiled and said “good night” leaving a gentle kiss on her lips. As he turned to leave she reached out touching his hand and in a whisper said “Trent” without another word he turned and entered her room closing the door behind him