Pulling her skirt up around her waist, she dropped herself down, straddling his lap. They continued where they had stopped earlier on, on the park ben...h. She ground on him as they kissed each other’s faces and necks. She began unbuttoning his shirt and running her hands across his hard body. She felt his hands under her shirt, holding her hips, pulling her closer and harder onto him. After tearing off his shirt she unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants, hungry to discover what she would. Our kiss broke and we once more gazed into each others eyes as I began to stroke into her. With each of my strokes she seemed to open herself more to me, her legs wrapped around the back of my legs. Her rhythm matching mine as I slowly stroked inside her. Both of our breathing became faster as our passion built. I raised myself above her, as you would do with your arms fully extended while doing push-ups and looked into her eyes as she returned my gaze. That’s when she said ‘Now.’ Gently. My eyes grew heavy and blinking became an effort that I gave up. My dark lashes rested on my cheeks, cheeks pure white and guarded from the sun as though the most prized asset of the world. I had reached my fifthteenth year only last week and felt my mother was more dramatic than life called for. I knew the value of my completion and it was hardly worth all the gold in the kingdom, I thought sarcastically.No more than an hour more of travel and we'd arrive, surely time for a quick beauty. His only injury had come in a crash. Better men than he had perished. It left him with a lingering sense of guilt that no application of his strongly rational nature could quite overcome.Now he had asked Bethan to marry him and she had accepted. It was strange. They had never been intimate on any level, had never even kissed. He knew that he loved her, desired her; that went without saying. She was a very beautiful young woman. Motherhood suited her. He loved the way her body moved, the round.