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the same kind of motion, in and out, slightly reangling, as he went
increasingly deep.
    It felt really good until he was almost all the way in. Then
the pressure became genuinely uncomfortable.
    “You okay?” he asked, when she arched up automatically.
    “Remember what I said would happen if you kept asking me
that?”
    “Are you going to scream?”
    “Maybe.”
    “Are you really okay?”
    “Yeah. I’m okay.”
    He was holding himself still now, supported by straightened
arms. “Does it hurt?”
    “Not really. Just pressure. It’s going to be fine.”
    The discomfort had taken the edge off her arousal, though,
so she was a little disappointed as she breathed slowly to relax her body.
    She supposed it was too much to expect to be swept away by
passion on her very first time. She wasn’t a silly girl with unrealistic
fantasies about this. Things didn’t have to be perfect to still be good.
    He pulled out, relieving the pressure. Before she could
object to his retreat, he entered her again, using the same in-and-out
penetration. It was better this time—didn’t hurt nearly as much.
    “Okay?” he asked. His arms were shaking slightly as they
supported his weight above her, and she could feel heat radiating off him.
    “Yeah. It’s good.” Not wanting him to get distracted by
worrying about her, she pulled his head down into a kiss.
    He kissed her back immediately, his tongue thrusting
rhythmically into her mouth.
    She responded with her own tongue and then with her body.
Her hips rocked up into his, shifting his erection inside her in a way that
felt so deep, so strange.
    He groaned thickly as he broke the kiss. Then he started to
move over her, pumping his hips until, with a few starts and stops, they’d
established a rhythm.
    He was really into it now. He started to make grunting
noises, and his body shook with tension beneath her hands. She held on to him
and tried to match his thrusts, although she wasn’t sure she was doing a really
good job.
    She wanted him to enjoy it. It wasn’t as uncomfortable now,
and other sensations were starting to build. Although not every fast and not
with the intensity they’d had before he’d entered her.
    “Jessica,” he rasped, his motion accelerating even more. “Jessica.”
    She made a little whimper of pleasure, both from their
motion and from the way he was saying her name.
    She bent her legs, bringing her knees higher as he changed
positions slightly.
    “How is it?” he managed to huff, although in the dim light
his face twisted in effort.
    He was sweating. She could feel the dampness under her palms
as she stroked his back.
    She was touched that he was so concerned about her enjoying
it too, even as he was pretty far gone. “It’s good. It’s so good.” She cried
out as she felt a sharp jolt of pleasure, completely unexpectedly. “So good. So
good.”
    He leaned down to kiss her again, but he obviously didn’t
have much coordination left. Neither did she. Their mouths moved clumsily together
for a minute before he raised himself on his arms again.
    His motion was almost wild now. “I’m not sure I can hold out—”
    “It’s fine.” She felt so odd, so overwhelmed, like she might
cry. “I’m good. I want you to come.”
    He released a long moan as his hips jerked against hers.
Then he moaned again, differently, as his body suddenly froze and then
released.
    She loved how it felt—loved how he’d taken such pleasure in
her, loved that she could give it to him.
    She felt closer to him than she ever had before when his
body slowly relaxed and he lowered himself over her.
    She hugged him against her, and he mumbled out words she
couldn’t quite understand as he pressed kisses into her neck and jaw.
    She responded when he kissed her mouth, softly now, without
the urgency of before. Then she was surprised when he reached down to stroke
her hip and thigh. When he pulled out of the kiss, his other hand slipped up to
her left breast.
    “What are you