She flushes with embarrassment, and I kiss her.
"That's good," I murmur against her mouth. "That's perfect."
I stroke her slowly, learning what makes her gasp, what makes her hips lift off the bed. When I find her clit and circle it with my thumb, she cries out.
"Does that feel good?"
"Yes—oh god, yes—"
I increase the pressure, working her with steady, deliberate movements while I watch her face. She's lost in it now, all that nervous uncertainty burned away by arousal. Her head tips back, throat exposed, and I want to mark her there. Want to leave evidence of my claim where everyone can see it.
But not yet. First, I need to make her come.
I slide one finger inside her as gently as I can, and she tenses.
"Relax," I murmur. "Let me in."
She takes a shaky breath and forces her muscles to relax, and I work my finger deeper. She's tight, incredibly tight, and the thought of being inside her makes my control slip dangerously.
I add a second finger, stretching her slowly while my thumb continues to work her clit. She's panting now, small whimpers escaping with every thrust of my fingers.
"That's it," I encourage. "Take what I'm giving you."
Her hips start to move in rhythm with my hand, chasing the pleasure, and I know she's close.
"It’s okay, Matilda. Let go."
She shatters with a cry that's half my name, half incoherent sound. Her body clamps down on my fingers, pulsing with the force of her orgasm, and I work her through it until she's boneless and gasping beneath me.
Beautiful.
I withdraw my hand and bring my fingers to my mouth, tasting her. Her eyes go wide.
"Gennady—"
"You taste amazing," I tell her, already reaching for my belt. "And I'm going to taste you properly later. But right now, I need to be inside you."
I strip off the rest of my clothes, and her eyes go to my cock. I'm hard and aching, and when she sees the size of me, uncertainty flashes across her face.
"It's going to fit," I assure her, settling between her legs. "Our bodies were made for each other."
I hook my fingers in her panties and pull them down, leaving her completely bare. She tries to close her legs instinctively, but I press them open.
"Don't hide from me. I want to see all of you."
I take my cock in hand and line myself up, rubbing the head through her wetness. She's still sensitive from her orgasm, and every pass over her clit makes her jerk.
"This is going to hurt at first," I warn her. "But I'll go slow. And then it's going to feel so good you won't remember the pain."
"Okay," she whispers.
I push in slowly, just the head, and feel her body resist. She's so tight I have to grit my teeth against the urge to just drive forward and bury myself completely.
"Breathe," I tell her, holding myself still. "Relax and breathe."
She does, and I slide in another inch. Then another. She whimpers, and I stop.
"Does it hurt?"
