"A little. It's just—you're so—"
"Big?" I supply, unable to keep the satisfaction out of my voice.
She nods, and I kiss her deeply while I push in further. Halfway now, and she's gripping my shoulders hard enough to leave marks.
"Almost there," I murmur against her mouth. "You're doing so well. Taking me so well."
One more push and I'm fully seated inside her, and the feeling is so intense I have to close my eyes and count to ten to keep from coming right then and there.
She's perfect. Tight and hot and mine.
"Okay?" I ask through gritted teeth.
"I think so." She shifts experimentally, and we both groan. "It doesn't hurt as much now."
"Good. Because I need to move."
I pull out slowly, then push back in, and she gasps. I do it again, establishing a rhythm that's gentle and controlled even though every instinct is screaming at me to go harder, faster, deeper.
But this is her first time. I'll be gentle now.
Later, I'll show her what I'm really capable of.
Her body starts to adjust, accepting me more easily with each thrust. The pain fades from her expression, replaced bypleasure, and when she starts to meet my thrusts, I know she's with me.
"Yes, Matilda," I encourage. "Move with me. Take what you need."
I reach between us and find her clit again, and the combination makes her cry out. She's close again, I can feel it in the way her body tenses, the way her nails dig into my back.
"Come for me again," I command. "Come on my cock while I fill you up."
The words push her over the edge. She comes with a scream, her body clamping down on me so hard I can't hold back anymore. I thrust deep and let go, coming harder than I have in years, filling her with everything I have.
Mine. She's mine.
I collapse beside her, pulling her against my chest before our breathing has even steadied. She's trembling, and I stroke her hair, her back, soothing her through the aftermath.
"You okay?" I ask.
"I think so." Her voice is small, dazed. "That was..."
"That was just the beginning," I tell her, already feeling myself start to harden again. "We have all night, Matilda. And I'm nowhere near done with you."
Matilda
My body feels like it's been taken apart and put back together wrong.
Or maybe right. I don't know anymore.
I'm lying against Gennady's chest, his arm wrapped around me, our legs tangled together beneath the sheets. I can feel him still half-hard against my thigh, and the awareness makes heat pool low in my stomach again despite the lingering soreness between my legs.
His hand strokes up and down my spine in slow, soothing movements. It's intimate in a way that has nothing to do with sex, and somehow that makes it even more overwhelming.
Then reality creeps in, and with it, a realization that makes my stomach drop.
"Gennady?" My voice comes out smaller than I intended.
"Mm?" His hand doesn't stop its rhythmic stroking.
