I’m hoarse and shaky when the sensations finally fade into little quivers of pleasure and a deep satisfaction inside me. He strokes me through the last of them until he finally withdraws his hand.
We stare at each other for a minute.
“I didn’t know that was sex,” I say at last.
“That wasn’t all of it. But it was part of it.”
“You get to feel that good too?”
“Yeah. When… when you’re ready.”
“I think I’m ready now. Just tell me what to do.”
He has me bend up my legs and part my thighs. Then he moves over me, positioning his lower body between my legs and holding himself up on his arms.
“This is right?” I ask, spreading my legs even wider. I feel hot and wet and throbby there compared to the air of the room.
“Yeah. It might hurt a little. Tell me if it’s too bad.”
“I’ll tell you. But I think I can do it good like I did the other stuff.” I really believe this is true. I’m slightly nervous because I don’t want anything to hurt, but nothing we’ve done so far has been anything but good.
Maybe this last part will be too.
He adjusts slightly and uses one of his hands to guidehis thick, hard shaft to the entrance of my pussy. Then he starts pushing it inside there.
He was right. It is tight. Tighter than I expect.
I arch up with a soft, whining sound as the pressure increases and my body has to stretch.
“Is it okay?” he asks, pausing.
“It’s okay. Just go slow if you can.”
“I’ll go slow.” He’s breathless. Shaking just a little, but I don’t know if it’s nerves or excitement.
He’s as good as his word. He eases in and then out. Shifts his angle and then tries again. This time it goes in better. There’s a lot of discomfort but no real pain.
It’s just so tight. So full. So much.
“You okay?” he rasps, bracing his weight on his arms again. He’s deep inside me now but holding himself still.
“I think I’m good.” My voice sounds weird. Ragged. “So what do you do? Do you move it in and out like your fingers?”
“Yeah. But I can wait. I think. It feels real good being inside you.”
“It does?”
“Yeah, it does. You’re all hot and wet and gripping me tight.”
“Oh.” The words get me hot and excited, but I don’t know why. “That’s good then.”
“Tell me when you’re ready.”
“I’m ready now. You can… do what you’re supposed to do.”
He pulls back his hips and then pushes forward. He must really like it because his features twist and he breathes out, “Fuck, yeah.”
I need to do something with my hands, so I reach up to hold on to his shoulders. “That’s good,” I say, since I liked when he said something similar to me. “Keep going.”
