“Yours,” she agreed. Then, gathering her courage, “Now I want to be yours completely.”
He settled between her thighs, his weight pressing her into the mattress. She could feel him, hard and ready, pressing against her entrance.
“This will hurt,” he said. “Just at first. But I’ll go as slowly as you need.”
“I trust you.”
He pressed forward. Slowly. So slowly. She felt the pressure, the stretch, the strange sensation of being filled.
A sharp sting made her gasp.
He stopped immediately. “Do you need me to?—”
“Don’t stop.” She wrapped her legs around him. “Please, Henry. I want all of you.”
He pressed deeper, watching her face the entire time. When he was finally fully inside her, they both went still.
“How does it feel?” he asked.
“Full. Strange. Good.” She experimentally moved her hips. “Very good.”
He groaned. “If you keep doing that?—”
“What?” She did it again. “This?”
“Margaret.” Her name was warning and plea.
“Show me,” she said. “Show me what comes next.”
He began to move. Slowly at first, letting her body adjust to the rhythm. She met him tentatively, learning the dance, finding the angle that made pleasure spark through her.
“That’s it,” he said. “Just like that. You’re so perfect.”
The praise sent heat through her. Made her bold. She moved with him more confidently, chasing the pleasure, chasing the feeling of being connected to him so completely.
“Faster,” she breathed. “Please, Henry.”
He complied, his movements becoming deeper, harder, more urgent. The pleasure built again, different this time—deeper, fuller, like something fundamental shifting inside her.
“I can feel you,” he gasped. “You’re close. Come for me, Margaret. Let me feel it.”
His hand slipped between them, found that sensitive place, circled with just the right pressure.
She cried his name, her body clenching around him as pleasure tore through her.
He followed moments later, his release shuddering through him as he buried his face in her neck. She felt him pulsing inside her, felt the warmth of him filling her.
They collapsed together, breathing hard, hearts racing.
After a moment, he carefully withdrew and rolled to his side, immediately pulling her against him.
“Are you alright?” he asked. “Did I hurt you?”
“A little at first. But then…” She smiled. “Then it was so good.”
He kissed her forehead.
She traced patterns on his chest, marveling at how comfortable this felt. How right.
