He adjusted himself and started to enter her. Automatically, she arched her back into him, and he put one hand under her hips. The positioning took a moment to get them both connected right. Still, once they did, she truly did begin to understand that this wasnotlike the last time she'd had intercourse.
The total size of him must not have registered to her until he started to enter her. Her body moved and adjusted to accept his entrance.
He had primed her well, though it was still a tight fit. She felt stretched to the brink of fullness.
He pushed, and she felt herself trying to fight it at first, her body pressing back against him.
"Relax," he whispered. "We'll go as slow as you need." He rubbed her legs and caressed her as he did.
She nodded. "Keep it slow...."
"I am," he said, though he sounded strained. He pulled out and slid back in, a little farther than before.
She moaned.
He groaned.
The feeling was so powerful! She had never experienced such a feeling of fullness. Of completeness. This was so intense. So primal and natural. There was a bond forming with her for him as she experienced this joining.
She stroked his chest, his arms, whatever part of him she could reach just to continue the connection between them and expand it.
He went in and out in a slow, meticulous fashion, each time going a little deeper and a touch faster. With every thrust, he made a soft noise of pleasure.
Of course, so did she. Her body relaxed, and he continued to increase his tempo.
She would have thought the faster would not be as pleasurable, but she was so, very wrong. The faster he went, the better it got.
"Yes, more," she whispered.
"As you like."
That crazed sensation that she would be falling from a cliff returned.
It built hard and fast, and before she realized it, she was falling, crying out as she did, her body going limp.
Jedriek cried out as well, his explosion consuming her for a few moments. He leaned forward, resting his head on her stomach. She ran her hands over his hair again, and neither one spoke. They just breathed. The universe coming back into focus again, and the reality of their situation coming back to her.
Eleanor didn't want to think about that right now. She was exhausted--in the best way possible, of course, but still finished. They had to figure out what they were going to do and how they would get back to the others.
She rubbed her eyes as Jedriek crawled back onto the bed, his body moving slow and weak. He laid down next to her and pulled her to him. They spooned together, and he wrapped his arms around her.
It was the most secure place she'd been in her whole life that she could remember.
"I hope that was better than your initial experience," he said, his voice a sexy timber in her ear.
"Well, it'll do," she said and smiled.
He swatted her. "You are ornery, princess."
"You seem to bring it out of me," she replied.
He smirked. "Fair." He kissed her shoulder. "Get some sleep. We need to be rested when we figure out what our next steps are."
"If you say so," she said.
"I do."
She yawned. "Fine, Mister Bossy."
