Another gasp escapes at feeling you pressed so deeply. I return the smile, blissful. I move one of my feet to stroke yours. “I love it. It makes me feel even better, knowing.” An indulgent sigh. “Especially hearing you say it.” I lick my lips as I gaze up at you.

“Aaah-nnn.” Words start to fail me, as you move. With each of your touches, I gasp and moan, getting louder each time. I twist my face, trying to catch your lips. “It feels really good, Jim. So good.” I murmur against you.

I’m slightly disoriented by the flip, but enjoying it immensely. “Yes, sir.” I manage before devolving into mewls. My right hand snakes down to my groin, as the other tangles with yours.

“That’s rather what I meant by ‘Take me’, Love. I would have thought you didn’t need telling twice.” I smile down at you. “Now, are you going to make me scream like you promised, or am I going to have to get creative?” For emphasis, I twist pelvis in a figure eight-like motion.

“Nn… Good. Very… good.” It takes more effort than I’d like to move that first time, my body quivering as I push myself up, and nearly giving out on the way down. I take your hands in mine, moving them behind me to grasp. “Help me.” I take a breath, before whispering to you. “Take me. Please.”

I huff quietly. “Slow, right.” I slip down a few more centimeters, and surreptitiously rippling my pelvic muscles, just as I’d taught myself to prepare. I lift back up, then let gravity bring me down farther. I continue until we’re flush against each other, and I can feel the heat radiating from beneath your skin. I can feel the flush on my face as I realize… you’re inside me. I feel full, complete. “Jim?” Wanting to ask how it feels for you, to be buried inside me, but unsure how to phrase it. Instead, I run my nails down your chest, circling each nipple.

I’m shaking slightly, so I put my own hand to your shoulders for balance, muttering something along the lines of “I don’t have a ‘speed’ Jim.” I steel myself, raising my hips and then lowering them onto yours. It’s awkward at first, all burning stretch and hot skin, and then my hymen breaks. I stop everything, not daring to breathe, to speak, to scream. Tears spring to my eyes, but don’t quite fall.

Finally, I gasp for air as the pain ebbs. My hands had clenched on your shoulders, so I let go, leaving them there, but no longer grasping. I resume my slow decent onto your penis, a little more quickly, now that the worst is presumably over.

“I know.” I can already feel the stretch of your entrance, so I reach down to circle my clitoris. It’s distracting, pleasant, hazy.

I mewl as you move against me, rubbing our cheeks together. My face heats up at your question, and I find myself mumbling. “No. Please, Jim?”

I’m startled by the sudden… emptiness. I watch as you strip the last pieces of clothing off, admiring the view properly. “Well, you’ve certainly got quite a promising start, Jim, dear.” I smile and draw you close for a deep kiss.

I open my mouth to respond, but all that emerges is another shrill noise, followed by a moan. As your third finger enters, I shakily comply with your order. I manage to lift the top above my breasts, and then squirm to get it over my head.  I fling it off to the side, panting audibly.

My eyes fly open, staring unseeing at the ceiling. I shriek, reaching a higher pitch than before, my hips bucking uncontrollably, sending your fingers far deeper inside me. I can no longer distinguish what is pain or pleasure through the strange fog in my mind.

I can feel you watching me, so I struggle to keep my eyes open. As the second finger enters, I lose that battle, and my eyes fall shut. All I can do is gasp for air with my head pushing back against the mattress. “Jim…”

Taking a deep breath, trying to stay relaxed. Letting you distract me seemed to help. So I move, just barely, up into your right hand.