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“Good.” She ran one hand over his broad shoulder. “It means we are well-suited. for yours does the same to me.”

“If I spill, I cannot proceed with the rest of what you have asked me to show you,” he warned. “At least, not immediately.”

“Oh. I shouldn't want to delay.” In fact, she did, but not to his detriment. “I may touch you again later, when your needs are not so urgent?”

“Yes.” He rolled on top of her again, his weight and nakedness sending shivers through her.

Meredith parted her legs to make room for him there, and felt the bulbous end of his shaft rooting against her. “There is a great disparity of sizes, sir. I do not think that part of you will fit it where it is meant to go.”

“That is why you are wet, love,” he murmured, reaching down between them and grasping his shaft to seat it more firmly against her. “So that I may come into you, where I long to be.” His expression grew serious. “There may be some discomfort, this first time.”

“Because I have never been with a man,” she guessed, and he nodded. “Will it hurt very much?”

“It is different with every woman,” he admitted. “But those who are eager, who welcome it, seem not to mind so much.” He took her hand down between them, and curled her fingers around his shaft. “We will do this together, love.”

Her hand tightened. “Yes.”

Meredith felt his hips move over hers, and the plum dome pushed between her nether lips, stretching them as he penetrated her. She felt no pain, and once the head lay fully inside her body the wetness encompassed it.

“Look at me,” Alistair murmured, and when she did he pushed again, this time sending the hard column of his manhood much deeper. “What do you feel?”

“It doesn't hurt.” She wriggled under him. “It feels as if it should be there. Oh.” A frisson of sensation swept over her as he forged ahead, sinking his penis so deeply in her that their netherhair meshed. “You are so big, Alistair, yet we fit so well together. I must have space in there of which I am not aware.”

“There is no space between us.” He drew back and then penetrated her a second time, the motion definite, and the friction delightful. “You are squeezing me with your tightness.”

Just as he was stretching her with his girth now. “Does it hurt?”

He put his mouth to hers and gave her several urgent thrusts of his tongue before he replied. “It is the sweetest pain a man can ever know.” He pushed her legs up, bending her knees and spreading her thighs wider. “I want to fuck you now, Meredith. Will you have me?”

The forbidden word made her gasp, but the movement of his shaft inside her was too wonderful to deny. “Yes, please, Alistair.”

He cradled her hips with his hands and set at her, pushing deep inside her quim with his swollen cock, dragging it back out until only the pulsing head lay within. He repeated these actions over and over, his body coiling and recoiling over her.

Meredith soon felt her breasts bounce with the strength of his thrusts, and now and then he would put his mouth to them to suckle her again. The sensation added to the act and began something inside her, causing her to arch under him and writhe as she tried to resist it.

“No, love, don't fight it,” he panted as he thrust and withdrew. “What you feel is pleasure. Give yourself to it. Give yourself to me, Meredith.”

She wanted to tell him she did not know how to do so, and then she was exploding from within; her body convulsing beneath his as a hot, sweet delight billowed through her.

“Yes, yes,” Alistair said, his voice hoarse and shaking now, and as a second conflagration gripped her he pressed deep, his shaft swelling and then pulsing as a warm wetness flooded her clenching tissues.

Meredith pulled his head down and cradled it against her breast, holding him as he shuddered through his own pleasure. She had never felt such emotion, her desire for him easing into a tenderness so acute it brought tears to her eyes.

He lifted his head, easing himself from her body and rolling to one side. She turned to face him, and his big hand caressed her cheek.

“And that is the way of men and women,” she whispered, entirely enchanted.

“Naked together, in bed, and wanting each other,” he replied, bringing her hand to his lips. “That is how I will always want you now.”

“Then we should talk about marrying later.” Meredith nestled against him and closed her eyes, drifting into peaceful bliss.