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He thrust into her.
“Oh!” she gasped.
“I’m so sorry. But it’s best to get it done quickly. The pain will subside.”
“Yes, yes, I know. Oh my!”
The urge to withdraw and thrust back in overpowered him. He felt like a wild boar in rut, unable to control his actions, devolving to his very basest instincts.
Yet he held himself still, letting her get used to the fullness. “Tell me when you’re ready, sweet.”
“I’m fine. Truly. I know it’s uncomfortable the first time. I was expecting it.”
Sweat dripped from his brow. He could hold off no longer. He withdrew and plunged back in.
Sweet heaven, she felt like she’d been perfectly cast to hold him, the tightness and suction so exquisite he could have spent with the first thrust. He breathed in deeply, concentrating. When he felt slightly more in control, he pulled out and thrust back in once more.
“Better?” he asked.
“Yes, yes. It doesn’t hurt so much. It just feels…full.”
“Normal.”
“But I craved it so, Evan. Shouldn’t it do more than hurt? Or feel full?”
He chuckled against her smooth neck. “Don’t worry, sweet. It will.” He thrust once more, wincing to keep from losing it. He had to keep going, had to make it good for her.
He kissed her lips lightly and pinched one of her nipples. And another thrust.
She gasped. Yes, there she goes. She’s starting to feel what it’s truly about. He withdrew, thrust, withdrew, thrust.
“Oh, yes!” she gasped.
“Good, sweet?”
“Oh, Evan. It’s so…so… When you push down you hit that lovely spot… Oh!”
Hold on, old man. Keep it going. It’s good for her. Make it last.
But as much as he wanted to keep going, he could bear it no longer. He thrust mightily and spent inside her welcoming pussy with a loud groan.
He collapsed atop her but quickly moved. His weight would be too much for her to bear. She was hardly frail, but he was a big man. Though it pained him, he pulled out and slid to the side, lying beside her.
“I hope I didn’t hurt you too badly.”
“No, no,” she sighed. “It was wonderful.”
“No regrets?”
“Not a one. You?”
He smiled. “No man alive would regret that. You’re absolutely lovely.”
He rose, tore off a small piece from one of the linens, and moistened it in rainwater from the slipper tub.
“Here,” he said when he returned, “let me take care of you.”
“Goodness, it’s cold.”
