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God! The feeling that he dragged out of me wasn’t fair, and before my mind could even contemplate it, he was sliding back in again. A braking whimper of need escaped me, and he repeated the motion with maddening patience.
“More,” I begged, lifting my legs to wrap around him along with my arms. “Please, oh God, please more!”
I didn’t need to ask twice. He picked up the speed, diving all the way into me then pulling out before repeating it again. With each movement I felt myself grow slicker, accommodating him more and more until all of the discomfort was gone and all that was left was pleasure and a faint sort of achiness.
Time did that funny thing again, stretching out and narrowing at random, making everything that was happening to me into its own event. I felt like my body was changing, my world shifting, and that nothing else would be the same again.
That same feeling was building within me again, and I could feel my lower body fluttering on Fitz’s length as he rocked in and out of me. He was still being careful, I could tell even in my inexperience, and I couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like if he really let loose.
“Come for me, sweetheart,” he growled in my ear, his breath heated even against my burning skin. “I want to feel you lose control around me.”
“I… I’m trying,” I gasped. “I’m close, so close.”
But there was something missing. Something that I didn’t quite understand. Did he? He seemed to, because he nibbled gently at the shell of my ear before his hand slid in the scant space between us, his fingers finding the apex of my slit once again.
It only took a couple of presses to that button and then the wave hit me again. But it was completely different from all the others I had ever had by my own hand, and even the two that Mr. Fitzgerald had given me. It was deeper, achier, a throbbing sort of completion that made my heart skip and the world wink away once more.
Every muscle in my body tightened for a second, then fell away into ruin. I was blinded, completely overwhelmed by the pleasure that radiated through every part of me, and then I came crashed back to my body.
“That’s my girl,” Fitz panted, looking down at me with such certainty, such desire that I couldn’t help but tremble. I felt shaky and drugged, as if I had tasted a bit of heaven and had somehow stolen my way back to Earth. “You did so good for me, so good.”
Each of his words were punctuated by a deep, hard thrust that went further into me than I thought possible. If I wasn’t so boneless and wet from my own climax, it might have hurt. But instead it just rocked me further and I watched his face as he came undone inside of me.
It was something to behold.
His orgasm didn’t seem to last nearly as long as mine did, and after a few beats we were still, just laying pressed into each other in the most intimate way possible.
“…wow,” I whispered, the word not doing nearly enough to describe how I felt.
But he just chuckled slightly and pressed a chaste kiss to my forehead before withdrawing slowly. I whimpered at the strange sort of emptiness, but he just patted my cheek.
He left the room and for a moment self-consciousness swamped me at everything that I had done. But then he was back, sans the condom and with a glass of water.
“Here,” he murmured. “Drink.”
I nodded and gulped down the cool liquid, which I hadn’t realized I had needed so thoroughly.
I downed almost all of it before handing the glass back to him. He drank the rest before setting it down on the nightstand and slipping back into the bed.
I relaxed, letting him pull me flush to him. He felt so strong, so secure against my back, that it wasn’t long before I slipped under the gentle waves of sleep, my body throbbing in all the best ways.
Beverly
When I woke up, the first thing I was aware of was that there was an unfamiliar ache between my thighs, one that spoke of rites of passage and new bonds. Memories of the previous night and what I had done swamped me, and I found myself blushing into my own hands.
But I felt good. Like I had passed some barrier that I had been holding myself behind and I was finally ready to move forward with my journey into adulthood.
I rolled over to look at Fitz, realizing that for all of our sex the previous night that I hadn’t done much touching of him. I’d never run my fingers through his light chest hair, never let my fingers explore all the striations in his muscles.
