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I turn to watch him over my shoulder, and he leans over to kiss me again right before he eases inside me.
I make a silly, helpless sound. Pleasure, not discomfort. He’s big, but I don’t feel as tight as I would have expected. He fits inside me exactly right.
He’s stifling a lot of groans, and his face is twisting in pleasure as he eyes me hotly from behind. When we’ve both adjusted to the penetration, he braces himself above me and pumps his hips with a fast, steady rhythm.
I urge him on, pleading for more, faster, harder. I bump my butt back toward his thrusts. He’s grunting in a base, primitive way I never would have expected for such a sophisticated man.
He brings me to orgasm—so good I have to sob into the pillow—and then pulls out, turns me over onto my back, and buries himself inside me again, pulling my legs up around his waist.
My whole body shudders with pleasure and release as he fucks me like that—faster and tighter and less controlled.
“Yes, Arthur!” I dig my fingernails into the clenching flesh of his ass. “Take me like this. Let go. You let go too.”
It takes a while for him to release his control enough to reach climax, but when he does, it’s breathtaking. Powerful. He lets out a loud, rough exclamation as his face transforms. Then his hips jerk and his body shakes as he rides out the spasms.
He collapses on top of me afterward. I wrap my arms around him. Experiencing his release—how much of himself he poured into it, into me—was just as exhilarating as surrendering to my own release.
I hold him until he’s able to lift his head and kiss me tenderly. “Baby” is all he says.
His eyes are saying a lot more.
I smile and brush back his messy hair. “First times are usually kind of awkward, but not this. I can’t believe it.”
“We’re really good together.”
“Yes. We are. That was the best sex I’ve ever had.”
He looks briefly surprised. Then gratified. He kisses me again before he admits, “Me too.”
***
WE LIE IN BED TOGETHERfor about an hour, until it’s almost time for dinner. So we get up and put on some clothes and pull ourselves together.
I keep slanting him little looks and trying not to giggle. Just an overflow of giddy feeling.
Before we leave the room, he turns me to face him, his expression sobering. “How are you feeling about this?”
“I feel... great.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. No regrets at all. And I really want to do it again.”
“Good. There’s no pressure here. I don’t want you to get hit with the whole weight of expectations you’re not ready for. But I’d like to continue this too.”
“That’s all right then. It seems like we’re on the same page.” I beam up at him. “Right?”
He huffs. “Right.
“Good. Then I need to go find Fred before the poor dog thinks I’ve completely abandoned him.”
