[She's heard horror stories from girls at school. Just about everyone on the cheer squad has told her plenty. Fooling around with Jason left her wondering if anything related to sex was supposed to be good for her. The one time she questioned him about it, he had laughed and told her that it wasn't supposed to be for the girls. Girls were just happy pleasing their man. And she had foolishly just accepted that.
But this? This is something more than just good. It isn't just sex, she thinks. Though obviously the physical act is, there's a sense of heightened emotion, that tension that's mounted between them reaching an elevated headiness. Even if she doesn't know any better about how long this should last, it's amazing for her once her body starts to better adjust and she's left reeling with each thrust. Her fingernails dig into him as her hands try to find purchase against his back and his shoulders, and it doesn't take long for her to figure out that it's much better if she hikes her leg upward and legs it curl around him just slightly.
When that happens, it opens her a bit wider, allows for easier and deeper movement. And she actually cries out the first time he steadily drives himself back home within her, and her body rocks along with him. Of course, it helps that his hand is slowly working at her clit. It's so swollen and sensitive, any little touch or press of his finger is enough to make her feel like she might crawl out of her skin. It feels like so much pleasure all at once, that she isn't sure she'll be able to keep going. She does, of course, because she wants this with Eddie. She wants to make the both of them feel good. And right now, the warmth in her belly is building to something good.
Her thighs tremble with the force of it, and she brings her other leg up to wrap around him. Her heels dig into his back as she starts to figure out his rhythm and moves along with him as best as she can, gasping and whining for him as they work together to build a pace that works for them.]
A little faster, Eddie. [She asks him on the tail end of a whimper, her face contorted in pleasure as she feels her body screaming at her in need of release.] Please? Just a little more.
[She doesn't care if it's harder and faster, it doesn't really matter to her right now. His cock is throbbing inside her with every thrust, his fingers toying with her clit making her so incredibly sensitive and needy that she can't think straight. This is the single best experience of her entire life, and she can't believe she ever believed anyone that told her this was sinful or not what girls should want. Now that she's had a taste of what intimacy with someone you care about can feel like, she's not sure she'll ever be able to get enough.
Oh, she wishes she could be more vocal. Do more than just whine and whimper, gasp when things feel good. But she hopes he knows that every murmur and groan of his name is meant to encourage him, meant to show him how damn good this feels. He's so good to her, so gentle and sweet. As far as first times go, she's pretty convinced this is perfect. Even if the situation they're in is terrible, at least now they have this moment together to make some of it worthwhile.]
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But this? This is something more than just good. It isn't just sex, she thinks. Though obviously the physical act is, there's a sense of heightened emotion, that tension that's mounted between them reaching an elevated headiness. Even if she doesn't know any better about how long this should last, it's amazing for her once her body starts to better adjust and she's left reeling with each thrust. Her fingernails dig into him as her hands try to find purchase against his back and his shoulders, and it doesn't take long for her to figure out that it's much better if she hikes her leg upward and legs it curl around him just slightly.
When that happens, it opens her a bit wider, allows for easier and deeper movement. And she actually cries out the first time he steadily drives himself back home within her, and her body rocks along with him. Of course, it helps that his hand is slowly working at her clit. It's so swollen and sensitive, any little touch or press of his finger is enough to make her feel like she might crawl out of her skin. It feels like so much pleasure all at once, that she isn't sure she'll be able to keep going. She does, of course, because she wants this with Eddie. She wants to make the both of them feel good. And right now, the warmth in her belly is building to something good.
Her thighs tremble with the force of it, and she brings her other leg up to wrap around him. Her heels dig into his back as she starts to figure out his rhythm and moves along with him as best as she can, gasping and whining for him as they work together to build a pace that works for them.]
A little faster, Eddie. [She asks him on the tail end of a whimper, her face contorted in pleasure as she feels her body screaming at her in need of release.] Please? Just a little more.
[She doesn't care if it's harder and faster, it doesn't really matter to her right now. His cock is throbbing inside her with every thrust, his fingers toying with her clit making her so incredibly sensitive and needy that she can't think straight. This is the single best experience of her entire life, and she can't believe she ever believed anyone that told her this was sinful or not what girls should want. Now that she's had a taste of what intimacy with someone you care about can feel like, she's not sure she'll ever be able to get enough.
Oh, she wishes she could be more vocal. Do more than just whine and whimper, gasp when things feel good. But she hopes he knows that every murmur and groan of his name is meant to encourage him, meant to show him how damn good this feels. He's so good to her, so gentle and sweet. As far as first times go, she's pretty convinced this is perfect. Even if the situation they're in is terrible, at least now they have this moment together to make some of it worthwhile.]