stephrogers | Medoria

She was getting so wet from what he was doing. When he withdrew, she opened her eyed and stared down at him. "why'd you stop?"

"Because I'd like your first time to be a little more... personal." Moving his hand up to curve about her breast - slick fingers rubbing gently at her nipple - he moved up atop her. Slowly moving down, he let her feel his self pressing gently against her skin, descending for the kiss.

She felt his hardness against her and Steph kissed him, hoping she conveyed the need for him to touch her intimately again.

One hand curving about her back, the other gently cupped about her breast, he entered her again. Kissing her, he began to rock slowly in and out of her - careful with his movements. His goal was to bring her to the edge, but not to push her over just yet.

She cried out again and rocked more against him, feeling something hot coil up tighter and tighter inside her. She kissed him passionately.

He wrapped his arm tight about her, keeping up the pressure on her breast as he worked to keep the heat inside her - no release for either of them, even as he felt that same building pressure inside himself; breaking up the rhythm, fast, slow, kissing gently - anything he needed to hold her a moment more, until he could pause on the edge with her - and kiss her just as passionately as he held her tight, and pushed them both off.

"More," she gasped. "Nathaniel..."

"More," he promised, thrusting into her; he was ready; but he wouldn't let himself go until he knew he could take her with him.

She curled around him and kissed him over and over. The coil was tightening more and more. "I...i...oh..." She moaned.

Again he thrusted, mouth closing over hers, catching at her lip as she pulled away; there was quiet intensity to his movements - a desire to make this perfect, spoken through his body as best he could.

She thrusted back, her gasps getting closer and closer. She held onto him right and moaned in between gasps. she was almost there.

He kissed her again, thrusting into her again as his hand squeezed about her flesh, trying to lift her in towards him.

She jerked in his grasp as her orgasm hit her and dept her away. She tightened around him and moaned.

And he came, shuddering as he released himself into her at last, lips fiercely pressing against hers in a silent demand for more.

She kissed him back as get body moved against him.

The kisses slowed, and stopped, though the rocking didn't; and he smiled down at her, as his thumb gently - tenderly - stroked against her nipple.

"That wasn't as bad as I was told. Um the first time, I mean."

"The second time is better," he promised her, kissing her gently. "And the third. But I hope it didn't hurt too much?"

"Barely," she gasped. Her hips were rolling against his again.she kissed him back.

He pressed into her again, wanting her to feel it a second time. A little bit of pain could be good in bed - but she should see what it was like without that.

"Later, I might have to introduce you to tools."

"Tools? Tools for what?" She moaned and brought him in for a deeper kiss.

"You need to ask?" he went willingly, slipping his tongue between her lips to explore some more.

She made an affirmative noise and licked along his tongue add well.

"Tools for this," he told her, thumb pressing hard against her nipple. "Vibrators; chains; things like that."

Her eyes widened at that.

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