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He used one hand to line his erection up at her entrance. She bent her legs and parted them more to give him better access.

He nudged her with the tip of his shaft, and she inhaled sharply at the pressure. Then exhaled slowly as he pushed farther in.

With a stifled groan, he drew back slightly, realigned, and slid in again.

She might be small, but there was room for him. He stretched her fully, but it didn’t hurt.

“Oh fuck,” he breathed, rolling his hips slightly as he got all the way in.

She made a mumbling sound in response, all the sensations clamping down again.

“How is that?” he asked, lifting his head from where he’d been trying to look between their bodies. “How are you feeling? Are you taking it okay?”

He seemed to want a real answer, so she worked to give him one. “Y-yeah. It feels good.”

“Okay, good.” He let out a long breath and rolled his hips again, closing his eyes as if he was dealing with all the sensations she was.

They took a minute to adjust. Then he gave an experimental little thrust.

She gasped and reached up to grab for his neck.

He checked her face and evidently liked what he saw there. He thrust again.

She gasped again at the spirals of pleasure.

“Okay,” Jude murmured. “I think this is going to work for us. I think you’re liking it. But if anything changes, you’ve got to let me know.”

“I will. But I… I like it. I want you to…” She was almost too self-conscious to admit it, but she made herself tell him the truth. “I want you to really move.”

He made a throaty sound and almost smiled. Then he began to thrust for real, rocking his hips rhythmically at a fast, steady tempo that shook her body and stimulated so many nerve endings that she gasped on each instroke.

Soon she responded to the urges of her body and pumped her hips to match his thrusts. She bent her knees up higher and dug her fingernails into the back of his neck.

“Yes,” he rasped. His face was tense with effort now, his skin damp with perspiration. But there was no question that he was feeling just as good as she was. “That’s right. You’re doing so good. Move just like that.”

She might have thought that kind of encouragement would feel patronizing, but it didn’t. It made her inner muscles clamp down with excitement as she rocked eagerly beneath him.

“I want you to come again,” he said, losing his breath as much as she was. “Okay? It feels like you’re close.”

“Mm-hmm.” She couldn’t make more than that strangled sound as her rising climax surged forward. Her hair felt like it was everywhere, and her vision was blurring over.

He pumped harder and faster until she arched her neck and opened her mouth wide in a silent cry as the pleasure finally peaked.

“There it is,” he murmured as her body shuddered through the orgasm. “That’s so good. Oh fuck, you feel so good.”

The more he spoke, the longer the spasms were sustained, until she was saturated by bone-deep pleasure.

She’d come down enough to focus back up on his face as he fell out of rhythm too. His heavy breathing turned into soft grunts. Urgent. Almost primal.

He let out a long groan as his body froze and then shook through his release. He came inside her and then stayed poised above her, staring down at her as they both panted loudly.

Then he finally slid out, rolled off her, and collapsed on the bed beside her.

She turned to look at him, and they smiled at each other.

She had no idea what to say, so she didn’t say anything. It took a while before Jude returned to his normal calm, verbal self. When he did, he said, “I think we did pretty good for a first time. Definitely nothing disappointing about that.”

She relaxed into another smile, trying not to giggle in satiation and relief. “Definitely not disappointing. Thanks for making it so easy for me. I didn’t even feel too awkward or anything.”

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