Then the first brush of him, the arrow-shaped warmth of him parting me and—my fingers played a piano scale up his arm—filling me in one slow, silken push. He slid his hands up my sides and cupped my breasts, squeezing and stroking, while I got used to the size of him. Then he guided me gradually lower, my toes dancing on the floor as I sank down on him. I closed my eyes, my lips forming silent half-words as I took him. Every millimeter sent a new ribbon of silver pleasure rippling to my core, where they started to twirl into a glowing, incandescent ball. The heat of him inside me, the satiny stretch of him…it woke something in me, an ache I’d never known before. Part of me, still nervous, wanted to go slow. The rest of me wanted all of him. Right. Now.

I straightened my legs and rose a little. Sank again, throwing my head back and gasping as I took more of him. He let me take my time, leaning back and watching me. The third time I sank, my groin kissed his and I knew he was in me to the root.

My eyes fluttered open and I looked straight into scalding, lust-filled green. It felt unbelievably good: just the throb of him was making the silver ribbons of pleasure shiver and dance. And every breath we took pulled those ribbons tighter, drawing more heat and pressure into the glowing ball at my core. I wanted it. But I knew how inexperienced I was, compared to him. I traced my fingers along the tops of his shoulders and looked imploringly at him. Please?

He understood. And, with his hands on my hips, he guided me. He showed me how to lift and sink in just the right rhythm to keep us both teetering on the edge. He showed me how to twist my hips ever so slightly to make him groan and growl. He showed me how to rock, when he was buried in me, so the base of him ground against my clit just right.

I began to explore, growing gradually bolder, until I was riding him, my braid bouncing and slapping against my sweat-covered back, my breasts dancing against his lips and tongue. Our pants and moans filled the little hut, our bodies slapping together as the pleasure tightened and tightened, becoming too dense, too hot, to possibly contain. I felt his hands on my ass, driving me harder and harder, and then all thought ceased and there was only the feeling of him plunging into me, stretching me, faster and faster.

Just as I reached my peak, he grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled, impaling me, grinding up into me, and my world exploded, the waves of pleasure rolling through me again and again until all I could do was cling onto him, panting into his ear as he unleashed in long hot streams inside me.