She felt him chuckle, then gasped as he slid a finger inside of her. He pushed all the way in, then curved up and touched something she couldn’t explain and then, suddenly, she was coming and coming, crying out as the wonder of it filled her. She shook and gasped and still she came, more and more and more until she was finally nothing but a panting, glorious puddle of afterglow, which would have been fine if only she hadn’t started to cry.

The sobs were as unexpected as her orgasm had been. She couldn’t stop and couldn’t catch her breath. Strong arms pulled her close. Soft murmurs told her she would be fine. He held her and rocked her gently until she could breathe.

When she had a bit of control, she grabbed a couple of tissues from the box on the nightstand.

“Sorry. I don’t know what that was.”

“Emotional release.”

“I guess.” She drew back enough to see him. “That was amazing.”

He gave her a smug smile. “Yeah?”

“You know it was.”

“You didn’t take long to get there.”

“I never do.”

One eyebrow rose. “You don’t say.”

They were in a bed, she was naked, she’d just had the best orgasm of her life and then she’d cried. She supposed she should feel awkward or something, but she didn’t. It was all too glorious.

She tossed the tissues on the nightstand, then looked pointedly at his very large erection hiding in his briefs. “Come on. I still want to see.”

The smile returned. “As you wish.”

He rose and stood beside the bed before unselfconsciously taking off his briefs.

And there it was. Her first penis. Okay, not her first, but the first one she’d seen in the flesh, so to speak. He was hard and while it looked painful, she doubted it was. She reached out and put her hand around him, moving back and forth.

He groaned and took her hand away. “That’s dangerous.”

“Oh, right. Because if you come now, we can’t have intercourse for a while.” She picked up the box of condoms and shook it. “Let’s do it.”

“You’re such a romantic.”

“Hey, I’ve been waiting a long time for this, mister. We can do the romance thing later.”

He took out a condom and put it on. She watched his practiced movements, then slid over so there was room for him on the bed. He knelt between her thighs, his gaze locking with hers.

“You’re sure about this?” he asked.

“Yes.” She waved her hand. “I want this. Please. Just impale me.”

“Impale?”

“I thought humor would make you feel better.”

“You’re weird.”

“Fine. Yes. Do it.”

“So impatient.” He braced his arms on either side of her. “It helps if you guide me inside.”

She reached between them and did as he suggested. He eased inside of her, entering her slowly, as if giving her time to get used to him. She focused all her attention on how he seemed to fill her, stretching her a little, but not in a bad way.