"Are you sure?" I ask, searching her eyes for any hesitation.
"I want this. I want you, Ash. That is, if you want?—"
I’m beyond want. I’m at sheer necessity. I need her like I need my next breath.
I thrust hard, driving inside Hannah until I’m seeped deep inside her. I’m vaguely aware of her gasping. Mostly, I feel an intense surge of pleasure. But it’s more than physical. It spirals out to every cell, filling them with energy. Instead of cold and empty, I feel warm and whole. Something I haven’t felt in ten years.
15
HANNAH
Ifeel a sharp pinch and intense pressure as Ash pushes inside me. Mother warned me it would hurt, but I wasn't prepared for this peculiar mix of sensations. Not exactly painful, but definitely not the blissful experience my friends raved about.
My friends painted such vivid pictures of their first times describing sparks and tingles and waves of pleasure. Were they exaggerating? Making it sound better than reality to seem more worldly and experienced?
The discomfort makes me wonder if I'm doing something wrong. Maybe there's some secret to it that no one thought to tell me. Or perhaps those romance novels I snuck from my mother's shelf filled my head with unrealistic expectations.
I try to relax, remembering how good Ash's touches felt before. The way he made my body sing with just his fingers and mouth. But this is different, more intense, more overwhelming.
I'm grateful for Ash's earlier attention, at least. The lingering sensitivity helps distract from the strange fullness, the slight burning sensation. Still, I can't help questioning whether this is what all the fuss is about, why my friends giggled and sighed over their experiences.
Ash starts to move, and something changes inside me. The stinging sensation melts away, replaced by waves of warmth that ripple through my body. Each thrust builds on the last, stoking a fire that begins to burn hotter.
My fingers dig into his shoulders as the pleasure intensifies. It's different from before. Deeper, fuller, more all-consuming. When he touched me earlier, the sensations stayed localized, but this spreads through my entire body like wildfire.
"Oh," I gasp, my back arching of its own accord. My body knows what it wants even if my mind can't quite comprehend it.
The friction creates sparks that shoot up my spine. Raw, primal energy courses through me.
I'm lost in the rhythm of our bodies moving together. Every nerve ending feels electrified. My skin tingles wherever it touches his. The pressure builds low in my belly, familiar yet completely new at the same time. It's like what I felt when he used his fingers but magnified tenfold.
My breath comes in short pants. I can't think straight. All I know is the way he moves inside me, how perfectly we fit together. The universe has narrowed to just this moment, just us.
Ash stills when he hears my gasp, his blue eyes searching my face. "Are you okay?" His voice comes out rough but gentle.
I nod, touched by his concern. This isn't the cold, distant man who's been avoiding me for days. His hand cups my cheek, thumb stroking softly as he watches my expression.
"Tell me if it hurts too much," he whispers, pressing a kiss to my forehead. The tender gesture makes my heart flutter.
He moves slowly, carefully, letting my body adjust to each sensation. His patience surprises me. I'd expected quick and mechanical, not this intimate dance.
Ash takes his time. Each thrust brings less pain and more pleasure until I'm arching into him, wanting more. My handsexplore the muscles of his back, marveling at how safe I feel beneath him.
This isn't just physical. There's an emotional intimacy I wasn't prepared for. The way he watches my face, reads my reactions, adjusts to my needs, it makes me feel cherished.
Ash's movements become more urgent, his careful restraint giving way to raw need. His breathing grows ragged against my neck, and the change in his rhythm sends new sparks of pleasure coursing through me.
His intensity feeds my own desire. Each thrust hits deeper, harder, stoking the fire building inside me. My nails dig into his shoulders as I cling to him, overwhelmed by sensations I never knew existed.
Then it hits me, a wave of pleasure so intense my vision blurs. My body tightens around him as ecstasy crashes through me. I cry out, clutching him closer as I shatter into a thousand glittering pieces.
I've never felt anything like this, this complete surrender, this pure bliss. In this perfect moment, there's no room for doubt or fear or guilt. There's only Ash and the incredible sensations he's awakened in me.
He groans deeply as if experiencing something profound, then drives deeper inside me. His thrusts become erratic. I can't help but match his pace, chasing the exquisite pleasure he's shown me.
“Oh… Fuck…” He plunges in hard, and warmth fills me.
He collapses on top of me. Our sweat-slicked bodies cool quickly in the night air.
