So I move in her, as natural as breath. It’s been a long time since I’ve done this. I watch the candlelight flicker on her face, watch as she tosses her head back and forth.

When I’m sure it isn’t hurting her, I kiss her temple and whisper “I’m going to do it slow for a while. Then I’m going to ***** you really hard and fast.”

She is biting her lip, still holding back, but tossing her head back and forth. I marvel at the way her breath comes in time with each thrust, as if I’m driving the air out of her. I have a sudden desire for her to do it to me, so I can understand what she’s feeling.

Her lips are parted and she is breathing audibly. It makes me want to go faster, so I quicken, moving, trying to elicit more from her. It works.

She scratches her nails hard down my back and I cry out screeching, god, it’s hot, feeling her open and begging under me like this. And I wind up moving faster, a little earlier than I’d planned.

The blunt pressure on my ***** is driving me crazy, teasing me, and I start to move faster.

“Oh!” she says, and suddenly I want to see more of that reaction. I move in her faster and harder, feeling my pleasure build slowly. We go on like that for a long time.

I open my mouth to ask her if she’s okay, but she is arching under me, eyes flashing, whispering “so ***** good.”

“Yeah?”

“***** ***** me!”

My eyes widen but she is actually lost in it; she doesn’t notice. Mission accomplished. She tosses her head back and moves back and forth, whimpering, clawing my back, pulling my hair. She is making sweet guttural noises that I’ve never heard before, and which feel like precious gifts. What she is giving to me feels like the pinnacle of my existence.

“Ohgod. California!” She hisses.

I stop instantly, pull out, and undo her legs.

“What’s wrong?” I crawl back up over her and my hair falls down around us.

But she instantly wraps her legs around me, and her arms around me. “Nothing,” she says, and starts moving. “Everything’s beautiful. Please.”