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Moaning needily against Jack's lips if only because of the familiarity of it (funny that, given how new it had been just a week or so ago), Flora presses herself down against his hand and his mouth, eyes closed and waiting for him to do it. To take her, to have her, to push them across this portion of the finish line, only he doesn't.
Breathing shakily against his lips, glad for the curtains of hair framing either side of her face and partially hiding her, Flora moves her hips experimentally against his cock. Gods if she isn't wet enough to make this as easy as it could be, but hadn't she heard how much it could hurt? And though she hadn't seen a large array of penises, she knew enough to know that Jack wasn't exactly small, but...oh, she did want it. Right now, right here, and just like this.
Stealing whatever courage she could find from his lips, Flora sits up. Reaching again for one of his hands, this time she tangles her fingers through his for support wondering desperately if he knew what her hesitation meant, and whether he cared. Lowering her hips an inch or so until she felt some faraway sense of resistance, Flora took her bottom lip between her teeth as she curled her legs beneath Jack's and forced him through the delicate barrier of her virginity.
The pain was like a pie: a thin mantle that was hard and bright, followed by a nebulous warmth that stretched and burned. However as Flora's hips lowered and Jack entered her fully, the pain was chased away by a delicious sense of fulfillment that drowned everything else out. The tautness of Flora's expression melted into exquisite and unexpected agony, and it was with a breathless sort of laugh that she released Jack's fingers that he might grasp her fully with both hands now that his support was no longer needed.
Breathing shakily against his lips, glad for the curtains of hair framing either side of her face and partially hiding her, Flora moves her hips experimentally against his cock. Gods if she isn't wet enough to make this as easy as it could be, but hadn't she heard how much it could hurt? And though she hadn't seen a large array of penises, she knew enough to know that Jack wasn't exactly small, but...oh, she did want it. Right now, right here, and just like this.
Stealing whatever courage she could find from his lips, Flora sits up. Reaching again for one of his hands, this time she tangles her fingers through his for support wondering desperately if he knew what her hesitation meant, and whether he cared. Lowering her hips an inch or so until she felt some faraway sense of resistance, Flora took her bottom lip between her teeth as she curled her legs beneath Jack's and forced him through the delicate barrier of her virginity.
The pain was like a pie: a thin mantle that was hard and bright, followed by a nebulous warmth that stretched and burned. However as Flora's hips lowered and Jack entered her fully, the pain was chased away by a delicious sense of fulfillment that drowned everything else out. The tautness of Flora's expression melted into exquisite and unexpected agony, and it was with a breathless sort of laugh that she released Jack's fingers that he might grasp her fully with both hands now that his support was no longer needed.
