Mayra nodded, and I saw her bottom lip disappear beneath her teeth as I positioned myself between her legs, took a deep breath, and shifted my hips forward.
Not much happened.
“Here…” Mayra reached down and repositioned me a bit, and I moved forward again with about the same amount of luck.
I closed my eyes, trying to stop my mind from spinning into the terrifying circles of self-fulfilling prophecy.
Mayra moved around a little under me, pulling her legs up and bending her knees so they were right up against my hips.
“Try again,” she said. Her fingers were still wrapped around me, and I moved with her guidance. Once the head was pressed against her opening, Mayra released me and reached up to grip my shoulders. This time when I moved forward, I felt her body spread and give in to the pressure.
For the briefest moment, it felt like there wasn’t enough room for me to get inside of her, but when I pushed just a little harder, that pressure was gone, and my cock sank into her partway as Mayra gasped and dug her fingernails into my skin.
“Are you okay?” I asked through panting breaths. My mind warred between the feeling of her tight body gripping half my dick and the pain of her nails in my flesh.
“Yes.” She was panting, and her eyes squeezed shut for a minute.
“Are you sure?”
“Just…give me a second.”
I held completely still, watching Mayra’s face as she moved slowly under me, adjusting her position for a moment before lying back against the bed and sighing.
“I hurt you,” I said softly.
“No,” she said, “you didn’t. It feels…strange…but it doesn’t hurt now. Just for a second.”
“You’re okay?”
“Yes,” she said. Her hips shifted, which sent some pretty interesting feelings up my cock, into my balls, and then right up my spine. I groaned, arching my back a little, as she moved again.
“You like that?” she asked. Her expression was one of awe and amusement combined.
“Yes,” I answered. “It’s different…I like it. I like it a lot.”
“Are you”—she paused a minute, her face tingeing red again—“all the way in?”
I looked down and shook my head.
“Not yet.”
“Keep going.”
“Okay.”
I pulled out a short way and then pushed forward again. She tightened her fingers on my shoulders but didn’t dig in. Another nod from her, and I pushed a little harder, feeling myself become flush with her, all the way in.
All the way.
Much like when her hand was around me the first time, I couldn’t think of anything else but the sensation, no matter how hard I tried. I wanted to think about website design, past school projects, the weather—anything but this feeling of her warm, tight, wet flesh encompassing the most sensitive part of my body. I couldn’t, and I had to pull out.
“What’s wrong?” Mayra asked.
“Too much,” I said. “Feels too good. I don’t want to…not too soon. Just give me a sec.”
Mayra stayed still, patiently waiting for me, which was one of the best things about her. It only took a minute before I could breathe easily again and was ready for another try. I didn’t need help lining up this time, and when I pushed inside of her, my cock slid in easily.
“Oh, wow.” Mayra sighed.