Part Nine: The First Time

Rob pushed forward, slowly, carefully, feeling Katie’s tightness resist him for a moment before giving way, her body opening to accept him, her walls clenching around him as he sank deeper, inch by inch, until he was fully seated inside her, until he could feel her heartbeat around his cock, until they were joined completely.

Katie gasped, her eyes wide, her mouth open in a silent cry. She was so tight, so hot, so perfect that Rob had to fight not to come immediately, had to focus on her, on making this good for her, on not hurting her.

“Are you okay?” he managed, his voice strained, his body trembling with the effort of holding back.

“Yes,” Katie breathed, her eyes finding his, shining with tears that weren’t from pain. “Yes, you’re—it’s—I’ve never felt—”

“Move,” Kim instructed, her hand on Rob’s chest, feeling his heartbeat, feeling the connection between them. “Slowly at first. Let her get used to you.”

Rob pulled back, just an inch, then pushed forward, and Katie moaned, her hips rising to meet him, her body learning the rhythm, learning the pleasure. He did it again, and again, slowly building a pace, watching her face for any sign of discomfort, any indication he should stop.

But there was none. Only pleasure, only wonder, only the dawning realization of what sex could be, what it should be, when it was with someone who cared, who knew what they were doing, who wanted her to feel good.