I gently pulled away the hands she was using to cover her face, interlocking my fingers with hers to bind her to me. That pink stain on the sheets glowed faintly in the moonlight; it was her virginity's farewell letter, but her shame weighed on her like a burden, subtly hunching her shoulders.
I shifted my hips slightly, feeling the tight, clenched warmth that still enveloped me. With every millimeter, her walls pulsed around me, her wetness wrapping me in slick remnants of that first orgasm.
Willabelle's breath hitched, her eyes flying open wide, but this time, instead of a moan, a whisper escaped her lips: "More...?"
I laughed softly, a low rumble in my throat, wrapping one arm around her waist to press her tighter against me.
"I haven't even started yet. Tonight I'm going to make you completely mine, Willabelle."
I began to move, starting with small, circular shifts; exploring every curve inside her, trying to stretch and accustom her.
