He held her completely still like that.
Fully sheathed and buried to the root in the tightest, hottest virgin pussy he had ever felt.
Hips locked against hers.
Mouth sealed over hers.
Arms holding her so tightly she could not even tremble without him feeling every fraction of it.
The cold mountain water continued to lap around their joined thighs and hips.
The moon continued to pour silver light across the wet planes of her back and the dark marks he had left on her neck. Inside her, the virgin walls of her pussy fluttered and clenched extensively before finally and slowly, gradually began to adjust to the thick intrusion that had forced them open.
Sol could feel every tiny pulse of her heartbeat around his cock. Could feel the searing heat that made the cold of the spring feel distant and irrelevant. Could feel the soft, slick grip of her inner flesh trying to decide whether to reject the unfamiliar fullness or accept it.
