Lenora
River lined up at my center, and I felt the first nudge of his invading member. Instinctively I tensed up, knowing that the first time was supposed to hurt. At least, that’s what I heard, from gossiping girls in highschool, and from the junk novels that I’d secretly read under the stairs.
“Don’t tense up,” River said, his voice like warm, soothing caramel. “Just relax, and let me in.”
I tried to do as he instructed. I drew in a deep breath and willed my body to be soft and yielding. River braced himself and eased himself in slowly. “Oh sweetheart,” he groaned, squeezing his eyes closed. I couldn’t tell if it was in pain, or in pleasure. “You are so tight.”
Was that supposed to be a good thing or a bad thing? I was waiting for the ripping, searing pain that was supposed t
