In all of Maya's fantasies and daydreams, she had never once imagined her first time with a lover would be outdoors, in a courtyard, on the ground beneath a tree, completely out of wedlock, right in the middle of a festival--oh, and that her lover was a criminal. If her future self had told her past self that this was how she would give away her virginity, she would have recoiled in disgust and disbelief. No way. That didn't sound like her at all. After all, she had always fancied it would happen the usual, proper way: on silken sheets, surrounded by wine and flowers, on her wedding night.
Yet as Lex laid her down on surprisingly soft, thick moss beneath the tree, the stars shining through its branches in a clear black sky, she couldn't help but think this was far more beautiful.
He wanted to keep her forever, he said.
Well, right now she couldn't help him with ideas. She could hardly think at all, not when Lex was naked atop her, her dress bunched up around her hips, her legs spread as he moved between them. Her heart beat faster as she peered up at him, feeling the heat of his body on hers, and though she had told him there was nothing scary about this, she would have been lying if she said she wasn't a little nervous. And then she felt him rub against her and her breath hitched, one hand pressing to her mouth to hold in her gasp, prepared for pain. She had of course heard stories from her married friends, had heard it could hurt before it felt amazing, and that it was just something she needed to bite her lip through—and so she didn't anticipate the shock of pleasure that shot through her when Lex pressed against her clit. A whimper escaped her, her hips jerking, her hands grasping at his arms, and soon she was positively squirming as his fingers teased her with the promise of what was to come even as his cock stroked her.
Oh spirits, she wanted him. Was he going to tease her like this much longer? She was breathless when she felt him shift, felt his fingers replaced by something larger. His mouth covered hers and her arms wrapped around his shoulders, clinging to him, and her soft cry of, "Oh, gods," was muffled when he sank into her. It was only a little, but it was more than she was used to, and it hurt a little as she tensed—but not nearly as much as she expected, more of a slight stinging stretch than the searing pain she had been warned of, and still he was moving, easing out and sinking a bit deeper, all throbbing heat. Her thighs squeezed against him, her mouth moving hungrily against his as she sought distraction, little wincing whimpers leaving her with each movement when she wasn't holding her breath in anticipation. And then she felt him go still.
His hips were flush to hers, and she could feel the pulse of him deep inside her, and the residual sting of her body accommodating him. She held as still as he did, almost afraid to move (and not quite sure if or how she should move, anyway) as she fully registered what they were doing, that he was inside her—and the feeling of him filling her so fully only made her blood run hotter.
As did his words.
"I...I think I am?" she murmured against his lips. As ready as she would ever be. She trailed her nails down his back, lightly grazing. "It's, ah, a little sore...but I expected that." Another needy kiss, her teeth gently nibbling his lip. "I was ready when I told you I wanted you."
