insurgents | OPEN POST.

Mary ran her hands over his chest as he settled inside of her. "You feel wonderful," she whispered to him.

When he stopped, the two of them simply laid there for a moment. For Mary, it gave her time to just enjoy the feeling of having him deep within her. Then, she tentatively rocked her hips up against his, moaning lightly at the sensation it sent through her body.

"So do you, Mary," Jim sighed, resisting the urge to move, even if feeling her this tight around him nearly drove him crazy. He wouldn't move until he was sure he wouldn't hurt her, or at least that the pleasure would be enough to drown out whatever pain or discomfort she might feel.

When her hips shifted and rocked towards him, his whole body tensed and he let out a gasp, mouth hanging open and eyes screwed shut. Fingers curled into the sheets and immediately his hips moved to match hers, his cock sliding out of her just a couple of inches before he pushed back in, moaning again.

Mary gasped too at the feeling of pressure, but then she grinned up at him. She moved a leg up over his hip to help give him room to thrust into her. One hand moved to his hair, fingers brushing lovingly through him as she watched his face in pleasure.

"Go ahead," she said quietly. "You're not hurting me."

One of his hands eased from the sheets, fingers brushing through her hair, and he smiled down at her, leaning down to press his lips briefly to hers. His body moved again, hips rolling in a small tentative thrust, slowly followed by another as he started on a careful pace.

He was aching for more, honestly, aching to go faster, to push deeper, but she felt so tight, each thrust nearly driving him crazy. Until she eased around him a little more, he wouldn't risk hurting her more than she could bear.

She smiled against his mouth, which quickly turned into a moan as soon as he started moving again. He should be able to tell by the noises that she made that she was enjoying herself. There was still a bit of pain, but the pleasure of having him inside of her more than made up for it.

"Please," Mary whispered. "It feels so good, Jim." She felt ready for him to move a bit faster and thrust a bit more deeply.

One hand cupping her face, he kissed her, thumb sliding across her jaw and down her neck and throat. The next thrust was just a little quicker, less of a pause between one and the other, building up to a speed that was more satisfying than frustrating for him.

His hand slid farther down her torso, palm grazing her breast, lower across her waist and hip until he was curling his fingers around her thigh. He tugged it farther up to his waist, so she was spread just a little wider and he could push deeper into her with each thrust.

Her cries grew louder when he grabbed her leg and opened her even more widely. It was clear from the smile on her face though that she was in pleasure, not pain.

"You feel so big," Mary said with a grin. It was more a statement of fact than an appeal to his ego. She felt extremely full, but it was a good feeling. Mary pulled his lips back up to hers, kissing him passionately as he continued to move above her.

Lips parted to deepen their kiss, soft sounds spilled into her mouth as he kept moving, hips rocking at a steady pace against her. Breaking the contact, his head felt light and he panted a little for air, his free hand propping on the mattress so his upper body lifted up more and he could see her, watch her beneath him as he kept moving in deep thrusts into her.

Mary looked down between them, moaning as she saw him moving in and out of her. This pace was perfect, even if she might be a bit sore afterwards. The pleasure still outweighed the pain.

She was surprised at how long Jim could go, but then her own experiences were limited, so perhaps she didn't know. Mary kissed his nose and his cheeks, her gaze returning to his face and focusing on how amazing he looked while lost in pleasure. "I love you," she murmured.

He was trying to last a little longer for her, wait until she found her pleasure, but it was getting more and more difficult for him. She felt wonderfully tight and he'd wanted this, wanted her for so long, that he could feel his own pleasure piling up fast until he was looking right at the edge, so close to tipping over it.

So he moved faster, shifting the angle of his hips slightly as he thrust harder into her. His hand moved from her thigh and slipped between their bodies, thumb manoeuvring to the point where his cock slid into her, pressing gently against her clit before starting on quick strokes, matching the rhythm of his hips and hoping to get her closer to an orgasm.

She cried out when his hand slipped between her legs, finding the sensitive nub there. The feeling of him inside of her and the stimulation of her clit helped increase her pleasure. "Jim..."

He could let go if he wanted to and then take care of her afterwards. It might take a while until they were able to come at the same time. Mary saw the look of need on his face and gently kissed his temple. "It's alright... let go, my love."

She was right, of course— it was silly of him to expect or hope that he could get her to come before or at the same time as him. So as she urged him to let go, he did just that, the tension in his body shifting and seeping out of him as he moaned, thrusting hard into her a few more times until he reached climax.

His hand moved away and curled around her waist her instead, lifting her up and closer to him while he kept moving through his orgasm, spilling himself completely into her. His hips rolled in quicker and more frantic movements, moans and cries turning to relieved gasps as he eventually started to slow down, body softening and practically sinking down on top of hers. "Mary..."

Mary watched him come, fascinated by the look on his face and the sounds of obvious relief that flowed from his mouth. She continued to stroke his hair and caress him cheek while he trembled in pleasure. Her legs were locked behind his back, not wanting him to slip out in all of his writhing.

She grinned at him as he came down. Mary carefully pushed on his shoulder in order to help turn them on their sides. It would be easy for him to continue touching her that way..

Jim let himself be pushed easily onto his side, gasping as the shift had him pulling out of her. Leaning in to kiss her, he guided her leg to drape over him, hand dipping low between them so his fingers found her heat, slowly stroking along her slit in a gentle but firm touch.

She opened herself to him and let him touch her, a shiver of pleasure going down her spine.

"You know where I want your hand," she murmured with a smile. If he wanted her to own her sexuality then she would try to. Feeling his fingers along her folds was pleasurable, but she knew where her real pleasure lay.

His lips stretched slowly into a smile at those words, and he kept planting soft kisses against her mouth, not lingering for long enough that he couldn't hear every sound she'd let out. Fingertips brushed along her slit in teasing touches, soon traveling up to the sensitive spot she'd guided him to before, pads of his index and middle finger moving in a few testing circles around the swollen knot of nerves.

Mary moaned a bit more loudly when he touched her most sensitive place, her toes curling in delight and her legs opening further for him. "Mmm, there..." she whispered against his lips. One of her hands clasped his free one, lacing their fingers together. Each stroke of his fingers sent a bolt of lightning through her body as he quickly built her up towards orgasm.

He breathed warmly against her lips, kissing them distractedly as his fingers gradually picked up pace. He held her hand tightly as he moved his fingertips against her in more present touches, rubbing in light circles and quick flicks until he found the motions that made her react more intensely, only to repeat them over and over again, wanting to make her feel as great as he had felt just moments ago.

Her eyes fluttered closed as she focused on the feeling of his fingers flicking over her clit. Mary whispered his name again and again until finally the pleasure was too great. Her body stiffened and she fell over the edge.

Her hips continued to buck against his hand as she trembled in ecstasy, gasping for air. It was the first orgasm given to her by someone other than herself and it felt absolutely incredible. Her lips curled up in a grin as she laid her head back down on the pillow, her body finally spent.

His fingers moved faster as she started unraveling, breathing deeply as he watched her tense and coil, working her fast towards her orgasm. He didn't slow down even as she tipped over the edge, fingering her fast until the waves of pleasure had washed completely over her, finally slowing down to a halt and sliding his hand down until he was cupping her completely between her legs.

Leaning down to kiss her lips softly, he dipped two fingers past her folds to gather some of the wetness there, then he lifted his hand up and licked the taste of her off of his fingertips.

Mary watched him lick his fingers, her eyes bright with desire for him, then immediately wrapped her leg around him and pulled him in for a kiss. She tasted what she presumed was herself on his lips, not finding it to be terrible. Mary sucked for a long moment on his lower lip and then laid back, her fingers idly stroking his chest.

"I love you. That was perfect."

He hummed against her lips, closing his eyes and tipping his head to fit their mouths together. His hand slid up and down her back, settling on her side as she pulled from the kiss, fingertips ghosting up the skin of her arm.

"I love you too, Mary," he smiled, leaning down to plant a quick kiss to the tip of her nose, then her cheek. "You make me a very happy man."

She grinned. "I'm so glad. That was so much better than my first experience."

Even beyond the fact that Pamuk had died, he was a terrible lover. She hadn't come, hadn't felt hardly any pleasure at all. With Jim, every second was wonderful and her body was still tingling from the orgasm he had given her.

"I'm glad, Mary." He took her hand, lifting it up to kiss her palm and the inside of her fingers. "It was wonderful for me too."

A little tame, but they had plenty of time, and Jim had no doubt Mary would like trying new and exciting things just as much as Jim would. Complaining was the farthest thing from his mind, too. He'd wanted her for so long, his skin was still itching and his insides fluttering from the pleasure he got from her, and the pleasure he gave her too.

"But I'm not quite done with you, yet."

"You're not?" She cocked an eyebrow at him. "What else did you have in mind, husband?"

Mary was certainly game for another round. Wasn't that what their wedding night was for? Exploring each other and seeing how many different ways that they could bring each other pleasure?

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