Victoria's gaze was unwavering as it locked with James. "I need you to open me up first," she said, her voice a low, steady command that belied the tremble in her fingers. James nodded, understanding the gravity of what she was asking, what they were about to share. His touch was reverent as his fingers traced the warm, silken skin of her inner thighs, edging closer to where she needed him most waiting in anticipation and desire.
"Like this?" he asked, his fingers, those long skilled ones she had long grown to crave, slipped easily between her folds, already slick and swollen. He found her clit, circled it once then pushed a finger into her slowly. Victoria moaned, her head tipping forward as her inner walls welcomed the intrusion, knees tightening around his hips.
Breath caught, Victoria whispered. "Yes," her eyelids fluttering. "Exactly like that."
James worked with practiced accuracy, knowing her body's responses from their previous encounters. Victoria's hands found purchase on his shoulders, her nails digging crescents into his skin as she adjusted to the intrusion. Her head fell back, exposing the elegant column of her throat, which bobbed as she swallowed hard.
"Another," she gasped between quickening breaths. "Add another finger."
He obliged, sliding a second digit alongside the first, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. Her features tensed momentarily, before relaxing into pleasure, her lips parting as soft moans escaped her. James curled his fingers, finding that spot inside her that made her thighs quiver.
"God, James," she panted, her voice breaking around his name. Her body rocked against his hand, seeking more friction, more fullness. "Another. Please."
The third finger stretched her further, and Victoria hissed through clenched teeth. James paused, but she shook her head vehemently.
"Don't stop," she ordered. Her voice thick with need. "I need to be ready for you."
James continued his ministrations, his thumb finding her clit as his fingers worked her open. Victoria's fingers dug deeper into his shoulders, her body trembling with each stroke against her most sensitive place.
"James," she panted. "One more."
With slow patience, he upped the number.
When he added the fourth finger, her eyes widened, a mixture of pain and sore pleasure contorting her features. Her inner walls clenched around his fingers, so tight he wondered how she would possibly accommodate him.
"That's it," she breathed, adjusting to the fullness. "Move them."
James complied, watching in awe as Victoria fractured before him. Her chest heaved with labored breaths, perspiration beading along her hairline, her skin flushed with arousal. She was magnificent in her entirety.
Ten deliberate strokes of his fingers was all it took. Victoria came with a strangled cry, her body convulsing around his hand, her grip on his shoulders almost painful. She collapsed against him, her forehead pressed to his shoulder as she struggled to catch her breath. James felt her heartbeat thundering against his chest, matching the rapid cadence of his own.
While she recovered, her breath hot against his skin, James slowly withdrew, his hand wet and glistening, but before he could say a word, Victoria pushed him to lay flat on the bed then reached between them to grasp his rigid length. James groaned as she guided him to her entrance, where his fingers had just been.
"Victoria," he whispered.
As she pressed the tip of him into her heat. They groaned in unison then clutched each other tightly in a hug. James felt his scalp prickle with new sensations, a wave of electric awareness washing over him as her body began to engulf him. The wet heat of her was beyond anything he could have imagined during his solitary nights. His thighs tensed with the effort of restraint, his heart pounding so hard he was certain she could feel it through his ribs.
She was impossibly soft, unimaginably sweet. Unbelievably soaking wet. This was more than physical union; it was a melding of something deeper. James knew in that moment that whatever tenuous hold he'd maintained on his heart was gone. He was irrevocably, irretrievably in love with Victoria.
For her part, Victoria labored to accept him, her breath coming in shallow pants as she worked herself down his length. She breathed deeply, consciously relaxing her muscles as she sank down inch by excruciating inch. James stroked her back in long, soothing motions, murmuring idolized praise as she took him in.
Then they both felt it, the resistance of her maidenhead blocking his path. They shuddered simultaneously, the reality of her virginity and what they were about to breach making the moment almost unbearably intimate. Victoria's eyes welled with unshed tears, rimmed in red, matching the glassy emotion in James's gaze.
They looked up at each other at exactly the same moment, no words passing between them, none needed. Her eyes conveyed trust and determination, his promised care and devotion. They leaned in for a kiss that transcended mere physical contact; it was a pledge, a covenant between them.
As their lips moved together, Victoria shifted her hips. There was a moment of increased pressure, then a sharp give as her hymen tore. She froze, a soundless gasp escaping her parted lips. Pain blazed across her features, and James felt pain too rise in his chest as she trembled in his arms.
"Tori," he whispered and held her steady, cupping her face, stroking away at her flushed left cheek with shaking fingers. "Tell me what to do."
She sucked in a shaky breath. "Make me feel better," she managed through gritted teeth.
"How?" James asked, ready to do anything to ease her discomfort.
"My breasts," she gasped. "And my clit. Touch me there."
James did not dally. His hands moved to her breasts, kneading the soft flesh, thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples. He lowered his head to take one peak into his mouth, sucking and gently grazing with his teeth while his fingers found her clit, circling the swollen bud with skilled expertise.
Victoria groaned, caught between the lingering pain and the building pleasure. Her head swam with competing sensations; the sharp ache of her torn maidenhead, the delicious pressure of his mouth on her breast sucking her good, the electric sparks his fingers coaxed from her clit. Her vision blurred, the room seeming to tilt on its axis as her body struggled to process it all.
Gradually, she felt the pain ebbing, overtaken by the pleasure James so skillfully bestowed. She shifted again, taking him deeper until she had engulfed half his length. That was all she could manage for now, but it was enough. The discomfort was still present, a dull throb that reminded her of what she'd surrendered, but it was increasingly overshadowed by something much more potent.
"Are you still in pain?" James asked, his voice strained with concern and restrained desire.
Victoria shook her head. "No more," she said firmly. "Don't talk anymore."
She tightened the grip of their linked fingers, bent over more and began to move, rolling her hips in slow, experimental motions. Her long hair curtained their faces close. Then James's hand stilled, distracted by the sensation of her watery tight heat sliding along his length, her eyes found his.
"Don't stop what you're doing," she instructed then her eyes fluttered closed.
James immediately resumed his attention to her breasts and clit, his mouth hot and wet around her nipple, his tongue flicking the sensitive tip while his fingers worked magic on her bundle of nerves. Victoria tilted her head to the side, her mouth falling open as pleasure cascaded through her.
She moved along his length, adjusting to the unfamiliar sensation of being filled. Each downward motion brought a twinge of discomfort quickly chased by waves of pleasure. She paused in between to catch her breath when it became too much to handle, then started all over again, nonetheless, a few strokes was all it took for her body to seize in orgasm, her inner walls clamping down on him as she shuddered through her release.
As the last tremors subsided, she slumped against him, spent. James gently lifted her chin, concern etched in his features. Despite his own painful arousal, his throbbing need for release, his first thought was for her wellbeing, a testament to months of putting his own needs last.
"Are you alright?" he asked, searching her face.
Instead of answering, Victoria kissed him deeply. With unexpected strength, she changed their positions, rolling onto her back and pulling him on top of her. Her legs spread wide, the heels of her feet touching his narrow waist, a frame seemingly designed for this exact purpose: to make love.
"Put it in," she commanded, guiding him back to her entrance.