She cried out a little as he became rough--because yes it hurt--but she was fast beginning to like how exquisitely sharp the pain was contrasting against the pleasure, and she wrapped her legs high around his waist, slamming up into him with a harsh whimper because it allowed such better access.
As far as a romantic first time went... it wasn't necessarily what the books or movies told Elle she should wish and hope and pray for, and yet she wouldn't have it any other way--covered in dry blood in the middle of the hallway, a few feet away from a dead body. So it wasn't traditional or whatever.
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Date: 2009-07-11 07:27 am (UTC)As far as a romantic first time went... it wasn't necessarily what the books or movies told Elle she should wish and hope and pray for, and yet she wouldn't have it any other way--covered in dry blood in the middle of the hallway, a few feet away from a dead body. So it wasn't traditional or whatever.
She liked it better this way.