He moved gently inside her. Her head had fallen back and she was moaning softly, rocking her hips up to meet his.

She was catastrophically beautiful. He couldn't believe that he was with her like this, that he was touching her, he was inside her. He couldn't believe he had been able to make himself wait for this long.

He mouthed kisses all over her forehead as they moved together.

"Oh my darling-… I love you. I love you."

She moaned in response, gasping words of love in reply. Moving one of his hands between their bodies, he managed to caress her breast with his thumb and she let out a quiet wail. He swallowed it on his own lips, remembering the need to be quiet but almost hating himself for it, wanting to hear her.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, cradling him, pulling him in, so tight and so high that he could feel her heels digging into his bottom. It was wonderful. Gods, it was wonderful. He couldn't have felt closer to her, more together than they were as they moved. This was delicious. The feel of their bodies together. He found himself wondering what she would taste like, if she would let him-… He could hear himself breathing heavily, he needed to hold on, to wait for her but his restrain was wearing away with every cant of her hips.

But she was clutching onto him, her hand was tightening on his shoulder, her hips rolled against his as she arched her back with release. He kissed her soundly, muffling her cry. He thrust into her twice more and then he came as well, spilling inside her, groaning into the crook of her neck.

Nothing had ever been like this before. He hadn't known it could be like this. As soon as he could lift his head, he looked up at her face, and saw her eyes shining. He caressed her face with his hand.

"Are you alright?" he asked her in a low voice, "Did I hurt you?"

"No," she replied, "You were-… That was perfect, Roland."

He smiled.

"Thank you so much for this, Grace," he murmured, kissing her forehead.

"You don't have to thank me," she replied, "I love you."

He kissed her lips.

They broke apart, moved to lie side by side in his little bed.

"Nothing is ever going to be the same after this," she murmured.

"Do you want it to be?" he asked.

"No," she replied firmly, "I don't."

End.

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