Eleanor's POV
Dinner was great. Well, someone who had few too many drinks at the bar caused a little scene but he was quickly escorted out and we finished our meal without another hiccup.
I was currently pressed against our bedroom door with Ivana's tongue down my throat. I gently pushed on her chest for air but also to talk.
"Baby," I whispered.
"Hm?"
"I'm scared," I said.
She kissed below my ear.
"I know," she whispered, "we don't have to do anything if you're not ready."
"No... I want to," I said, playing with her belt nervously, "but I'm scared it will hurt."
"If I ever hurt you, you tell me to stop," she said in a serious tone, "we go as slow or as fast as you want."
I nodded and leaned up to kiss her again.
"Thank you," I mumbled.
Soon my dress and her clothes were in a pile on the floor. I was laid on my back in the centre of the bed while Ivana hovered over me.
"Are you ready?" She asked.
"Yes," I whispered.
She slowly pressed her dick inside me. I let out a quiet scream. She stopped but I urged her to keep going. Soon she began to rock slowly and the pain turned into pleasure.
"Hmmm," I moaned, "faster."
She gave me an unsure look but slowly increased her pace.
"Uh! Mm," I moaned.
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Ms Arty
RomanceEleanor Arty is a high school principal. She and Ivana Malcom, a high school senior, have been having secret relations. Disclaimer: this is the first book I've written and published, it's not great and is kind of fast paced. Please be nice!
