The lady and the rogue (Hat + Rawrg

As her entrance stretched and contorted to fit his girth, her trembling body calmed and she lay back against the bed. She still held fast to his hand, though her grip had loosened considerably. "Nn..." She murmured weakly, almost sleepily, reaching up with her free hand to touch his cheek with her finger tips.

He slowly, ever so slowly began to move again inside her. It seemed like the right time. Still, his hands and voice went to comforting her, petting her hair and murmuring soothing words.

Elizabeth's body remained tense, but not so tense as before. Her muscles were not straining and keeping her in a curved shape; she was merely grasping at the sheets, her legs wrapped around his hips as he moved around slowly. It felt a little good...

He took his time, maintaning his pace, kissing her lips and petting her hair. He cared more for her every moment he was with her.

This is the one I will marry.

Elizabeth whimpered. It felt okay now, and it was starting to be more than okay. He was taking his good, sweet time, and it didn't really hurt anymore. She kissed him and then, involuntarily, moaned softly, her breasts rising as she took a deep breath. "Uhn..." She grasped his hand.

Slowly, carefully, he increased his pace, squeezing her hand as he leaned down to kiss her nipple.

Elizabeth moaned again, a little louder this time, the extra stimulation greatly appreciated. It felt super good. She gripped his hand tightly and looked up into his eyes, her breathing growing more and more rapid.

Soon, he too began to feel the pleasure creeping in his body. He murmured her name as he slid into and out of her, kissing her neck and lips and ears and collar as he felt instinct slowly take him over.

Elizabeth was starting to feel the same way she had when he was between her legs. She felt that weird sensation in her gut and a tingling between her legs. Her eyes squeezed shut and she wrapped her legs around his waist, letting out a low moan from her chest.

Going almost full speed now, he joined her cries, fondling her breasts as he moved inside her. He could feel it now, but he held back. He wanted it to be her first.

Elizabeth let out one final cry as she orgasmed. It was still soft, almost timid, but it was there. Her whole body tensed up, including her entrance, which spasmed around him and choked his member of all its fluids. Her toes curled and she grasped tighter at his hand until, finally, she fell exhaustedly back onto the bed, gasping for air.

He came moments behind, grunting as he came in her entrance, falling atop her slowly. He smiled, kissing her neck and hugging her, his eyes slowly closing.

Elizabeth's chest heaved as she finally caught a breath, though she was still very hot and quite flustered. What a night. Her arms wrapped around him weakly and she swallowed hard, closing her eyes.

Jeremy pulled the blanket over the two of them, as he slipped into sleep slowly.

Elizabeth lay awake a while longer. He was shrinking inside of her, and it was such an odd feeling... Her insides felt like they were on fire, as did every orifice and pore... What an uncomfortable feeling. She thought, though, that it was only her first time, and that it surely wouldn't feel this strange again. Sighing softly, she wrapped her arms a little tighter around him and closed her eyes tightly.

Jeremy awoke that morning to the sound of song. Beautiful song. Blearily, he stumbled out of bed. The music lured him to the door to the bath, the gentle sound of splashing within. She must be bathing, he thought to himself quietly.

Elizabeth was, indeed, bathing. She'd woken up that morning with some dried blood down her thigh and feeling quite... filthy. The sweat and grime that came with sex mixed with the guilt she had for not waiting until marriage left a horrible taste in her mouth, and she hoped a bath might help her feel better. As she'd begun washing herself, she'd begun singing. It was a soft tune about a young Russian rose who wilted whenever a storm cloud was overhead.

Jeremy gently knocked on the door gently. "Nightengale?" he called. "M-may I c-come in?"

Elizabeth's heart skipped a beat when she heard him. She was startled, was all, as she hadn't heard him get up. "Y-yes, come in..." She managed softly, a lump forming in her throat. She was afraid that, maybe, he didn't love her anymore, that he had gotten his fill and now he was going to return her to her family.

He walked up to her and smiled. "Your voice.... it's beautiful." he murmured, taking the soap from her hands and gently washing her back. "I chose a fitting pet name indeed."

Elizabeth blushed as he washed her. She looked nervous, maybe even scared of him. "I-it is necessary for a y-young lady t-to have many s-s-skills..." She managed softly, looking at her toes, immersed in the warm water.

Jerey gently kissed the back of her neck, rinsing her soft hair and playing with it carefully."I love you." he murmured.

Elizabeth's body relaxed visibly when he spoke, though it was evident that she was still terribly nervous around him. "I-I love you too." She murmured, reaching up to touch his cheek. It was weird for her that she couldn't see any part of him despite the fact that she could feel him.

His hands slipped around to hold her close, meeting around her belly as he gently kissed her neck. "You're nervous."

Elizabeth squeaked softly as his fingers tickled her sides, and then leaned gently back against him. She wanted him to climb in with her instead of sitting outside the tub, it was awkward that way. "Y-yeah..." She managed, voice shaky.