“Look at me-into my eyes.” Her words were breathless-it excited her to see him, to hear him, like this. His eyes were open, barely, but he focused on her face. “Do you feel it between us?”

He nodded, gulped.

“This is everything, right here, you and me.” She knelt above him, now, still straddling, one hand pressed against his chest, the other encircling his cock. “This is what moves the world. This is life. This is love.”

His eyes were wide now. She saw surprise, a glimpse of fear, realization. That last thrilled her as she positioned herself over him, guided him.

“Do you really feel it?” She whispered, his cock poised, ready.

His hands moved over her belly-soft, flat, quivering-cradling her hips in wonder, as if he held the whole of creation between his hands. And he did.

“Do you feel it here?” Holly squeezed his cock, eliciting a low moan.

“Yes.”

“Do you feel it here?” She rubbed her hand over his chest, his heart, looking deep into his eyes.

He swallowed, nodded. “Yes. Yes.”

“Remember,” she whispered, shifting her hips and letting him inside of her. He was young, inexperienced, and had never felt the first blissful moment of entry. She

didn’t expect him to last past that moment, and was surprised when his eyes stayed focused on hers instead of closing in climax, his hands steady on her hips.

“You’re so beautiful.” His words were so genuine they made her flush with pleasure, and she showed him her gratitude, moving her hips in slow, easy circles.

His eyes did flutter closed then, but she pressed him, “look at me,” and he did.

“Don’t try to escape from the feeling. Come into it. With me.” She leaned in to capture his mouth, their kiss soft but full of feeling. “With me.” He moved naturally, his hips rocking with her. “Oh my god.”