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(Stacey)
It hurts, but not as much as I feared. I relax a little and he thrusts again. It seems to be working, we are really having sex! I can't believe it's happening, I can't believe I am not a virgin anymore.
I look at his face and his eyes are tightly shut. His expression is so serious, like he is doing a hard work and I want to laugh but he thrusts harder so I cry out instead, bumping my head in an effort to get away.
"Sorry," we both say at the same time.
"Do you want to stop?" William offers, finally looking at me, back from whatever place he was just a second ago.
"No," I whisper, placing a pillow behind my head. "I like it," I say and I mean it.
"Me too," he agrees, closing his eyes again. He keeps up, trying to be more careful and I try to be still. It's not perfect, but first time is not supposed to be perfect. It's still better than I've ever imagined it would be.
"I love you," I murmur, hoping he didn't hear it. I can't help telling him that, even though I know he doesn't like hearing it. He never said it to me, but I don't mind, I love him anyway. He doesn't believe in love ever since his parents separated, and I want to give that faith back to him, if he ever lets me.
He doesn't respond, but he takes me harder, as a punishment. Just a little bit harder, not much, he's gentle and kind even when he's angry, which happens often, unfortunately. It still hurts, but I'm praying for it never to be over. I belong to him, even if he doesn't belong to me. And if I can't keep him, at least I can always be his first…
"Stay!" he cries out, but maybe what he meant to say was my name. I wrap my arms and legs around him, holding him close, not realizing that he wouldn't be able to pull out even if he remembered that he should.
At that moment, I don't care. As he lies dead weight on top of me, bathing me in his sweat, I remember reading somewhere that you can't stay pregnant the first time you do it.
So I just hold him, and I take it all.