Slowly, he inserted himself into her. The fourteen-year-old girl whimpered as he went deeper, and she bent her legs to let out the pressure. Then she felt a sharp pain and he firmly collapsed onto her body on the bed, and she cried out.
She wrapped her arms around his nude form, and moaned, and turned her head to rest it on his left shoulder as she moved her hands around. Her left hand was kept around the tailbone, while her right went from the bottom of his spine to his head. She relaxed a little and grazed his hair. She grinned as tears streamed down from her face. Tonight, they were one.
She moved her hands to wipe them off. Then he lifted himself up, causing her arms to slide off his body and exposing her supple breasts once again. He held both of her hands and positioned himself. She looked into his face. The fifteen-year-old boy's chiselled chest stood still as he said her name softly.
She closed her eyes, held his hands, and waited. Then she felt him moving in deeper. Her neck snapped back as she felt a wave of pleasure hit her. She groaned as he felt him deep inside her. The movement caused her breasts to bounce, further fueling his lust.
She cried out his name again as she stretched her trapped hands a bit before she clasped his hands. Then he moved in again, twisting her hands to better position himself for his release and her pleasure.
As he moved inside her, neither of them was aware of the power he possessed in his very being.
She would be the only person to ever experience it in its purest form.
