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Nighttime Visits

Another dinner between Steve and Mary's family had gone well. Of course, Steve was very polite and sociable, so they usually had a tendency to go well. He seemed to be getting along with her uncle, and while the two men were in conversation, Martha had asked Mary about where she felt this relationship was going. Mary didn't want to cause a fuss, so she was deliberately a bit vague. She told her grandmother that she was very fond of Steve. Martha asked about if a proposal was coming, and Mary was again vague. She didn't want to have this conversation with Steve in the room, even if he was on the other side of it. For her part, Martha was concerned, though not distressed. She did like Steve. He just seemed terribly unsuitable for her granddaughter and she wondered what the British contingent would have to say about it. Being Martha though, the idea of their reaction kind of amused her and she decided to let the chips fall where they may. And at least he wasn't the chauffeur.

After saying goodnight, Mary went up to her room, pleased that they'd had another good evening with Steve. They were warming to him, even if Mary didn't think that they would be advocates for this union when the time came to tell her parents about it. She sat down to write a letter to Sybil and had just started when she heard a rapping at the window.

That was curious. It didn't seem to be a branch. Steve usually tossed rocks up when he was trying to get her to go out with him, but he had just left. Mary got up and pulled back the curtain, surprised to see Steve sitting on the other side of the glass in the tree that was just outside her window. She quickly opened it and stuck her head out slightly.

"What are you doing?" she asked in a hushed voice.

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Steve breathed heavily but quietly, working to keep his reactions under control, though for moments it felt like it was a losing battle. He closed his eyes so he wouldn't be overwhelmed by the sight of Mary sucking on him, but the sensations themselves were only all the more intense then.

A few moments longer and he was nudging lightly at her, trying to get her attention. "Mary," he managed to whisper quietly, his tone shaky at best. "You need to... to stop, now."

She pulled back, sucking him out of her mouth. His reaction to her doing that had been wonderful and she planned on finishing him that way another time.

Mary reached for the condom on the bedside table and tore open the package. Placing it at the tip of his cock, she gently rolled it down his length, not wanting to stimulate him too much.

Once it was on, she laid down on the bed and reached out a hand to help him join her.

He'd be all too glad if and when she felt like doing that, honestly. For now, though, he did want more than that, not to mention that he might not have as good a control over himself and the noises he let out if she were to suck him off to completion.

Sucking in a slow breath as she put the condom on him, he let out a sigh as she pulled her hands away, watching her as she lay down on the bed. She really was a sight, and she took his breath away even with the simplest of gestures. Smiling warmly, he took her hand, climbing into bed with her, leaning down to kiss her.

Mary pulled him close to her, pressing her lips gently to his. She still felt wet from her earlier orgasm and hoped that it would be enough for them.

"Do you need to touch me?" she asked quietly. "To do the preparation?" Not that she would ever have a problem with feeling Steve's hands on her.

"We probably should, just to make sure I don't hurt you." They'd only had sex once before, after all. If Mary told him she felt ready and relaxed enough, though, Steve would believe her. "I didn't bring any vaseline with me."

It wasn't absolutely necessary, but with a condom it did help. Steve had forgone it before, granted, but it had been with women more experienced than Mary, and he didn't want to hurt her. If she had nothing, they'd have to be a little more careful, at least at first.

She nodded. Honestly she wasn't sure if she was ready or not, but she wouldn't say no to Steve touching her. Mary laid on her side and raised one of her legs, putting it up over his. She cupped his cheeks in her hands and pulled him in for a kiss. "I love you."

He settled a hand on her waist, leaning in and pressing his lips to hers, lingering there while his fingers drew around her thigh, brushing just barely along the inside of her leg.

"And I love you, Mary," he whispered softly, fingertips brushing past her folds and prodding lightly at her opening. "That felt wonderful... I loved your mouth on me."

She trembled under his fingers, his gentle touch making her shiver. "I loved doing it," Mary said with a smile. "I loved how you looked. One time I'll finish you like that." Even if she wasn't quite sure what she was doing in that regard.

Mary sighed lightly as his fingers pressed against her opening. She trusted Steve not to do anything to hurt her. Meanwhile, her fingers stroked over his chest.

"I'd love that," he said promptly, the mere thought already leaving him feeling excited. She wasn't experienced, he knew that, but it was just new enough that it really wouldn't take much at all for her to make him come. As it was he had been pretty close when he'd asked her to stop, so he knew that the more she did it, the easier it would be for her to finish him.

Two fingers slowly pushed into her, curling lightly as he started thrusting in and out, working her muscles gently, not picking up pace until he felt her relax around him.

His quick answer made her grin. "You really liked that, didn't you?" That was all the more reason to do it again. Perhaps next time they were able to be alone together.

She moaned softly as she felt his fingers push into her, her muscles stretching to accommodate them. "That feels good... I never imagined how much." Mary leaned in to kiss him.

He huffed a soft chuckle, though he easily admitted to it with a nod. "I really... really loved that." He couldn't care less that she lacked experience, and they could work together on that. The simple fact that it was Mary of all people was more than enough for him to love every moment of it.

Watching her quietly, he set up a pace as he started to get those sweet reactions out of her. Her muscles spasmed around his fingers every so often, but he could also feel her growing wetter still— which would help, considering he hadn't really brought any lubricant with him. "Promise to always make it feel good for you, Mary," he breathed softly against her lips, kissing her again.

[ ooc: seems like it was a good time for you to be away, since between visiting family and some cousins coming over, I didn't get to indulge in meme tags as much as I'd have liked. I'm glad you're back, though! ♥ ]

And she really really loved his reaction. "Next time," she promised. He would have to guide her and show her what he liked, though the idea of that turned her on greatly, more than she thought it would.

Mary returned the kiss, smiling against his lips. "I love you... I think I'm ready." She longed to feel all of him inside of her and knew that he was more than ready for her.

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It didn't take as much work and care this time around, Steve realized. It was to be expected, though— it wasn't her first time anymore, and her body eased with his touches a lot faster than before. Something Steve was very much glad for, because it drove him crazy to wait patiently while he touched her and didn't get to do much more than watch her react.

"Alright," he nodded softly, slowing down then pulling his fingers out of her, though not moving too far just yet. "Lie down on top of me?" If he could get her to rub herself against him a little, it certainly would help by coating his length in her fluids.

As much as she mourned the loss of his fingers inside of her, Mary knew that something better was coming. She hoped that the more they made love, the more she would adjust to having him inside of her. It wouldn't be long. The two of them were made for each other.

She followed his instructions curiously, rolling over and lying prone on his chest. Mary kissed his jaw and neck. "What do you want me to do?" She murmured, aware that they needed to keep quiet.

"Move against me," he asked softly, his voice small and quiet. His hands settled on her hips as he guided her to move on top of him as he wanted her to, his length slipping between her thighs once she shifted enough to make that possible. "You're... your fluids will make it easier, but I need you to... uh, help. Coat me."

He felt a little awkward saying it out loud, though more so for Mary's sake than his own. He hoped she would agree and see how much it would help move things along. Besides, he liked having her on top of him.

"Oh," she said quietly. If that was what he wanted, of course she would do it. Mary moved slightly so that she was straddling him, getting some leverage on the bed with her knees. When his cock bobbed between her legs and brushed against her wet flesh, she gave a little gasp. She sat up a bit, tossing her braid behind her shoulder as she moved more purposefully on top of him. It felt a bit like teasing torture, but it was still delightful. His erection slid slowly between her folds.

Well, that was... precisely what he'd asked her, granted, but still he found himself a little breathless and dazed when she sat up and straddled him. Inhaling deeply, he let the air out in a shaky exhale, his hands resting gently on her hips, encouraging her more so than guiding her.

His hips did lift up towards hers when she started to move, though, biting back a gasp at how warm she felt against him. "God, Mary," he all but pleaded, sliding one hand adoringly up her side and arm. "You're so beautiful."

"Steve..." She whispered his name like a prayer. This was an interesting position, one she had experienced a bit before when they had sex the first time and he picked her up into his lap. "Should we... like this?"

Would it hurt more? Mary wasn't really sure. Maybe it wasn't a good idea since she was still so new at this.

"Yes," he answered, quick and breathless enough to show just how eager he was about the notion. His legs propped up slightly, heels of his feet pressing to the mattress, though he gave her all the time and freedom to move around and get comfortable as she needed. "I like this... like you on top of me."

Besides, this way she could control everything. How fast she wanted to go, how deep she could take him. Explore what felt better to her and seek out that kind of motion instead. Steve was far too easy to please so he had no doubt that whatever she went with would be perfect for him.

His response was so eager that it made her feel a bit more comfortable about it. "A-Alright," Mary answered. She breathed slowly as she reached down and took his cock in her hand. After fitting the head at her opening, she began to inch down on top of him, moving at what probably was an agonizing pace for Steve. Her expression changed with each bit of him that she took inside of her. There wasn't pain, only a bit of pressure.

Most of it was agonizingly slow for him, but he knew it would take some getting used to, particularly on her part, and he didn't want to rush her. He could be patient, after all, and above all else he wanted her to feel comfortable and free with him, to truly enjoy herself rather than just indulge him— in this like in everything else, really.

It was still a pleasurable sensation, feeling her tight around him as she lowered herself onto his lap slowly. His fingers flexed against the skin of her legs, but he didn't pull her down nor urge her to move faster, though he watched intently all the while, biting his lips to stop any sounds from coming out.

Mary always felt his love and patience whenever they were intimate together. It was very encouraging to her. The more comfortable he made her, the more likely she was to want to try new things with him in the bedroom.

She paused only a little bit as she took him inside of her in order to get used to him. Eventually, she was sitting on top of his hips and she moaned softly as she realized that he was entirely inside of her. Mary looked down at where they were joined as she adjusted to having all of him. When she felt comfortable enough, she began to gently rock her hips back and forth on top of him. The moan she let out was louder than she intended, and she moved one of her hands up to her mouth.

He wetted his lips and swallowed calmly, breathing slow and steadily, though there was no calming of his beating heart. It helped to at least keep himself in check when she finally started to move, only letting out a quiet little gasp as she rocked her hips against him, his cock shifting inside her.

He did raise his eyebrows in surprise at the sound she let out, though a smile slowly stretched across his lips, and he breathed out a soft chuckle. "It's alright," he murmured softly. It had been a little louder than they ought to be, but he didn't think anyone had heard them. So long as she managed to quiet down, they should be safe.

She removed her hand, but Mary still bit her lip to keep her whimpers to a minimum. She felt so full in this position, like he was pushing into her very core. It was incredible though, feeling like she was being consumed by him, and her muscles tightened around his cock.

"Steve..." Mary barely trusted herself to whisper, and bit her lip again as she quickened her pace on top of him. Each time he filled her completely it made her gasp for him.

It took some amount of self-control on his own part to stop himself from letting out any sounds of his own when she started moving, but he managed to quiet himself down to pants and breaths only audible to her. Were someone to be standing or passing outside her door, that would be another matter, but as it was he was sure everyone was back in their own bedrooms and beds.

It was particularly difficult to calm himself when she started to move, though. He grit his teeth briefly, then bit at his lips, letting out a choked, trembled hum as his hips rolled up so he pushed himself into her. It felt too good for him to resist, and she looked to be enjoying the sensations just as much. One hand stayed on her hip, while the other moved up to grope at her breast.

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