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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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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.

Mary rested her hands down on his chest, though in truth she clung to him with the pads of her fingers. The sensation of being on top of him meant pressure inside of her, but it also brought pleasure. Her gasps and pants stayed at a low volume, even as she continued to move. She closed her eyes, concentrating on the sensation of moving him in and out of her. The pleasure slowly started to rise.

Steve kept his lips pressed shut, any sound effectively stopped as they hit the back of his teeth. He brushed his thumb across her nipple, offering just a hint of stimulation, as the whole point was to not overwhelm her. And yet, his other hand moved before he thought better of it, slipping down between her legs and brushing where their bodies met, the pad of his thumb rubbing against her clit as he rolled his hips up to meet the motions of her own body halfway.

The moan when he began to touch her was louder than she intended it to be, but she was already starting to lose control. Mary whined as she bit her lip, hips moving even even faster on top of him.

"You're so deep," she whispered. "Please..." All she wanted was for him to keep going, to keep his fingers moving just as they were, driving her to the heights of ecstasy.

He should have expected her to get a little louder, of course. Still, he didn't reprimand himself for it, nor did he try to quiet her down. She managed to tone it down soon enough anyway, so when she pleaded with him to keep going, he gave her just what she wanted.

His thumb slid in a single swipe across her clit, then settled on a pace, gentle but insistent, drawing circles on the same spot and searching for just the perfect kind of touch to tip her over the edge. He didn't need to urge her to move faster either, as she was more than eager to pick up her pace on top of him, riding him even more intensely the closer she got to her orgasm.

Mary whimpered as he touched her just right. Her hips bucked back involuntarily against his hand as he steadily brought her up to orgasm. It took a while and she let it, allowing the pleasure to build until it was too much and she had to let go. Her muscles squeezed his cock and she swallowed down her moans of delight. How she wished she could sing out how good he made her feel.

When she was done, she looked down at him with a sated smile, small tendrils of hair hanging about her face where they had escaped from her braid. Even though she was satisfied, she kept moving on top of him in order to give him what he needed. "Your turn, my love," she said quietly.

He didn't slow down even as she came, eager to follow after her and join her soon. Still, he couldn't help watching her, feeling as though his breath was taken away by simply getting to see her take her pleasure like that. He didn't need to hear her cry out to know how good it felt to her, and he choked down a moan of his own when she tightened even more around him.

His hand moved from between her legs finally when she spoke, and he caught her hips, fingers curling over her hipbones tightly as he picked up his pace even more. His thrusts were quicker and a little desperate, and soon enough he felt himself reach the tipping point. Not letting it slip by him, he pushed harder into her, in a few thrusts that ended up being a little rougher than he meant them to, and he finally came, eyes screwed shut and mouth hanging open in a silent moan.

It was a bit more than she was used to when Steve finally took his pleasure, and her eyes widened just a bit. He didn't hurt her though and she stayed firmly on top of him as he spilled into her. Mary leaned down and kissed his cheeks and jaw, then finally his lips as his orgasm subsided.

"I love you," she whispered, settling in on his chest with him still inside of her.

It took everything in him not to cry out in pleasure as he came, but he managed to somehow, only letting out a sound in the form of shaky audible exhales as he started to come down from his high. His hands slid up and down Mary's sides, touching the skin of her torso wherever he could reach, arms curling around her and drawing her closer as she leaned down to kiss him.

"Love you so much, Mary," he murmured breathlessly, still panting a little for breath. She was still tight around his sensitive cock, and the aftershocks of his orgasm made his every nerve sing in delight. "Did I... hurt you?"

"No," she said, kissing his neck. "You.. did push in far though and it was somewhat... intense, but I was not hurt." Mary tipped his chin down and kissed his mouth again. "I liked it."

They laid on the bed, legs tangled together, Mary feeling blissfully sleepy. It occurred to her that she could do this every night with him and would probably be happy for the rest of her life. Being in his embrace felt more right than anything else ever had.

He let out a soft hum as she kissed his neck, happily returning the kiss when she tipped his head back down again. "I'm glad you did, Mary." It hadn't quite been intentional, so he couldn't say that the purpose had been to make her feel good, but he was relieved to hear she'd liked it rather than felt any discomfort or pain.

Shifting slightly on the bed, he turned them so they were lying next to each other, and he gently pulled out of her before tugging her close to him again. It occurred to him he was still in her bedroom in her family's house, where he definitely should not be, but he loathed the mere thought of getting up and leaving right now. "Can I stay here? Just for a little while."

Mary gave a soft hum. She knew that he should leave, but honestly she did not want him to go either. Lying in his arms felt so good.

"For a little while," she said quietly, then yawned. "I'm so sleepy now though." Curling up in his arms and dozing off seemed like a great idea at the moment.

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