This wasn’t the most ideal of circumstances for them to be screwing under but really, it couldn’t be helped. He had been prepared for more resistance from her on the sex front and his mind just wasn’t ready; plus the fact that the house was so well stocked with condoms and such was fucking with his mind. Pun maybe intended. He knew her roommate was a stripper or something but still… Having sex with Cora has been such a long time coming that Paolo wasn’t going to complain and, apparently, neither was Cora because as soon as Paolo pushed in, she moaned.
He was desperately thankful that she was wet enough that he just slid in because he didn’t carry lube around with him (he made a mental note to change that) but his fingers went straight to her clit anyway. He applied pressure, flicking the bundle of nerves frantically, as he drew his hips back and pushed in again. Cora’s hips moved up to meet his but he was pretty certain she was a little ways off of her orgasm which sucked because he most definitely wasn’t.
His fears were confirmed about fifteen seconds later when she tightened around him unexpectedly and he came. Just then realizing that he’d forgotten to wear a condom. Such a rookie mistake. He closed his eyes as he rode out his orgasm. He hadn’t had to deal with arriving early since he was 17 but even then, he was wearing a condom. When he finally stopped shuddering and he had softened inside of her, he opened his eyes and pulled out, making eye contact with Cora.
“Fuck, I’m sorry. If anything, you know… Happens…” He didn’t think he’d been this awkward with a woman after sex in years. He was pretty grateful when she took pity on him and responded even if she was snarkier than he appreciated in his post-coital state.
“I’m on the pill, Paolo,” She rolled her eyes hard enough that he was a little offended. “Could you at least finish me off?” He winced, forgetting about his offended pride for a minute.
“Uh, yeah, sorry about that. I was not prepared for that kind of bj.” She smiled as she pulled him down into a kiss. “So, next time, maybe we talk first, yeah?” She pushed his head downward teasingly instead of answering and he figured she had a point so he put his hands and mouth to much better use than talking.
He took it as a compliment that low moans and heavy pants were the only audible sounds that follow.
*****
She was overjoyed to be here, right now, with him, doing this. It. Doing it. Which was why she was sort of confused as to why it was so uncomfortable and, okay, she would just throw it out there, yeah. It was painful. And it sucked.
She heard him grunt and patted his shoulder soothingly.
Her hips were starting to feel kind of stiff and it felt like the first time she tried to put a tampon in. It was such an awful experience. There had been blood and… She blinked the memory away and shifted, hoping that would help. God, it actually burned whenever he pulled out.
It wasn’t her first time having sex! She’d done this before. And according to Cosmo and Harlequin, sex was supposed to be fun and playful. Assuming you’re not a virgin. Which, to reiterate, she was most certainly not. But she was mostly just lying there and biting her tongue against the discomfort anyway.
She did a lot of things wrong with her ex-fiancé but she really thought sex hadn’t been one of them. She’d been so sure this would be easy. It was Paolo, after all. They both knew what they were doing! But this, this was not fun. And she really didn’t know how to make it better. A sudden stinging sensation forced her to turn a low cry into a moan and she sincerely hoped Paolo couldn’t tell.
She tensed in worried anyway, desperately trying to reassure herself that Paolo probably couldn’t tell fake moans from real ones because, if this was what sex was like… Or maybe it was just sex with Paolo? There’s no way he’d know what real moans sound like then… Granted, Cora didn’t really know how to fake a moan since she had never, you know. But that was all beside the point, damnit!
Despite her fervent wishing, Paolo suddenly piped up, voice concerned, and Cora carefully modulated her breathing because hyperventilating was decidedly unsexy.
“Cora. Cora.” She looked at him with a start and he made sure he had her attention before he continued.
“This isn’t fun.”
She couldn’t help the gasp that emerged either because, well, that was just mean!
“Shit. I meant.” He sighed and stared at her, holding himself motionless between her thighs. “This is hurting you and I can tell because I called your name four times before you noticed which means you’re not into this.” She dropped eye contact, preferring to examine her pretty slate gray sheets.
He slowly pulled out and Cora did her absolute best not to wince but didn’t quite manage it because that hurt. A lot. It felt like her vagina had been split or stretched, the sharp stinging morphing into more of a prickly ache now. Beside her, Paolo flopped onto his back and reached out to tug her closer.
“So. Let’s… Talk?” She stared at him silently. “Uh, I’ll start, I guess? I really like you, Cora, and-” She didn’t let him finish that sentence, scared of what it meant.
“Why wasn’t it fun?” The bewildered expression on his face would be funny if it wasn’t, you know, the middle of their first time having sex.
“Cora, it was hurting you. If you’re into that, it’s cool but it didn’t look like you were enjoying it.” She studied him silently and decided he looked genuine.
“Were you not enjoying yourself?” Her words were purposefully careful.
“I would’ve gotten off, eventually, if that’s what you mean but it’s not really fun for me either when you’re crying underneath me.”
“I wasn’t crying!” His eyebrows rose in wonder and it took a while before he responded.
“Cora, I wiped tears off your face!” She paused at his whisper-yell. Oh, so that’s what tipped him off.
“Oh.” She snuggled into him. “It was supposed to be fun. I read Cosmo. After the first time, it’s not supposed to hurt.” She looked at him. “I don’t know what’s going on; I think I wasn’t wet enough or someth-” He’s the one who cuts her off this time.
“What? But I thought…anyway, never mind. Can we just… ” She widened her eyes and wondered, just for a second, if she could play it off. She sighed when she looked at his face and conceded that she couldn’t.
He looked down at her and the affection on his face made Cora feel both better and worse at the same time.
“Why don’t we just… Take it easy? I think… Having… Penetrative sex is probably out tonight.” She eyed him uncertainly as he haltingly explains. “I don’t want to rush things. People have off days.”
“Yeah. Okay…umm would you like to stay the night anyway?”
Paolo thought about it, “Yeah okay.”