[Westley's POV]
"Is this your first time?" She looked at me shyly and nodded. It was no wonder she had been so bashful. She did not have any experience. She only knew of my touch. How wonderful.
My movements slowed down, but I did not wish to stop at all. She was too tempting. I wanted her as much as she wanted me. I watched as she grew satisfied from my fingers, and turned into a limp puddle on the bed. It left me wanting to teach her a different type of orgasm.
I wanted to spill on her. At the same time, I felt an inexplicable sense of heartache for her. This had never happened before. Could it be that I had fallen for her?
I wanted to replace my probing fingers with the hardness between my legs. She was already wet, but she was still too tight. I dearly wanted to be inside her. I wanted to merge with her intimately, closing all the distance between us.
