Will teased her relentlessly with his fingers, readying her. For all her negative history with sexual experiences, those memories were the furthest thing from Yelena's mind now. A welcome reprieve from the usual. She let her legs fall further open at his encouragement.
Even so, the initial push inward had Yelena tensing reflexively. Yelena slipped her own hand down in between them, playing with her clit as he did moments ago. It helped. He slid in further inch by inch. Yelena gasped, breathing hitching with every moment. Slowly, she shifted her knees upward, her legs bending to wrap around his waist. Her other hand tightened its grip on his ass, pulling him in deeper.
"Will... please..." A litany of Russian swears fell softly from her lips. Yelena closed her eyes, panting. She gripped harder, fingernails digging into fleshy mound, as she tilted her hips.