She gasped softly as he entered her. She slipped her hand to hold into his hair, her gray green eyes watching his face as he began to move. Her inner muscles clutched to him, her legs lifting to slip around his waist, holding to him as his hands held her hips, "Oh god, Neville."
"Hannah," he said as he shifted, moving in and out of her with low moans and sounds of pleasure slipping out of his mouth. His head pulled against her hands, the tug of his hair in her fingers causing more pleasure to shoot down his back, down his spine, straight into his groin. He pushing into her faster, the pressure in him building to an almost unbearable crescendo. It was because it was his first time; the sensations about him, her squeezing and being so tight around him was sending him over the edge. He did his best to increase his pace, gasping, "I am not going to last long...oh MERLIN! HANNAH!" he said, his voice raising as he cried out her name.
She soothed her hands out of his hair and down the back of his neck, just holding him as he lost his control. She shivered softly as his tempo and his passion sank into the very core of her being. She was glad that she could bring him pleasure.
He tried to keep moving, disappointed that he came off quite so quickly in the moment. He wanted her to feel the same pleasure she had just given him, as he lay against her, resting there, buried inside of her. He turned his head to see her face, breathing hard, something akin to worship and devotion all over his face, "Hannah. Was it....okay for you?" he asked.
She gave him a smile, reaching up and stroking his face. "You were magnificent." she said, quietly as she watched him. She knew that this was his first time, "You've given me something very special."
"No, it is you have shared something special with me. I wanted to wait, for love, and I have found it with you. I love you, Hannah," he said as he accepted her tender touches. He found himself shrinking, slipping out of her and he moved off of her, not wanting to crush her, to lie on his side. He was half on and half off the bed, and he leaned his head into her, touching his forehead to hers as he kissed her cheek. His hand moved over her body, stroking the skin that lay bare until he reached down to touch her dampness mixed with his own. He paused, and then wiped it off on his leg, unsure what he should do next.
She leaned up and kissed him softly. He loved her. She gave him a shaky smile as tears welled up in her eyes, "You've given me something that is very precious and I am not sure what to give you in return."
Neville moved to lean on his elbow and his expressions shifted to concern for her, "Don't cry, love! Please. I promise I'll be better the next time," he said, worried that she was maybe disappointed, "You just saved me, love, and shared the most precious thing you have with me. You shared yourself, Hannah," he said, leaning down to kiss her mouth. He pulled back, "Come on. Let's get into this bed properly so that I can hold you in my arms. I hope we don't have to wait long," he said, kissing her again as he sat up, ready to help her move as well.
"Oh no, they're not bad tears." she assured him with a smile, "You are beautiful and giving. I don't know what i did to deserve you."
He smiled as he helped her sit up, "I am not deserving of you, not hardly," he said, as he crawled off the bed, and moved to help turn the bed down.
She climbed into the bed with him once the sheets were turned down. She snuggled into him under her covers. "You are probably the single sweetest man that I have ever met and.... it is so easy being in love with you."