Caged Nightingale

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I dry her off as gently as possible with towel, patting her softly. Keeping in constant contact with at least one hand on her. She is trembling and clearly upset by The Play. Perhaps it struck a nerve. Shit.
I carry her back to the bedroom and place her on top of the bed carefully. I walk into the dressing room and retrieve one of my t-shirts for her, sliding it over her head.
I go back into the bathroom and retrieve some ointment from the vanity. When I return, I see she hasn't moved. She looks so small.
I kneel in front of her and she gives me a weak smile. I show her the ointment. "I'm just going to put some on you." I say softly.
I gently push her back onto the bed and lift her knees. I can see two small tears like paper cuts. One at the vagina lip and another at her fourchette. I have this overwelming urge to kiss the skin there, softly. I lean in and gently blow on them then softly lick the skin around the cuts before lightly letting my tongue glide over them. She gasps from the stinging pain, but I continue, letting my tongue roll over the skin. Maybe it is a primal reaction. I feel her shift slightly and am hard instantly. I can see her folds swell under my tongue and know with certainty I can make her desperate with desire for me. More desperate than the fear or the pain or discomfort she feels. It will be even more intense when I take her. I put some cream on my fingers and use a feather light touch to apply it. Then I move up, turning my attention to her clit. She whimpers and tries to close her legs but I gently press them open stroking them up and down languidly with one hand and circling her waist with the other. I catch the faint smell of her arousal and hear her breathing change. Using my fingers to carefully stroke the skin around the cuts, I massage the ointment into it. I change the movement of my tongue, sucking on her gently, till I feel the soft arch forming in her back. Feeling her body respond to me makes me so hard it hurts.
I make an effort to keep my touch as light as possible, wanting her to relax. She shifts her hips up to meet me as I draw back. Then she whispers my name, in that sweet breathless voice and I can't wait any longer.
I move up her body and take her face in my hands kissing her deeply. "You sure?" I ask looking down into her sage green eyes. Which have turned almost completely black.
She nods, closing her eyes, biting her lip and burying her face in my chest.
I don't need any more invitation. Tenderly, I place gentle kisses along her jaw, down the column of her neck as she exposes it further to me by arching it. She closes her eyes and let's out a moan of pleasure when I let my lips graze over her collar bone. I nip at her shoulder as her fingers wind into my hair, raking it.
She's mewing and the sound drives me crazy. Without knowing she is rocking her hips into me and I'm grinding my erection back into her. Agonising bliss.
I sense the building tension in her as her fingers dig a little deeper in my scalp. I reach up, take one hand and kiss her fingertips softly. Letting the desire simmer there. She opens her eyes and looks up into mine, letting her other hand push the hair out of my eyes. She holds my gaze, searching them before closing her eyes and saying "my chest hurts.Right here." And she places my hand flat over her heart. I silence her with a kiss because I can't bear to hear the words that might come next. Slipping my tongue into her mouth, I build the tension again. Letting my hands graze gently over the sensitive skin on the underside of her breast. She gasps and I shift my weight so I am lying half on my side, half over her.
I stroke her skin, let my fingers softly trace the skin over the indent of her waist, across and over her bellybutton, the soft concave of her stomach and finally resting over the curve of her hip. All whilst contuing to kiss her gently, nipping her lower lip, then tracing the outline of it with my tongue.
She kisses me back, tentatively at first then with more confidence, slipping her own tongue into my mouth, circling till she begins to stroke the underside of it. The nerves all jump to attention and the pleasure shoots down directly to my already aching erection. Fuck.
I move over her and shift my weight onto my forearms to avoid crushing her. She continues to rock into my hips and when I think she's going to make me come, I reach down and carefully place my cock at the head of her entrance. Slowly, I let myself go, head first. Waiting to see her reaction. Her eyes are shut and she bites her lip gasping softly as I stretch the skin. then easing the rest of my shaft into her, i slowly edge into her to avoid any sudden or harsh movement that might tear her further. Fuck its difficult. I want nothing more than to thrust hard, feel her insides cling to it, enjoy the friction each glided movement makes. Instead, I steady my breathing and keep my eyes fixed on her, till I'm sheathed fully inside her. She wants me, even hurt and sore she wants me inside her. The thought hits differently. Even my hands are itching to take her hips, anchor them, so that I can go even deeper. I fight every instinct I have to give into the building desire and take her hard. After a few seconds, I slowly begin to pull away and she half whimpers half moans as I pull at the tender skin. The sound drives me insane. Her hands move to my waist and she pulls at the curved muscles as she reaches down to the small of my back.
Then I'm easing back inside, and its the most excruciating experience ever, that slow in and out. Fuck.
Gradually i pick up the pace. Still slowly, slowly adding a little more each time.
We're about 5 minutes in, when she says something I don't catch. Instantly I slow down thinking perhaps its too much for her and not wanting to tear her further.
"It feels-" she begins then stops 'it feels-" Her eyebrows furrow and she tries to turn her head into my chest but I pull back and stop moving. Even before she says it, instinctively I know what she's going to tell me. I don't know how, or even why. I just know.
"Tell me." I whisper putting my forehead against hers.
"It feels- like-"
"Like?" I urge softly.
"Like-" she pauses.
"Say it, like what?" And I realise in that moment I need to hear it. I want more than anything to hear her to say it.
"It hurts -like-"
"Like what?" I urge gently
"Like- like- " she frowns as if she can't quite bear to say the words. "-Like the first time." She finishes in a small voice.
Something explodes in my chest and I know right then and there: I am well and truely fucked.