I came, weeping and shaking on the bed, my arms reaching up to cling to Antin. I found his skin under the swathes of fabric and moaned at the sudden rush of delirious pleasure, and then cried out into his lips as a long digit pressed up inside of me, violent only in the sensations it drew out of me. This was horrible and it was a gift, and it was only a kiss and one finger pumping carefully into me. I was terrified, and I needed to know more.
