"That was..." she trails off, apparently unable to find the words.
I wait, giving her time to recover.
Time to change her mind if that's what she wants.
But she doesn't.
Instead, her hands find my wrists, tugging me back up her body. "I need you inside me," she whispers. "Now."
A low growl rumbles in my chest.
Want to give her what she's asking for.
Want to bury myself in her heat.
But I'm still worried about hurting her.
B-I-G,I sign, glancing down at my still-hard cock resting heavy against her thigh.N-E-E-D... M-O-R-E... T-I-M-E.
"Let me feel," she says, understanding my concern. Her hand wraps around me again, stroking deliberately now. "I want to try."
Can't deny her anything.
Not when she looks at me like that.
I shift between her thighs, positioning myself at her entrance. The head of my cock nudges against her, slick with her arousal.
"Slowly," she murmurs, her hands coming to rest on my forearms.
I press forward, just the tip breaching her. The tight heat of her body grips me, making me growl again, louder this time. Every instinct screams at me to thrust deep, to claim her fully.
I fight them all.
Force myself to go slow.
She's so tight around me, her body stretching to accommodate my size. I watch her face carefully for any sign of discomfort.
Her breath hitches, her fingers digging into my arms. I freeze immediately.
"Wait," she pants. "Just—just give me a second."
I don't move.
Don't breathe.
Don't do anything that might hurt her.
After a moment, she nods. "Okay. More."
I press forward again, another inch disappearing inside her. Again, I wait, letting her adjust, watching her face for cues. It takes time, patience, several more stops and starts before I'm halfway seated inside her.
The restraint is killing me.
But I'd rather die than harm her.
She's breathing heavily beneath me, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her inner walls flutter around me, adjusting to my intrusion.
"You're so big," she whispers, but there's awe in her voice, not fear. "I've never felt so full."
