He'shuge. Thick and long and flushed dark against his solid abs like a skyscraper, already leaking precome.
"Tank." I wrap my hand around him, and he groans. The sound makes my spent pussy clench with renewed interest. "You're sobig."
Too big?he signs, and there's genuine worry in his expression.Might hurt you.
"You won't." I stroke him slowly, watching those dark eyes roll back. "We'll go slow. I'll show you."
I guide him over me, his massive frame blocking out the dying sun. He braces himself on his forearms, keeping most of his weight off me even though I want to feel it. Want to be crushed beneath him, surrounded by him, consumed by him.
"You can take the mask off," I say softly.
He goes completely still.
"Not because I need to see," I continue quickly. "But because I want to kiss you. And I can't do that through fabric."
Ellie—
"Please." I reach up, my fingers brushing the edge of the bandana, his lashes fluttering at my touch even as he flinches again. "Let me see all of you. Let me prove to you it doesn't change anything."
For a long moment, he doesn't move. Doesn't breathe. Just stares at me with those dark eyes that have seen far too much violence and not enough love.
Just when he starts to reach up, I realize his hands are shaking. He's fuckingterrified. My heart sinks.
"It's okay," I say softly, leaning up to kiss his cheek, right over the scar pulling at his eye where I kissed him goodbye four years ago. "You don't have to. This is enough."
The relief that floods his eyes and sags his shoulders makes my heart ache, but I know one moment isn't going to erase a lifetime of fear. Of rejection.
Or four years of silence.
Instead, his hand comes down and cups my face with tenderness that breaks my heart all over again. His thumb sweeps over my bottom lip and I draw it into my mouth, sucking gently.
Heat darkens his gaze and I feel the length of him pressed to my inner thigh, hard and pulsing. I reach between our closely pressed bodies and guide him toward my core, toward the waiting heat that throbs to be filled by him.
His hips roll forward involuntarily, his cock sliding through my wetness, and we both groan. He's not inside me yet, just grinding against me, but the friction is perfect. Maddening.
"Do you want—" I stroke along the top of his shaft where he's pressed against me, arching my hips into him. "You can go inside me. If you're ready."
He nods twice, as desperate as I am, his breath rustling the fabric of his mask.
"Okay." I guide him back to my entrance, feeling the thick head of his cock pressing against me. "Slow. We go slow."
He pushes in, just the tip, and already I'm stretched wider than I thought.Fuck, he's huge. Bigger than any guy I've ever been with. Bigger than I thought was even possible.
"Just like that," I encourage, even as my body struggles to accommodate him. "Nice and slow."
He slides in another inch, his muscular body vibrating with the effort of holding back. I can see the cords of his neck standing out as he fights his instincts to just bury himself to the hilt.
"You're doing so good," I pant, my nails digging into his shoulders. "So fucking good, Tank."
Another inch. Another. He's filling me so completely I can feel him everywhere, stretching me to my absolute limit. My pussy flutters around him, trying to adjust, and he groans.
"All the way," I gasp, wrapping my legs around his waist. "Give me all of you."
He does, one final thrust that seats him fully inside me. We both freeze, panting, adjusting to the sensation. He's so deep I can feel him in my stomach, so thick I'm not sure how I'm taking him.
But I am. I'm taking every inch of Tank's cock, and the knowledge that I'm the only woman who ever has makes me clench around him involuntarily.
His whole body shudders, and I see panic flash across his expression.
