“Please,” she breathed against my lips.
“Anything,” I told her. “Anything you want, and I have the power to give it to you, it’s yours.”
She ran her hand up my scarred side, her fingers dancing over the skin at my neck, and my chin, before she smoothed her finger along the skin under my eye as she said, “All I want is you.”
I growled and lifted my hips, pressing the length of my erection into her heat.
“I swear to you,” I said. “It’ll be better when I’m not so sore.”
She giggled and widened her thighs, her pussy now pressing against my bare cock.
With our eyes locked on each other’s, I slid inside of her.
Or, at least, I tried to.
Twenty-One
If you say you’re too full to eat ice cream after dinner, then you are weak, and natural selection will be coming for you.
—Calliope to Jasper
CALLIOPE
I knew the moment he realized what he was feeling.
His finger had been one thing, pinching slightly when he’d entered me the first time.
But I decided that he was so far gone with my mouth around his erection—a strategic plan to make sure he didn’t back out of this before he could think better of it—that he didn’t pay attention to just how tight I was.
Just how much of a virgin I was.
But now that he was trying to fit his cock inside, he realized that something was wrong.
Or, not necessarily wrong, but definitely not “right.”
“Calli,” he said, his voice shaking. “What…”
I sat up and pressed myself back on him, taking him fully into my body with one swift movement.
His breath caught, and his hands went to my hips.
I knew that he was about to pull me off of him.
I just knew it.
And I couldn’t let that happen.
Because I wanted this so badly that it hurt.
I’d wanted him for the longest of times, and now that I was exactly where I wanted to be—him inside of me to the hilt—I didn’t want it to stop.
“Please,” I begged against his lips. “Please, please, please.”
His hands loosened, moving down to the juncture of where my thighs met my hips, and pressed down. At the same time, he ground himself up inside of me, and I saw stars.
I’d never known what to expect from sex.
I’d always fully expected it to be lackluster at best.
