He gave me a little more of himself, inch by inch, continuing to rub my stomach, soothing me, keeping his gaze on me as though trying to make sure I was still comfortable.
“Okay?” he queried.
“More than okay.”
He leaned down, his elbows pressing into the sheets, his breath slamming against my face. There he was again, taunting me with his mouth, but again, I resisted the desire pooling through me.
I couldn’t understand what was so erotic about being trapped there beneath him as he pushed farther in, steadily. He couldn’t have been very far in, but the pressure—the fucking intense pressure—felt like heaven.
“Take deep breaths, Ty.”
I obeyed as he continued moving within me. I relaxed into it, and he took his time, patient as always.
He was a little farther in when suddenly I felt it, but not in the pleasant way I had before.
“Ah…” He halted right away, retreating as I took a breath. “Damn.”
“Definitely not enough lube,” he said, sliding back out…and oh, the fucking agony of not having him in me.
