Once safely inside the bedroom with the door shut -- and locked -- Tiny laid me gently on the bed before covering me with his deliciously large frame.He settled himself between my thighs and I squeezed his hips reflexively.He kissed me once more before resting his weight on his forearms and stroking my hair as he looked down into my face.
“I never expected this,” he said quietly.“When you showed up at Haven, I just wanted to help.I didn’t expect to… care so much.About all three of you.”
The admission hung between us, honest and vulnerable.
“I’m afraid to trust this,” I admitted, my voice barely audible.“But I’m going to trust in you.I’ve was wrong before.When I chose Andy.So wrong.If I’m wrong about you, I honestly don’t think I’ll ever be able to trust anyone ever again.”
Instead of being annoyed or even angry at a suggestion he’d do something to break my trust, Tiny smiled down at me.“I’ll earn your trust, baby.Until then, give me the benefit of the doubt.I swear I will protect you and the girls.Body and heart.”
My gaze traced the contours of his face, his thick beard, and his gentle eyes that belied his intimidating appearance.I felt safe with him in a way I hadn’t with anyone in years.
“Penny,” he said, his voice dropping lower.“Can I kiss you again?”The directness of his question, the way he sought permission instead of assuming when I’d already kissed him before, made my heart swell.This wasn’t a man to ever hurt any of us.Hadn’t he already proven he would protect us with his life when he went to find Kira?
I nodded, unable to form words around the sudden tightness in my throat.Tiny leaned down, closing the distance between us with careful deliberation.His hand came up to cup my cheek, his touch featherlight.And then his lips were on mine again, and the world narrowed to just this, to his gentle kiss and the feeling of finally coming home.
What began as a gentle kiss quickly transformed into something deeper, hotter, as if a dam had broken inside both of us.His beard tickled my skin as his mouth moved against mine, no longer tentative but hungry.I surprised myself with how much I fought for this, sliding my hands up his massive chest to grip his shoulders, feeling the solid muscle beneath his shirt.I’m not sure I’d ever felt this level of desire and raw lust, of enjoying the simple pleasure of being touched by someone who treasured rather than hurt.
I shoved my hands under the hem of his shirt, tugging the soft material upward with trembling hands.I wanted to see him, all of him.Tiny helped me, pulling the fabric over his head and tossing it aside.The sight of his bare chest made my breath catch -- broad and powerful, covered in a tapestry of scars and tattoos as well as a dusting of light hair trailing from his chest to his navel.
I knew he wouldn’t strip me without my express permission.Not this first time.Not until he was certain I was all in with him.That’s who Tiny was.
Smiling up at him, I wiggled out of my T-shirt and bra, leaving my chest bare.It felt right.I loved the hunger in his gaze as he shifted his weight off me so he could touch me easily without resting his full weight on me.While I appreciated the thought, I was certain I’d be demanding otherwise at some point.Maybe not today, but someday.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, his eyes never leaving my face even as my bra was revealed, then discarded.The Viking-like braids in his beard swayed slightly as he leaned in to place a gentle kiss on my collarbone.
I’d never felt small before, not in the way I did with Tiny.His hands could span my waist completely, his shoulders twice the width of mine.Our size difference was almost cartoonish, yet somehow, this disparity didn’t frighten me.Instead, the sense of safety I felt with him told me exactly how much I trusted him subconsciously.Maybe it was time for the rest of me to catch up.
I moved my hands to the waistband of his jeans, popping the button free.“Off,” I commanded softly, and he smiled, moving from the bed to shed them along with his boxers.
I couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped me at the sight of him fully naked.He was proportional in every way, impressive and intimidating.Instead of calling a halt or pulling things back slightly, I found my mouth watering for a taste.
As if sensing my thoughts, Tiny knelt on the bed, keeping a small distance between us.“We go at your pace,” he said.“Always.”
That simple promise unraveled something in me.I stood, shedding my remaining clothes.There was a strangely powerful feeling in my nakedness as his hungry gaze took me in.I placed my hands on his chest and guided him back to the bed.When the backs of his knees reached the mattress, I pushed gently.He went willingly, lying back against the pillows, his gaze never leaving mine as I climbed over him, straddling his waist.
He found my hips with his strong hands, the calluses on his palms an erotic abrasion against my skin.I leaned down to kiss him, my hair falling around us like a curtain.His beard tickled my skin as our mouths met.Slowly, I rocked against his cock, my clit sliding over the thick base with each thrust of my hips.His cock pulsed in readiness beneath me.My pussy responded eagerly, wet and ready for him in a way I’d never experienced.He hadn’t done more than cover my breast with his big hand and look at me like I was the most beautiful, most precious thing in his world.I experienced genuine desire.The need to get some kind of physical release I knew would fundamentally change who I was forever.
“You’re in control here,” he murmured against my lips.“We don’t do anything you don’t want.”
“I want you to fuck me, Tiny.I think I need it.”
“There should be condoms in the nightstand.I’ve never had unprotected sex and… well, no one was foolish enough to try and make me his bitch in prison, but this first time, since we haven’t talked about it…”
I barked out an unexpected laugh.“Yeah.No life-changing decisions on the spur of the moment.”
I stretched to open the nightstand drawer.Sure enough, an unopened box of condoms lay inside.Once I had the box opened, I pulled out a packet and opened it, moving back to rest on his upper thighs as I rolled the thin barrier over his cock.Then I shifted higher up on his body to straddle his hips once more.Reaching between us, I guided him to my entrance and slowly sank down onto him.The stretch was intense, almost overwhelming, but not painful.My eyes fluttered shut as I took him fully inside me, my body adjusting to his size.His hands on my hips remained steady, not pushing, not pulling, just supporting.
I set a slow pace at first, rising and falling in a gentle rhythm.Tiny watched me with hooded eyes, his breathing ragged but controlled.Every time I moved, his fingers tightened slightly on my hips, then relaxed, as if he was reminding himself to let me lead.
The sensation built slowly, like waves lapping at a shore.I leaned forward, changing the angle, and a jolt of pleasure shot through me.“Oh,” I gasped, surprised by the intensity.
“Good?”he asked, his voice as strained as mine sounded.
I nodded, increasing my pace slightly.The feeling of control, of setting the rhythm, of seeing this powerful man yielding to me… The experience was intoxicating.
As my pleasure grew, my movements got faster.I rose and fell, snapping my hips forward as I leaned over him.I braced my hands on his chest as I continued to fuck him as best I could.I had experience with sex, but never in a dominant position.
“Tell me what you need, baby.”Tiny kept pace with me.His voice was strained and the veins stood out in his neck.His hold on my hips was firm but gentle.
