They were spread. But she spread them a bit more. Her grip tightened on the headboard. She leaned forward a bit, arching her hips toward him. The broad head of his cock nudged against her core. Her breath sucked in as she prepared for him to?—
His left hand moved to her waist. Clamped on her as he drove inside. Filled every single inch. Stretched her. Claimed her. Owned her.
“Cass!” His name burst from her in a wild cry. Both of her hands clamped harder on the headboard. He was so big, so thick, that she was on the verge of pain. A weird pleasure-slash-pain combo, and her body wasn’t sure which one of those two forces would win. Every muscle tensed.
Yeah, okay, it had been a while. She should probably have told him that fun fact with some specific time included.
“You’re so damn tight.”
Uh, yes, she was aware. Her breath heaved in and out. In and out.
He didn’t get any smaller. If anything, Cass got bigger. And she stayed way too tense.
“Your last lover must’ve been?—”
“It’s been years since I’ve been with a lover, and you could have warned a woman that you were gonna be this damn big!”
His hand tightened on her waist. “Years?”
She hadn’t stuttered. She was sure of it. “Years,” she bit out.
“Fuck,” he growled.
They were in the process of that, yes. But the wonderful, wild excitement she’d felt before was quickly evaporating as uncertainty and fear crept through her veins. So much for grabbing onto pleasure and not letting go.
Her hands began to lift from the headboard.
“No.” A low order from him. “Hold on. Do not let go.”
He released her hair. That big, strong hand of his flew around her body. Went between her spread thighs, and he began to stroke her clit. His mouth slid along her neck, licking and sucking and kissing her in places that she hadn’t realized were so hypersensitive even as those rough, callused fingers of his kept stroking her clit again and again.
Some of the fear fled. Her body began to relax. Not in fear or panic mode any longer. And she was pushing into his wicked fingers. Moaning.
“That’s better,” he rasped.
Yes, it was. It was better.
He pulled back. Drove deep. Slowly, inch by inch, until she’d taken all of him again.
She tensed again, but there was no pain. Just a tightness that was now pretty wonderful.
He pulled back.
Her white-knuckled grip held onto the headboard.
He sank inside of her. Slowly, inch by inch.
Her heart drummed in her chest.
His fingers knew exactly what she wanted as he worked her clit. A fever pitch arose within her again.
He pulled back.
“Cass!” A demanding cry broke from her.
He thrust into her. Again, slowly. Inch by tormenting inch. His big dick pushed hard into her even as her head tipped back against him.
“Don’t hold back!” Agnes pleaded. Not anymore. There was no reason to hold back any longer. “Give me everything.”
