This isn’t just sex to me. It’s more important than just sex. This is a very big deal. I need to be sure he knows I’m all in and that I trust him to make this good and right and special.
“So are you.” I slide my hands over his shoulders, down his arms and to his waist. “I trust you to make this…” What’s a good word for all of those things I just thought about? “…first-rate, Eli.”
He chuckles. “First-rate?”
“Yep. Of the best class or quality; excellent.” I give him a broad smile. “Now, let’s do this thing.” I’m so ready to be his.
He chuckles again and kisses me softly. “I’ll do my best to make itfirst-rate, but it’s gonna hurt. The next time will be much better.”
I love that he’s talking about next time. Smiling at him, I lift my head and touch my lips to his. “I trust you.”
With a sigh, Eli leans down and kisses me softly again, but it quickly turns into more. Our tongues find each other, and his hands move over my breasts, tweaking them several times. I squirm beneath him and know I’m close to ready for him. When his hand slides between my legs, he does magic things with his fingers. I watch as he looks down between us and that’s when I know it’s about to start. “I’ll go slow.”
And he does. He enters me slowly as I hold my breath.
“Relax, Em. Breathe.”
I release the air I was holding in my lungs, and Eli kisses me, which helps distract me a little. As he moves further inside, I adjust my hips, because it feels like the right thing to do. When he stops moving, I whimper which, for some reason, make Eli chuckle. “Needy little thing.” I look up into his eyes.
He kisses me and then it happens. I feel a sharp pain that quickly turns into more of an ache. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” I blow air in and out like I’m in labor or something. But it doesn’t take long for the pain to subside. “Yes,” I say with some relief. “It’s better.”
Without another word, Eli moves again and while there’s a little pain, it soon turns into something else. He leans in closer, kissing my face and neck. I feel his breath on me and smell his scent, but the best part is what he’s saying to me. “You’re mine now, Emma. You’re fucking mine.”
Without any prompting, I say what I feel too. “And you’re mine.”
“Yessss. I’m yours.” He hisses in my ear, right before I hear his growly moan. And I’ve gotta say. I like that sound. I like it a lot.
