Slowly but surely, he started to soften. He began to give in to me. Slowly kissing me back, faster and faster, harder and harder until he couldn’t resist any longer.
He lay me back before his hands moved to free himself of his pants. I rushed to help by yanking up his shirt as he pushed down his pants. Our kiss broke only for a second as I ripped the shirt over his head. The second I tossed it aside, his mouth was claiming mine once again.
His long, thick cock rested against my center as he grabbed my hip. He rocked forward and back, the ridge of his tip rubbing against my sensitive nub.
I whimpered and begged. “Roman… Please? Please…” The words were just a whisper.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he replied, resting his forehead against mine. The gesture was soft and sweet, but his hips didn’t stop. They continued to rock against me slowly. My arousal was spreading between us, making both of us slick and easier to move.
“You won’t,” I insisted, nipping his bottom lip. “Take me.” I kissed him harder. “Please,” I said against his mouth.
“Sasha,” he growled, the tone telling me that he was still resisting, even if he was getting weaker.
My free hand moved down to wrap around his cock, and his hips stopped as his eyes locked with mine.
“I said, fuck me, Roman.”
His eyes narrowed, but he didn’t speak or make a move as I began moving the tip of his cock to my entrance. I wiggled him up and down, coating his head with my arousal.
“Can you feel that, Roman?” I asked, getting him in place. “Can you feel how much I want you? How much I need you? Are you really going to tell me no?” I lifted my hips, pushing him into me just a little. “I’m right here, ready for you to take. All you have to do is give in… One inch at a time.” I lifted my hips higher, and the tip of his cock breached my entrance.
His eyes fell shut, and he let out a growl.
In the same instant, he grabbed my hips and thrusted forward, sliding into me until he was met with resistance that felt like a white-hot knife cutting through me.
My entire body tensed, and I let out a whimper that bordered on a sharp cry. He stopped instantly, letting the front of his body fully rest against mine.
“Fuck, I’m so sorry,” he whispered, peppering my face with kisses.
I shook my head, excusing his apologies. I pushed for what I wanted, and even though I was in more pain than I ever experienced before, it was still what I wanted.
“Don’t stop,” I begged thickly, not even trying to hide the tears that were leaking from my eyes.
His brows knitted together as he looked down at me. “But you’re?—”
“Don’t stop,” I told him, lifting my head to kiss him.
As he kissed me, he worked himself out and slowly pushed his way back in, moving a little deeper than before. And just like the first time, I gasped when that pain slashed through me. He felt my pain, and he wanted to ease it any way he could.
He didn’t stop easing himself in and out of me, but he broke our kiss and licked the tear from my cheek.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his hushed voice full of pain. His brows were drawn together, remorse etched on his handsome face.
I laced my fingers into his hair.
“I-I’m not.” I pulled his mouth back to mine and kissed him as he continued to move in and out of me, slowly stretching me and causing my body to adjust to his. And I wasn’t sorry. Even if there was pain, it was worth every second, because I was finally getting something I’d been dreaming of.
Roman filled a spot inside of me that I didn’t know was empty until he came along. Having him inside of me made every emotion multiply. I thought I was falling in love with him before, but finally I knew. I wasn’t falling in love. I was in love. There was nothing he could do that would make me change how I felt about him. Things were complicated, but being together made it worth it.
The longer he was inside me, the more my body adjusted and the faster my pain eased away. At some point, the pain was gone entirely, and the only thing I felt was an abundance of pleasure.
Every rock of his hips had a shudder rippling through me. Every nip of his teeth had my muscles tightening in excitement. Every caress of his hands, every squeeze had me melting and willing to give in to his every demand.
I didn’t know my body well enough to know how to achieve what I needed, but he seemed to. Once I was at ease, he moved faster and more forcefully.
At one point, the headboard was tapping against the wall with every thrust and he had his hand covering my mouth to muffle my screams as I lost all control. His mouth skirted along my jaw before his lips were at my ear.
“Come for me, my pretty girl,” he whispered in my ear as my body began to tense for him.
