I’m a believer now.
And all I can do is whimper, reach for him as he brings me round with tender kisses, whispering what a good girl I am, how good I taste.
His expression is one of satisfaction as he makes his way back up, sliding his long body over mine. Weakly, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down. I taste myself on him as I show my appreciation with a hungry kiss. “I want more.” The words come out feverish, my hands roving along the hard caps of his shoulders. I’m stuck on pure need now. “I wantyou, August. Only you.”
He tenses for a moment, then eats at my mouth the way he ate at my sex. We’re frantic with it. Hands coast over skin. Legs intertwine. He rests more of his weight on me. Suddenly he’s there, between my thighs, his dick pressed against my wet, needy sex. The feel of it has us both pausing. Inky strands of hairfall over his brow as he stares down at me with wide eyes. I stare back, my heart pounding.
It’s time. I’m nervous, excited, breathless.
Panting, he touches his forehead to mine. “All good?”
“So good.” My hands move to his waist. His skin is fever flushed and damp. He trembles with restraint as his hips slowly move, sliding that hot brand up and down, teasing me. And I ache, deep inside, an empty ache that needs to be filled, pushed, claimed...I never knew...
Soft lips touch mine. “You want this, Penelope?”
The way he says my name, reverently, darkly. I swallow thickly, my pulse fluttering, my body trembling. “Yes. Please, August. I need...”
A groan tears from him, and he flexes his hips until the wide round crown of him notches into my opening. It feels huge and justthere.It’s all I can think about.
A gentle nudge pushes him just a bit more. He hasn’t breached me yet, and I’m beginning to worry he won’t be able to. But he holds the course, working himself slowly in. His head dips until our cheeks touch.
“You can do this,” he whispers. “You can do this.”
“Are you talking to me? Because I believe you.”
I feel him smile against my cheek. “That was for me. Call it a motivational speech.”
“You need a motivational speech?” I squirm, widen my thighs. And he swallows convulsively before lifting his head. His eyes are dark, his expression pained.
“Penny love, feel here.” He sets my palm on the center of his chest where the beating of his heart races fast and hard. “I’m strong of will but really fucking weak of flesh right now. I want you so badly. And, frankly, the reality of you is so much better than any fantasies I’ve had.”
I grin wide enough to feel it in my cheeks. “You’ve had fantasies about me?”
“So many.” He kisses my mouth. “Now, pay attention.”
Desire becomes buoyant. “Yes, August.”
“It’s your first time. Finesse is called for here, and I’m afraid I might lose it and just plow the fuck out of you.”
“Honestly, both those scenarios sound good.”
A low groan vibrates in his throat. “Pen... I’m trying to be good, and you’re killing my resolve.”
A giggle bubbles out of me, soft and warm. I love this. Love that, even now, we can talk, that he can make me feel safe and joyful. I trace his brow with the tip of my finger. “August?”
“Yes, Penelope?”
“I want you so much.”
A whimpering moan tears from him, and he rests his cheek against mine. “Never thought I’d hear you say that.”
“Then you weren’t thinking very clearly.” I kiss the corner of his mouth. He’s breathing erratically now. My own breath hitches. “Stop worrying and fuck me— Ah... Oh, that’s...”
He pushes, the invasion thick and wide. I feel it all the way down my thighs. I feel it in my core, my belly. It’s... He pulls back, then pushes in deeper.
God.I hadnoidea.
He does it again, and again, slowly working himself in and out. The wet sounds of us joining, the way every breach and retreat fills and empties me, the movement of his body against mine, it’s overwhelming, and yet I need it more and more. My legs wrap around his hips, and he sinks ever deeper, groaning as though in pain as I cling to his shoulders.
