This is definitely not what I envisioned when he tried to explain all of this a few days ago. “Is that normal?”
“Yes. It’s why I didn’t want to have sex until you were ready. The process can be…intense.”
A spark of jealousy strikes me. “Has it happened before?”
Jamie reaches for my cheek and pulls my forehead flush with him. “No, Rae. I’ve just been given an idea of what to expect. And I want to do the same for you.”
I nod slowly, knowing he would never put me in a situation that made me uncomfortable. And he respects me too much to blindside me.
“Okay,” I whisper, my lips grazing his.
He kisses me slowly, lingering as he sucks my bottom lip. His tongue explores mine, and I feel my core start to tingle again. I’m already sore from how hard Jamie fingered me, but I relished it. The forceful way he pounded into me coaxed me above and beyond the scope of pleasure I once knew into brandnew territory. I want to break more barriers, but I’m not sure I can take a rough round of intercourse. But I don’t want him to hold back.
Not without difficulty, he breaks our kiss and reaches over to the bedside table and pulls out a condom. I slide further down the sheets so my head is flat against the bed as he slips it on. Then Jamie positions himself above me as he starts to run his thumb along my seam again.
“Ready?”
His eyes are rich and warm, and I instantly relax. “Mmmhmm.”
“You gotta say it, Raegan.”
“I’m ready.”
The tip of his cock presses against my entrance, and I have to fight the urge to just shove him inside me. I need that pressure again. But as I feel him slowly inch his way in, I think better of it. He’s just as thick as he looked, and the further he goes, the further my inner walls stretch. My muscles are clenched too tight, but I can’t stop the involuntary resistance.
“You gotta relax, baby.” His low and steady voice whispers against my cheek as he hovers above me. “I’ve got you.”
I nod, meeting his eyes. He works his way further in, and I can’t stop the moan that leaves my mouth.
I start to unclench my muscles, and once he’s fully sheathed I’m able to appreciate the fullness of him. I love it. It feels like my entire body is wrapped up in him. He slides an arm beneath my back while the other props himself up beside my head. He waits for me to be fully adjusted, then he starts moving.
We take it slow. A few short, easy pumps to get us going. Then, as I feel more comfortable, he speeds up. But never too fast. We find our rhythm, and slowly, I feel like I’m inching toward the peak of something, but I don’t quite make it.
Having never experienced a vaginal orgasm, I’m not sure what to expect, but I know it should be more than this. “Something doesn’t feel right.”
He stops immediately and assesses my face, making sure I’m okay. “Does it hurt?”
“No, no,” I assure him. “It’s just not really doing anything for me.”
He doesn't look offended, but he purses his lips as if he’s trying to figure out a puzzle. Then his eyebrows lift, and I know he’s got it.
“Flip over.”
He sits back on his heels so I can roll over to my stomach. I rest my arms under my chin, waiting to see what he's planning, but then he hikes my hips into the air. A startled gasp is the only response I can give.
“Let me know if it’s too much.”
“I will.”
When he enters me again, it’s so much deeper than before. He’s able to fully insert himself all the way to the hilt, and I feel the flat expanse of his core against my ass. He starts by simply rocking his hips and even this small movement is enough to trigger an involuntary moan from me. Whatever part of me he’s touching in there feels like it’s covered in a million nerve endings. It’s almost too much, but he presses into me further, allowing the sensitivity to lessen.
His hand slides from my shoulder blade all the way down my back, sending shivers across my skin. He takes my hips in both hands, and I can sense he’s looking at where we’re connected, admiring how well we fit together.
Without warning, he pulls out and slams into me. I cry out. He pounds against my ass, sliding into my slick heat over and over, each time hitting that glorious spot inside me that only he can reach. I turn my face into the mattress and let out whateverungodly noise necessary to get me through this. Because it’s too much. It’s not enough. And I’m pretty sure I’ve lost all sense of direction.
Blood rushes to my head and it feels like I’m floating. My stomach muscles start to not only flutter but actually clinch like I’m doing a set of sit-ups, and I know what I’m about to experience is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
As the first wave of my orgasm hits, my entire body contracts.
