He licks his lips, looking down between us. “It’ll only hurt for a second.”
He sighs, pulling back slightly one more time before shoving himself all the way in with a groan. I gasp, a sharp pain cutting into me. I slam my eyes shut, not wanting him to see that he hurt me.
“Shh, baby. You’re okay. It won’t hurt again. I’m sorry. You’re gorgeous. You’re taking it so good.”
A single tear streams out of the corner of my eye, but he licks it away. He’s staying perfectly still, letting me adjust to his size.
“Take a deep breath for me. Come on, baby.” He’s panting in a way that makes my toes curl.
I finally open my eyes, immediately being met with his intense gaze on me. He leisurely pulls himself out before rocking back in slowly. His lips part, the ecstasy on his face giving me a high I could get addicted to.
I’m making him feel this way.
It still hurts, but the pain is mostly from his size and the discomfort. The fact that it’s him—it’s Sam—slowly fucking me into the oblivion of pleasure makes me not care a single bit.
“You can go faster,” I tell him.
All he needed was permission. His hips speed up, and he starts pumping into me. I watch his face, in awe of how attractive he is. It’s like being fucked by every fantasy I’ve ever had come to life. Sam Seymour is all of them in one, every book boyfriend personified.
“Are you okay?” he asks, slowing down slightly. He cups the side of my face tenderly.
I nod. “It doesn’t hurt anymore. It’s starting to feel … really good.”
He leans down, kissing me as his hips start pounding into me again. I gasp, reaching up to grab his shoulders. I never imagined it could be this intense, this … overwhelming. I suddenly want to cry and tell him that I love him and I always have.
Oh my God, do not say that.
My pussy is raw and achy, but it’s also adjusting to him, like I was made for him. I reach up to wrap my fingers around his bulging tricep.
The pleasure is building in me again, climbing up to a place I don’t think I can handle right now. He slows, making eye contact with me.
“How you doing, baby?”
His fingers find my clit. I moan, shaking my head. “Too much, I can’t.”
“Yes, you can. You can come again.”
“It still hurts a little bit.”
“Focus on my eyes and my fingers.”
He swirls his thumb around my clit, his hips thrusting into me with a steady rhythm. I bite my lip, trying not to confess how many times I’ve pictured this. The pain is ebbing away each time he drives into me. He keeps eye contact with me.
“You feel fucking amazing.” He grunts.
I whimper, loving the gravelly sound of his sex voice.
“And I’m really trying not to come yet in your tight, tight pussy.”
Another orgasm is climbing inside me, threatening to spill over at any moment.
“But God, it’s hard. It’s hard not to come.”
I sob as the pleasure becomes too much, pushing me over the edge. It’s more intense than the first one, like fire licking through my entire frame. My fingers dig into his arm, and my thighs tighten around his hips.
He suddenly jerks, his hips losing their rhythm for a few beats. He moans into my neck, kissing me and whispering something I can’t make out. The thin layer of sweat on my body begins to cool as every muscle relaxes more than I thought physically possible.
Finally, he pulls out of me and plants another kiss on my collarbone before pulling away from me completely and collapsing on the other side of the bed.
