Not yet,” he says against my skin. “Need you wetter than you’ve ever been.”
He moves to the other breast, giving it the same thorough attention while I fist my hands in his hair, holding him to me. The ache between my legs is becoming unbearable as he kisses his way down my stomach, teeth scraping lightly over my hip bone, while he slides the waistband of my panties down my thighs until he’s flicking them off the bed and onto the floor.
He settles between my thighs, pushing them wider, and I’m already trembling with anticipation as he kisses the inside of my thighs until his mouth finds my center, and I whimper at needing him there, as every coherent thought leaves my brain, and all I can think about is him and this moment between us.
He’s not gentle this time—he’s deliberate, intense, using everything he learned about my body before. His tongue works my clit in firm circles while one hand grips my thigh, holding me open for him. I gasp, hips rolling against his mouth, needing more pressure.
I’m already so wound up from all the anticipation, all the touching, that I can feel my orgasm building embarrassingly fast.
“That’s it,” he encourages between licks as his finger enters me and slides across the spot he knows undoes me. He works me slowly and then adds a second finger, filling me further until I can feel myself teeter over the edge of a cliff. I pull harder at his hair, moaning out his name into the dark. “Take one more. I know you can,” he encourages as he adds a third finger that fills me so full I think I can’t handle any more.
It doesn’t take long. My body is primed and dripping wet, and when he curls his fingers against that spot inside me while sucking my clit, I come apart, falling over the edge of my orgasm, gasping through the waves of pleasure.
He works me through it with gentle movements as I come down until finally, he withdraws his fingers.
I hear him moving, the sound of a drawer opening. When I force my eyes open, he’s kneeling between my legs, completely naked now, rolling a condom down his length.
The sight of him makes my mouth go dry. He’s hard, thick, and suddenly the nervousness comes rushing back.
He must see it on my face because he leans down, caging me in with his arms, and kisses me softly.
“Hey,” he whispers against my lips. “Stay with me. We’ve done all the hard work. Your body is ready, but we’re going to take this really slow, okay? You stop me if it hurts, or for any reason at all.”
I nod. “I’m just... what if it doesn’t fit?”
He huffs a soft laugh. “It’ll fit, baby. I promise. It might be uncomfortable at first, but you’re soaking for me. We’re going to take our time so you can adjust. We’re not in a hurry. It’s just us.”
The softness in his voice, the assurance he gives me… it has me trusting him completely.
“Tell me you trust me,” he says, pulling back to look in my eyes.
“I do,” I breathe, and I mean it. “I trust you, Scottie.”
“Then trust me when I say I’m going to make this so good for you.” He positions himself at my entrance, and I feel the broad head pressing against me. “Remember to breathe. If you need me to stop, you tell me. Understood?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl.” He leans down to kiss me as he starts to press forward.
He presses forward again, just a little, and I feel the stretch—so much more than his fingers. It burns a little as his head pushes past my entrance, and I grip tight around his neck.
“I got you… tell me to stop,” he says, but I shake my head. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he groans, voice strained. “So goddamn tight, Katerina. Are you okay?”
I nod, the burn intensifies as he presses deeper, and I grip his shoulders hard enough to leave marks.
“Breathe, baby,” he murmurs, holding still, letting my body adjust for a moment before he continues. “You’re doing so well.”
He rocks forward another inch, and I gasp at the stretch, at the way my body has to accommodate him. It’s overwhelming, intense, toeing the line between too much and not enough.
I’m not sure how pain and pleasure mix like they are, but soon the initial burn is gone, and all I feel is my body’s need for more of him and a feeling of fullness as he slowly enters me, inch by inch, as my body stretches to accommodate him pulls a moan from my lips.
“Do you need me to slow down?”
I shake my head.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I say. “I’m sure.”
