My hands find his shoulders first—broad, solid—and then my fingers slide into his hair, gripping at the nape, holding on as my body starts to respond faster than I expect.
A large hand glides between my legs, then delicately brushes my lips and strokes through my wetness before one thick finger pushes inside me. Then another joins it. I gasp at the pressure, the stretch, the way my body welcomes it.
“You’re tight,” he groans against my skin, voice muffled. “You’re gonna need another to fit me.”
After a few more caresses, a third finger pushes in and my breath stutters. He moves them with care at first, then purpose, sweeping in and out, dragging against every spot that makes my legs weak.
My head falls back, hips rocking forward. “Hex—” I choke out. “I’m close… I’m gonna come. Stop.”
His voice is velvet and a growl all at once. “There will be more.”
My breath is ragged now, falling out of me in huffs as if I can’t catch a deep enough inhale. “I’ve never had more than one during sex.”
He lifts his head, eyes on fire. “That’s because you’ve never been with me.”
Then his fingers curl again, and he whispers, “Go ahead and come on my fingers, darlin’.”
The first tremor starts deep inside her. I feel it before I see it. Tight, fluttering pulses clenching around my fingers. Her breath catches, a jerk running through her as her body moves before her mind can catch up.
That’s it.She’s coming.
I slide my fingers free, slick and glistening, and grip her hips, guiding her forward. The head of my cock finds her center. She gasps, one hand flying to my shoulder, and I pull her down onto me. Inch by slow inch, She stretches for me. Takes. Welcomes.
Fuck.
I fit inside her like she was made for this.For me. Her walls pulse around me, still trembling from the orgasm I gave her, and I’m barely in before I’m clamping down on every bit of control I’ve got not to lose it.
I feel like a virgin again. First time. First thrust. First taste of heaven.
Sable drops her head, lips parted on a breathy moan I know I’ll hear in every dream from now until the day the good Lord puts me in the ground.
I slide my hands up her spine, palms wide, firm. Memorizing her bare skin under my fingers. She’s warm, soft, and so strong. I kiss the swell of her breast as she moves against me. Then the other, tongue circling her nipple. I suck—once, then harder—earning a beautiful hitch in her breath when I push just a little harder than I did before, testing her.
She’s not thinking anymore. She’s moving on pure want. Clutching at my shoulders. Hips rolling. Desperate for an anchor.
I look up, andgoddamn. Flushed. Radiant. Her body glistens with the beginning of sweat. Every part of her saysmine. She’s every version of divine I never deserved. And something primal surges in my chest.
Sable’s nails rake my back, a sharp, welcome sting. “You’re so big,” she whispers.
She’s not talking about my size. It’s about the way I fill her. Stretch her. Claim every inch of her from the inside out.
And hell yes, I’m proud of that. Proud of the way she yields. Of how her body speaks truth her mouth never could.
I let her ride me. Because it feels good. So fucking good. She’s tight and wet and so damn responsive it nearly breaks me in half. I grip her hips, guiding her just enough to help her chase the edge.
But I want more. I want all of her. Every damn angle.
“Turn around for me,” I say, voice rough from holding back. “Lay down. Stomach on the bed.”
She moves with a kind of surrender that feels sacred, not because she has to, but because she wants to. And fuck does she move. She lays out for me like a gift—body stretched long, ass lifted just right, one knee bent just how I want it.
Air catches in my throat.
Fuck, she’s perfect.
Her pussy is slick, pink, glistening with everything I want. Open. Mine.
I kneel behind her, hands smoothing over her ass, spreading her slow. Leaning in, I lick her from her clit to that sweet, soft pillowy opening. Dipping in, tasting all of her.
