“Nooo,” she whines, squeezing her eyes shut as she thrusts her hips toward me, trying to take me inside. “Please don’t stop now.”
“Shit.” I grind the words out through gritted teeth because I’m pissed at myself for not thinking of it earlier. “I need to grab a condom. Hold on.”
Silently cursing myself for every second I have to spend away from her, I hurry down the hall to my bedroom and fumble inside the bedside table drawer until I find a condom. I tear the wrapper open with my teeth as I stride quickly back to Heather’s room and crawl back onto the bed.
I roll the condom down the length of my shaft as quickly as I can, barely aware of her watching me until I see her eyes go wide as she takes in the full view.
I know I’m big—not just down there, but everywhere—and I have to stop myself from grinning at the mixture of arousal and apprehension on her face.
“You can take me, Hurricane. I know you can.” I position myself between her legs again. “It might hurt a little at first, but I’ll go slow. And you can always tell me if it’s too much. I’ll make it good for you, I promise.”
“I don’t want you to hold back.” She reaches up and cups my face with one hand. “I want all of you. Everything you’ve got.”
“You’re asking for a lot, Hurricane.” I chuckle, then lean down and kiss her hard. When I pull back, both of us are breathless. “Do you trust me?”
She nods. “I trust you.”
I position the head of my cock at her entrance, and she squirms under me, already desperate. I want to just drive into her, to bury myself balls-deep and lose myself in her heat, but I force myself to take my time. I want to memorize every detail of this moment. Every sound she makes, every curve and contour of her body, the way she says my name and the smell of sex in the room around us.
All of it.
Everything.
There won’t ever be another first time for us.
I ease the first inch into her and she gasps, her body stretching around me. Fuck, she’s so tight I can barely breathe. I’m patient though, sinking into her with tiny, careful thrusts.
“How does that feel?” I rock forward until another inch disappears inside her. “Talk to me, Heather.”
“It’s good. It’s really good.” Her lips part as she lets out a ragged breath. “But you’re so big. I don’t know if?—”
“You can do this. Just breathe for me.” I stay still, letting her adjust. “Tell me when you’re ready for more, and if you need to stop, just let me know.”
After a moment, she nods. “Okay. I’m ready. Keep going.”
“That’s my girl.” I push in a little deeper, and she sucks in a breath. “You’re doing so fucking well, taking my cock like this.”
She’s still tight as hell, but she’s so damn wet that I can feel her arousal coating my shaft. I have to fight every instinct I have not to just slam into her. Instead, I ease another inch into her and stop again.
“Oh my god.” She’s panting now, her hands clutching at my shoulders. “Grant, you’re so—it’s so much. I feel so full already.”
I can’t help but laugh, even though my entire body is screaming at me to move. “We’re not even halfway there yet, Hurricane. You sure you want all of it?”
“Oh god… holy fuck, how is theremore?” Her eyes are wide, almost panicked, but I can see the arousal there too. “Um, maybe I can’t?—”
“It’s okay.” I kiss her again, softer this time. “Just keep breathing. We’ll go as slow as you need. Only what you can take.”
I pull out slowly, savoring the drag of her tight walls against my shaft, until just the head is inside her. Then I push back in, a little deeper this time, and she moans.
“See? Your body knows what to do.” I brace my hands on either side of her head, keeping my movements slow and steady. “You’re made to take me, beautiful. Made to take my cock.”
I keep going, taking my time until she starts to rock her hips up to meet my next thrust.
She lets out a breath, making a soft noise in her throat. “That actually feels… really good.”
“Yeah? You want more?”
“Yes. Please, Grant. Give me more.”
