Instead of stripping bare, I’m crashing to the floor. My knees ache, but it’s worth the startled gasp she makes as I drag her to the edge. I need to prep her up first, make sure I don’t cause her an ounce of pain. Can’t do that if I get my bare cock anywhere near her.
I don’t relieve her where she aches. Not yet. I drag the pad of my thumb down her slick slit, once, twice, collecting her wetness, spreading it. Her hips jump as I part her lips and take in that sweet, swollen clit. One little graze, and I watch as her entrance flutters, too eager for something to be put inside.
“Cyrus,” she begs again, moving one of her hands to fist the blankets. Her knuckles are a lovely shade of white.
“I know.” Keeping my eyes locked on hers as I lean in, I don’t tell her that the control on my restraints is already about nonexistent as it is. I won’t make her suffer…much.
Licking her from her entrance up to her clit, her thighs tremble against the bed. She’s trying not to jerk, interestingly enough. Probably knows wasting her energy is what takes her out every time I lead her toward pleasure.
After all this time working on the ranch, I can tell her endurance is growing by the day. Tonight, I believe she’ll survive a second round. I need her to.
“Such a good girl, Millie…” Murmuring her favorite words, I pull away just far away enough to push a finger inside. Already feeling the squeeze of her fingers, I bury myself deep to the knuckle. “I should put three of these in you tonight. Think you can handle it?”
“Three?” Her walls flutter before she nods. “I trust you…”
I’m forced to shove a hand down between my thighs to squeeze my cock, forcing myself not to get too affected by all that trust she wants to give. This woman would let me bend her like a pretzel if it meant feeling good by the end of it.
I watch her face, the play of frustration and desperate want, as I begin to push a second finger inside. She sucks it inside immediately, rocking her hips slightly as I rub that special spot she likes so much.
Then,finally, a third. Just the tip, then retreat, over and over again. A shallow, teasing penetration that has her throwing her head to the side. I’d think I was hurting her if it weren’t for the moans leaving her hoarse. Finally, I relent, sinking all three fingers in completely. She’s so tight, clenching around me instantly.
“That’s it,” I soothe, curling my finger slightly, finding that spot inside her that makes her eyes roll back. “You did it, angel.”
I work her open by thrusting those three digits until I feel the slick of her juices sliding down the palm of my hand. She’s going to leave a damp spot against my sheets at this rate.
Not going to want to wash them ever.
Returning my mouth to her clit, I follow the same pace as my fingers. Looking up past the blue fabric, I catch her watching me, her eyes hazy and dilated.
Her body is telling, her chest rising and falling faster and faster. Feeling her clench around my fingers, I keep the same pace until she’s clamping down and crying out my name.
It’s a beautiful sight. One I’m never going to grow tired of seeing.
Slowly, I withdraw my fingers, bringing them to my mouth to taste her release. My gaze never leaves her spent, blissful face. Moving to my feet, I’m shoving my pants and boxers down to my ankles.
She spots my cock bobbing and reaches out to touch me. Knowing I’m barely going to avoid coming as soon as I’m buried inside, I grab her hand to stop her.
“Not now. Show me you’ve got the energy more by moving back.” Releasing her, I grip myself instead. Another brutal squeeze has my toes digging into the floor. “I’m going to need some room.”
Slowly, she does as she’s told before dragging herself back. Her hands fist the middle of her dress, and I notice the sheen of sweat clinging to her skin.
Joining her, I lean in to lick her throat. “You’re going to make it hard to last long, you know that?” Kissing her neck and leaving little marks to remember tonight, my hips shift forward and grind until her release coats every inch I plan to give her. Unable to help myself, I have to kiss her breasts, too. She’s happy tothrust her chest into my face once I’m wrapping my lips around the sensitive buds one at a time. “Once I’m inside of you, I won’t ever want to leave. The things you do to me…”
Rolling my hips, I suffer for just a few more precious seconds before I’m shoving a hand between us.
“Need you inside…” Parting her thighs even further, she shifts until she’s wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around mine. “Please, I can take it. Cyrus…”
Reducing her to a begging state has me pushing inside. The first few inches are easy, but then I’m met with a grip so tight, it’s a miracle I don’t spill everything right then and there. Can’t ruin the first time we’re together like this just because I can’t hold myself back.
“Need to go slow…” Furrowing my brow, I pull back and sink in a little deeper. “Don’t want to hurt you.”
Her body curls and her breath hitches. Instead of groaning at the stretch, she’s surprising me by wrapping her ankles around my hips and encouraging me to sink the rest of the way.
I do. I thrust until she’s got a vice grip on every inch, suffocating me as I bottom out. Not daring to move after, I hear her groan.
“This is why I wanted to take it slow…” Cursing under my breath, I have to move before she snaps my dick in half. Holding my breath, I pull back. “Are you okay?”
Through her glossy lashes, her mouth curves into the kind of smile that steals my heart all over again. “I’m okay, I promise. It’s because it’s you, Cyrus.” Collecting herself, she rolls her hip. “Keep going. I can take it.”
