I smirk and reach over to my nightstand, where I pull out a condom and open the package. I glance over at her and catch her intense stare as I roll the condom over my aching cock and make sure it’s rolled all the way down.
“Do you want me on top, or do you want to be on top?” I ask her.
“I . . . I don’t know,” she answers. “Maybe you on top.”
I move back between her legs, and instead of slipping inside her right away, I lower my mouth to hers and kiss her again, parting her lips with my tongue.
She relaxes beneath me, so I spend time on working her mouth while I play with her breast, loving the way it feels in my palm, so soft, like velvet.
And when I think that she’s truly relaxed, I line up my cock against her wet, ready entrance. From the mere feel of my dick near her, she tenses again.
“You need to relax, Lia.”
“I know,” she breathes. “I’m just nervous.”
“Nothing to be nervous about.” I kiss along her jaw, down her neck, and then back up. With my cock at her entrance, I carefully press into her, only an inch, and let her adjust.
“Oh God,” she gasps. “Breaker, you’re too big.”
“I’m not, Lia. I’m perfect for you.” I nibble at her ear and play with her nipple before moving my mouth back to hers. It takes her a second, but she kisses me back with the same passion. And I let her get lost in my mouth as I slowly move inside her again. She’s so fucking tight that I break out in a sweat, my mind swirling with how incredible this is going to feel.
So fucking amazing.
“You okay?” I ask her while I kiss her jaw.
“Yes,” she breathes, so I move another inch. “Jesus,” she whispers.
“You sure you’re good?”
“Yes. I just . . . I’ve never felt like this before.”
“Do you want me to keep going?”
“God, yes,” she says as she finds my mouth again and relaxes some more, making it easier for me to slip in. After a few more minutes, with her relaxing into my mouth, I’m able to almost insert myself fully.
Her chest rises against mine, and she tears her mouth away, taking a deep breath. I steal the moment to bring her breast up to my mouth, where I suck on her nipple.
“You’re so good, Breaker.”
Her words encourage me, so as I bite down on her nipple, I thrust my hips that very last inch, bottoming out as she clenches around me.
“Fucking . . . hell,” I groan as I drop my head to her shoulder.
She holds me tightly, her breathing labored. “So full, Breaker.”
I lift my head and find tears in her eyes. My hand quickly falls to her cheek as I ask, “Shit, are you okay?”
“Perfect,” she says as she pulls on the back of my head and brings me close to her mouth.
This time, I kiss her deeply. I stretch my tongue farther into her mouth, and she matches the depth. Our colliding mouths send a rippling sensation up the backs of my legs that forces me to move my hips.
“I’m . . . I’m sorry,” I say against her mouth. “I need release.”
“Me too,” she says as she shifts her pelvis.
“Fuck, Ophelia, don’t move.” I pin my hand against her hip. “You’ll make me come.”
She smirks and then moves her pelvis again.
