When her thighs fall lax once more and she’s moaning steadily, I press my finger in again, this time easing deeper. “Ahh—” Mara tenses, but I distract her with a sudden firm suck on her nipple, making her cry out in mingled pleasure. By the time she registers my finger is fully inside her, I’ve already begun pumping it slowly, shallowly.
She’s so tight and hot and soft and I grit my teeth, willing myself not to imagine how it will feel when I’m finally inside her.Not yet. Patience.
I work her open with one finger until I feel her slickness increasing, her body adjusting. When I think she’s ready, I slide a second finger in alongside the first. Her breath hitches sharply and she clings to my forearm and hand, nails digging in. Her eyes fly open, shining with tears at the corners.
Her brow is pinched, a mix of discomfort and need.
“It’s okay. Relax. Breathe, Mara. Look at me.”
She does, locking onto my gaze. I keep my fingers still inside her, letting her adjust to the stretch. Slowly, I feel her muscles flutter and then give way, easing the pressure. Her pained expression softens as she takes a deep breath and lets it out.
“That’s my girl,” I murmur. The words slip out without thought, but they feel right.
When I curl my fingers slightly, finding that spongy spot inside that makes her jerk, she tears her mouth from mine with a strangled cry. “Jasper! Oh?—”
I capture her gasp with another kiss, whispering against her lips, “I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” I don’t even know if the words are audible. It doesn’t matter; she can feel it in the way I’m holding her, in every careful thrust of my hand.
Her wetness is flowing freely now, easing the glide of my fingers and telling me she’s close. Her thighs begin to quiver around my waist. Time to take her over the edge. She should come once before I claim her completely, to help with the pain.
I pick up the pace just a fraction and rub my thumb over her clit in tandem. Mara’s entire body goes taut. She throws her head back, panting my name over and over in a broken chant. “Jasper, please… I—I—ah!” Her voice breaks on a sob of pleasure.
Suddenly, her walls clench hard around my fingers, and a hot flood of moisture coats my hand. I watch, utterly mesmerized, as Mara’s eyes squeeze shut and her mouth falls open in a silent cry. Her free hand flies to grip the headboard above her, and the other braces on my shoulders, her nails biting into my skin. I continue circling her clit through her climax, prolonging it until her legs are shaking around me. When her body finally begins to relax, Igently ease my fingers out of her, soaked and trembling myself from holding back so fiercely.
Mara is panting, her eyes unfocused and dazed. A tear has escaped down her temple, and I kiss it away softly. Her entire body is glowing with a thin sheen of sweat, and in the lamplight she looks like some ravaged angel. Mine. The thought echoes, reverent and possessive.
She blinks up at me as her breathing steadies. “I never… I didn’t know it could feel like that,” she whispers, voice hoarse.
I smile softly and sign, “There’s more.”I brush her lower lip with my thumb. “You okay?”
She nods vigorously, swallowing. “Yes. More, please.” She blushes as she says it, but her legs falling open again in invitation tells me more than words.
I sit up, quickly pulling my shirt off over my head. It joins the pile of clothes on the floor. Mara’s eyes drift over my chest, and I see hunger in her gaze that rivals my own. She reaches out uncertainly and places a hand on my abdomen, fingers splaying over my stomach muscles. I shiver under her touch.
I rise to my knees and finish the job, shucking off my jeans and boxer briefs in one go. My erection springs free, painfully hard and already beading at the tip with pre-cum. I hear Mara’s breath catch as her gaze falls to my length.
I quickly lower myself between her thighs once more, not wanting her to worry. I nudge her nose with mine to get her to meet my eyes.“We’ll go slow,”I promise her.
She gives a small nod, wrapping her arms around my back. I feel her legs shift, the inside of her thighs brushing against my hips as she welcomes me in the only way she knows how. The gesture sends a rush of love—yes, love, damn it—through me so strongly I have to close my eyes for a second to steady myself.
Reaching down, I position myself at her entrance. I nudge her entrance with the head of my length, and I almost lose it right there. I grit my teeth, forcing control. With one hand, I grip the base of myself to guide it, and with the other I find Mara’s handand entwine our fingers again, pressing them above her head into the pillows. Our eyes lock.
“This… might hurt,” I manage to rasp out, barely audible, but I see her understand.
I capture her lips in a tender kiss, trying to distract her as I push past that last barrier with a gentle but firm motion. I feel the subtle give as I breach her hymen, and Mara tenses under me, a muffled cry lost into my mouth. Pain. It’s a hot knife in her whimper and it nearly kills me.
I still—fully seated now; I’m inside her to the hilt. She’s shaking, nails biting into my shoulder, her breaths coming in short gasps through her nose as I continue kissing her softly, swallowing her pained sounds. We stay like that for a long moment, joined and motionless save for the comforting stroke of my hand up and down her side.
Gradually, I feel her body acclimate, the rigidity in her thighs easing a bit, her hips shifting experimentally. I pull back from the kiss to look at her. Her eyes flutter open, watery but strong.
“It’s okay,” she murmurs, and even gives a tiny smile. “It… it’s already better.”
I brush damp hair off her temple and nod. I sign with my free hand,“Tell me if you need me to stop.”My fingers then form the word “please,” probably unnecessarily, but I need her to know how much her well-being means.
“I will,” she promises softly.
I take a slow breath. Inch by inch, I withdraw, feeling her inner walls drag against me. We both shudder—she from the strange sensation, me from the almost overwhelming pleasure of it. Then I push in again, just as slowly.
Her mouth falls open and she releases a long sigh. Not a pained one—no, this sounds different. I watch her face. Her brows knit in concentration, or maybe wonder rather than hurt. I repeat the motion, pulling out and gliding back in with a little more confidence.
