He buried his face into her neck to bring her some sort of comfort. Or maybe it was to calm himself down. Maybe both? She didn’t know.
“I can’t guarantee this won’t hurt since it’s your first time, but I promise I’ll do my best to ease the pain,” he confessed earnestly before positioning himself better to hover over her.
She took in the gorgeous man above and felt her arousal seep out at his words.
Nicolas groaned.
He gave a look that matched hers, one of unadulterated lust, but there was also something else. Something much deeper that many people didn’t have the privilege of possessing while doing this act.
Love.
Her husband’s eyes were mirrors to his soul, reflecting how much he loved her. He gave her one final kiss before lining himself up with her opening and pushing into her with a torturously slow thrust.
Her back arched again with a sharp intake of breath.
She felt pain.Actualpain.
Her mouth hung open, shocked as her eyes found his. It was bigger than it looked. And wasn’t really inside her, not even halfway.
Was this even possible? Could it get all the way inside her?
“Darling, please breathe,” he whispered, eyes glazed over with concern. Among that was the restraint of not moving while she was squeezing the life out of him. “Just tryto relax. That’ll help both of us. I swear the pain won’t last for very long.”
Emily felt like her insides were on fire. Wondering if it was a possibility for him to split her in two, she screwed her eyes shut as the burning sensation continued where they were joined.It was like he’d hit a wall and couldn’t go any further.
After inhaling and exhaling slowly for several minutes, with Nicolas sprawling kisses across her shoulder and neck, the tension inside her body loosened. She sank deeper into the mattress with a long and loud exhale, the only sound in the silence of the room which wrapped around them like a cocoon.
Nicolas brushed a hand through her hair, his soft eyes meeting hers. “Better?”
She nodded, speechless at the unfamiliar pressure within her being deeper.
At her confirmation, he pulled halfway out and pushed back in slowly. Her brows scrunched up by the jolt of pain that struck at feeling him in his entirety. He’d finally bottomed out.
“Fuck, are you okay?” Sweat gathered on his forehead as he clenched his teeth.
He was shaking.
She nodded again, tongue swiping out against her bottom lip.
Worried eyes held hers. “Are you sure?”
Her head bobbed up and down.
“Words, baby. I’m gonna need your words this time.”
“I’m sure,” Emily whispered instantly. “Keep going.”
He started again, his movements becoming paced as the pain began to fade within her.
It started feeling…good.Great, even.
“Christ, you’re killing me here, Em,” he cursed underneath his breath.
She looked up to admire him in a mixture of confusion and pleasure.
“You’re tight as fuck. It’s driving me insane,” Nicolas gritted out, his voice strained. “So tight and warm.”
They both let out a shuddering breath.
