“Nothing’s wrong. Relax. Your body will let me in when it’s ready.”
“But I?—”
He cuts me off by reaching around and gripping my erection by the base. Squeezing. Making me whine like some sort of crazed animal.
With one stroke, he’s pressing inside and my body is closing around him.
“Holy wowzers.”
His whole body shakes as he laughs.
Holy wowzers? When have I ever saidthat? “Sorry.”
“Don’t be,” he says, stroking my back. “You’re really something.”
Before I can say anything in response, he’s asking, “You doing okay?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
He keeps stroking my back, soothing me as he slowly inches deeper inside me and I groan.
How do I describe that sensation? Being filled up. Weird. So insanely good. He brushes that spot he was massaging with his fingers, the one that made me drool onto the pillow. I’m sure I go cross-eyed. The noise I make doesn’t even sound human.
Elias gasps behind me and I realize this feels good for him too. Wow, am I a selfish lover?
“Is it good?” I ask.
His voice is breathy and hoarse when he replies. “So good. You wouldn’t …” he pauses as he sinks deeper. “Believe.”
We moan together as he bottoms out.
“I’m all the way in. You still okay?”
“Yes.”
There’s this amazing, full feeling spreading through my whole body and I don’t want it to end. So when he starts moving, pulling out, I plead, “Stop.”
“What? Did I hurt you?”
“No, just … come back.”
He sinks back and I moan. “Stay like that, please.”
“Sure, get comfortable, take your time.”
“I am comfortable.”
God, am I a weirdo?
He resumes stroking my back as I try to explain.
“I just … really like the way this feels. I don’t want you to move. Not yet. Is that weird?”
“No, it’s not weird. You want me to wait.”
“Yes.”
