I stiffen a little, because it really is a tight fit. He stops when he’s all the way inside me, kissing me with a tenderness that steals my breath.
I’m a hard woman. I’ve had a rough life. Win is made of iron. So, the gentleness…it undoes me. I wrap my legs around his waist and tug my hands from his grasp, wrapping them around his neck too.
His forehead drops to mine. “Tell me it’s not too bad?”
“Walk in the park.”
“Kitten. Seriously. I would never hurt you.”
I swallow down a lump. “I’m fine, Win. Promise.”
“Do you double promise? Because I can’t bear the thought…”
Win sounds worried. He’s never worried. And I’d like to tease him, but I think I might need to go soft with my response. “Completely fine. You can take it easy on me this time, though.”
He kisses me long and slow in a way that makes me relax back into the bed. “I will.”
“Next time, though, I want to know how it feels to be?—”
He covers my mouth with his hand. “Stop.”
“Why?” I say through his fingers.
“Because I’m trying to keep my composure and I know whatever you’re going to say is going to make me lose my shit.”
Win? Lose his shit? I’d like to see it.
But I don’t say that. Instead, I nip at his fingers, threading my fingers into his hair. He finally lifts his hand.
“Win?”
“Yeah?”
“This was perfect. Thank you.” I don’t say the words I want to say. That I think I could get used to being under him. That his strength, for the first time in my life, has allowed me to relax back. Unwind.
He kisses me again, slowly withdrawing and then carefully pushing back in. It hurts way less, and as he pulls back out, I rock my hips forward, encouraging him to come back inside me.
His large hands cradle my head as he does, but I know he’s holding back, afraid of hurting me.
He just gave me an experience I never dared dream possible, and I’m starting to worry that this might not be great for him.
“Win, you can?—”
“Kitten, let me take care of you.”
And then he kisses me silent again. He slowly picks up the pace and I meet his thrusts, loving the feel of his body, the fullness that comes with him being inside me.
I feel his tension building, the way he picks up speed and I hold him tighter, murmuring words of comfort in his ear.
I’m not sure why, other than I know we’re both hurting a little. Me in body, him in spirit. It bothers him that what we just did hurt me.
His forehead comes to mine as he looks in my eyes. “Kitten.”
“I’m ready,” I whisper, tilting my chin to kiss his lips.
Either my words or my kiss breaks him and he cums, his body shuddering over mine.
I hold him tightly, kissing him over and over as he slows, stops, collapses on top of me.
