Together we move and grind against each other. The swollen head of his cock slips between my folds and I move over the top of him as he instructed. Not entering me, but doing a good job of destroying my control as he nudges against my clit. Waves of electricity wash through me.
Straddling him like this, I cling to him and whimper for more shamelessly.
He traps my mouth in a hard, claiming kiss. He tastes of my juices, wild passion, and wickedness.
Panting and trembling in his arms, I can’t find it in me to mask my true feelings. “I want you, Rafael. I want you to make me shatter and then tell me I’m pretty once you break me fully.”
He moves my hair from my shoulder and kisses the scars I forgot all about. “No one will ever break you. Ever. I will spend the rest of my time on this earth fixing what others tried to destroy.”
I don’t know what to say to that but add more truth to the moment between us. I still over the top of him and bite down on my lower lip for a second as I try to find the words for what I need to say. I wrap my arms around his neck and lean back to look him in the eye. I never did like having something to say without seeing the other person’s eyes.
This probably isn’t the best time, but when is it? “About the scars,” I start.
The creases at the edges of his eyes soften. “You can tell me when you’re ready. Right now let me love you.”
I run my fingers through his hair and tilt my head sideways when he comes in and places a line of kisses along the column of my neck.
He lays me back and stands over me, gripping my hips.
Wordlessly, we lock gazes as I guide his cock to my entrance. My folds spread around his engorged head and ever so slowly I take him an inch at a time inside my virgin channel.
Panting and trembling in his arms, I can’t find it in me to take him the rest of the way inside me. “Rafael.” My mouth hinges open on a heavy groan. “It hurts.”
I tremble with the need to have him.
“It will hurt,” he says, reading my expression with the ease of a man who has been studying me for weeks. "You know the first time always does, little dove. But I will make it good for you, Persia. I swear on everything I am, I will make it good.”
He settles between my thighs and I feel the blunt head of him pressing against my entrance, hot and insistent. His eyes lock with mine as he begins to push forward, inch by devastating inch, and the stretch is unlike anything I have ever experienced.
“Let me help you.”
I swallow hard, my body flushed with heat and tingles. He holds me to him, steadying my trembling body.
It burns. It aches. It feels like being split in two by something too big to possibly fit inside me.
My channel stretches. I inhale sharply. And then he hits a barrier and pauses, his jaw clenched with the effort of holding himself back.
“Breathe, little dove. Just breathe.” He spreads kisses over my cheeks, forehead and then softly to my lips.
I did not realize I had stopped. I force air into my lungs, force my muscles to relax, and when he pushes through in one swift thrust, the sharp sting of pain makes me cry out against his shoulder.
I wrap my body around his and love the weight of him pressing me down. For the first time in my life I feel grounded.
With his eyes locked on mine, Rafael pulls out and sinks every inch in with one controlled thrust. My channel grips him and the bloom of fire deep in my core forces the air from my lungs.
The pain fades, replaced by a fullness that borders on overwhelming need to feel him move inside me. He is everywhere, inside me and around me and consuming every sense I possess. I can smell the cedar and smoke of his skin, taste the salt of sweat on my lips where I kissed his shoulder, feel the thundering of his heart against my chest where our bodies press together.
“Move.” The word comes out as a whisper plea. “Please, Rafael. Move.”
He obeys with a gentleness that breaks something inside me. Long, slow strokes that let my body adjust to the invasion, that transform pain into pleasure with patient, devastating precision. His thumb finds my clit and begins to circle in time with his thrusts, building the tension that has been coiling in my belly since he first touched me in his office.
“That’s it.” His voice is strained, rough with the effort of holding back. “Take what you need, little dove. Use me.”
I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him deeper, chasing the sensation that is building like a storm inside me. The angle changes and suddenly he is hitting a spot that makes stars explode behind my eyes, pleasure so intense it borders on pain.
“Rafael.” His name is a prayer on my lips. “I am going to—I cannot?—”
"Let go." He drives into me harder, faster, his control finally snapping. “Come for me, Persia. Let me feel you fall apart around me.”
