Not just for her body to adjust, but because if I even think about moving right now, I’ll blow my load like a teenage rookie and embarrass myself.It’s that tight.That perfect.That fucking dangerous.
My arms tremble with restraint.I breathe through my nose, counting backwards, trying not to picture the way her pussy’s gripping me, because if I do, I’m finished.This will go down faster than my first time, and that disaster barely lasted ten thrusts before I was apologizing and blaming it on excitement.
So, I wait.
I keep my eyes fixed on her face, watching for every flicker of emotion and each flutter of her eyelashes.
“You okay?”I ask, my voice hoarse.
She nods.
I still don’t move.“Words, Red.I need your fucking words.”
Her eyes meet mine.
“Yeah,” she whispers.“I’m okay.”
I move slowly, even though every inch of my cock sliding out of her pussy feels like hell and heaven tangled together.It takes everything in me not to lose control, not to fuck her the way my body is screaming for.I stay focused.
I pull back a little, her heat clinging to me, and ease back in.It’s slow, measured, so it doesn’t hurt her.Then I pull out again, slower this time, going a little deeper before easing back into her, letting her adjust to the rhythm.My cock throbs, begging for more, but I keep the pace steady, letting her body learn me inch by inch.
She relaxes beneath me.I feel it in the way her pussy opens, takes me deeper.I watch her face as I fuck her slow, the tension easing from her brow, her lips parting on shaky breaths.She’s so fucking beautiful it hurts.
“Christ,” I murmur, my voice low and rough.“You feel so good wrapped around my cock.”
Her eyes flutter, and I thrust deeper, making sure she feels every part of me.
“Fuck,” I growl.“I could stay right here in this pussy forever.”
I move easier now, her body no longer tense from nerves or hesitation.She’s experiencing it.
I shift my hand down between us, finding her clit with my thumb, brushing over it lightly—testing.Her gasp is instantaneous.Her eyes flutter shut, lashes fanning across her cheeks, and her lips part on a moan that makes my spine arch.
That sound… well, fuck me, I’d kill to hear it again.
Her hips shift, chasing the pressure, and that’s when I know.She wants it now.Her moans grow louder, needier.She’s no longer nervous; she’s getting greedy.
I press more firmly on her clit, and her entire body jerks.
“Good girl,” I breathe, fucking mesmerized.“You feel that?That’s your pussy getting addicted to my cock.”
She whimpers, and fuck, I swear I’ll be jerking off to this moment for the rest of my life.
“Eyes on me, Red,” I growl, never slowing the rhythm of my cock fucking into her.
Her moans are pure, fucking music, each sound pulling me closer to the edge.I want her to break first.I want to see what she looks like when she falls apart for me.
“Come for me, Red.Let go.Let me feel it.”
“Reece,” she whimpers, voice shattered, body trembling.
“I’ve got you,” I say.
My rhythm shifts without meaning to.Slower.Deeper.Every thrust is a promise, a claim.Her body rises to meet mine, hips lifting with each thrust.I lean down and drag my mouth over the column of her throat, tasting her skin, inhaling the soft, warm scent of her hair as it fans across the pillow.
One more thrust and she breaks.
Her mouth drops open in a silent gasp before it crashes into a cracked, desperate moan that tears right through me.Her brows pull together, lashes fluttering, her whole face twisted in something so fucking beautiful it knocks the breath right out of me.Her back arches, thighs trembling, her cunt gripping my cock as she comes undone.
