"You feel incredible. So wet."
I press a kiss to her shoulder blade. "Do you know how beautiful you are like this?"
She makes a strangled sound—half laugh, half moan.
My cock twitches against her, getting impossibly harder.
"Still think I'm gay?" I murmur against her ear, rubbing myself against the small of her back. "Want me to prove how straight I am?"
"Because I could take you hard right now." I increase thepressure, feeling her swell under my touch. "Show you exactly what you do to me. Would you like that, Jane? Want me to ruin you for anyone else?"
"Yes," she gasps, pushing back against me desperately. "Please—"
But I feel the tremor in her thighs. See the way her knuckles are white on the couch back.
She's eager. But she's still so new to this.
I exhale hard, reining myself in. "Not like that. Not yet."
"West—"
"Shh." I press a kiss to her shoulder blade, gentling my touch.
My fingers resume their circles—fast, then slow, then fast again. Teasing. "You don't know what you're asking for, darling."
"I'm not—I can—"
I laugh against her neck, the sound rough.
"Oh, I know you think you can take it. But not yet."
I bite down gently on her earlobe.
"First, I'm going to have you like this—hands and knees on the couch. Your first doggy is mine. I'm going to make you feel every inch. And when you think about this position for the rest of your life, you're going to remembermebehind you."
My hand tightens possessively on her hip. "And trust me, sweetheart—by the time I'm finished, you won't be thinking about anything except how good I feel inside you."
She whimpers, her body already responding to my words, hips rolling back against my hand.
"That's it. Show me how much you want it." My fingers work her clit faster now, tighter circles that make her gasp. She's wound so tight, her body still sensitive from the first orgasm.
She bounces against me, her back arching in perfect offering.
I position myself behind her, one hand gripping her hip, the other guiding my cock to her entrance.
She's so wet she’s dripping down her inner thigh. I can feel it on my fingers, slick and hot.
"Deep breath," I tell her, pressing head my broad head forward just enough to feel resistance. "This is going to feel different. Deeper."
"I'm ready," she gasps. "West, please—"
I push in slowly, watching her body accept me inch by inch as I stretch her. The angle is intense—for both of us. I can feel every flutter of her muscles, every adjustment as she takes me deeper.
"Holy—" Her voice breaks off into a moan. "That's—oh—"
"I know." My grip on her hip tightens, holding her steady as I sink deeper. "You're doing so well. Taking me so perfectly."
She’s so tight, the sensation is almost unbearable—hot, silken velvet gripping me, pulling me deeper. I grit my teeth, fighting for control, forcing myself to go slow, to let her adjust.
