“I know,” James murmurs, his breath hot between my legs. “It’s a lot, but you can take it.”
“What makes you so sure?” I’m only half joking.
“Because you’re strong, Maura, and you’re doing so well already.”
He lowers his head again and laps softly at my clit, not moving his fingers, letting me adjust to the intrusion. He’s patient as he coaxes me into relaxing. My thighs relax around his face, jolts of electric heat replacing the burning stretch.
When my hips start rocking against his mouth, James moans against me, burying his face in my pussy as he devours me. If it were anyone else, I might be self-conscious about whether he was really enjoying himself. But this is James—there’s no emotion, no obligation. He’s there because he wants to be, and I give myself over fully to the feeling of it.
The pleasure creeps up on me at first, then subsumes me like an avalanche. My whole body shakes, my thighs clenching around James’s head as my climax takes over me. My vision goes white, and it takes a long moment for the world to come back into focus.
I blink, and James is smiling up at me.
“Beautiful,” he praises, sending a flush of warmth through my chest. He has no idea what he just gave me—not just the best orgasm of my life, though that would be more than enough.
It was my first orgasm with anyone other than myself.
He reaches down, unbuttoning his trousers and pulling them off along with his briefs. He’s finally fully naked, the strong muscles in his thighs matching the muscles of his chest, and?—
“Holy shit,” I breathe.
James's lips twitch—the closest thing to a smile I've seen from him. “That's the typical reaction.”
“I didn't mean—I just—” I can't stop staring. “How does that evenwork?”
“Carefully.” He strokes himself slowly, almost lazily, and my mouth goes dry watching his hand move. “And only with a partner who trusts me.”
I could tell James was big just from his body pressing against mine, but nothing prepared me for the full size of it. It’s long and thick, more than any cock I’ve ever seen. If I wrapped my hand around him, even with my long fingers, they wouldn’t even come close to touching. No wonder he took so long getting me ready—I’d need a hell of a warm-up just to take the tip of him.
He circles his cock with his hand, pumping it slowly as I realize there’smore. He’s still growing, and a spike of fear pierces through me. Maybe those rumors about him sending his lovers to the hospital were true, after all. It’s not hard to imagine him splitting someone open trying to fit him.
“It’s okay,” James says, his eyes fixed on mine. His gaze is steady and reassuring. “We’ll go slow. Most women only take half, so I’ll be happy with however much you can handle. Okay?”
His thumb traces my cheekbone, unexpectedly tender. “I mean it, Maura. Whatever you can give me is enough. I won't be disappointed.”
Something in my chest cracks open at that. He means it. I can see it in the way his jaw is set, the restraint coiled in every muscle. This man who gets everything he wants is telling me he'll be satisfied with whatever I offer.
It makes me want to give him everything.
I let out a shaky breath. He hasn’t given me a reason not to trust him, not in this. “Okay.”
He crawls up the bed and hovers over me, supporting his weight on his arms. His blue eyes flash up to mine, and for a second, I catch a glint of warmth instead of ice.
His mouth closes around mine, his tongue moving in long, sensual strokes. It’s enough to take over my senses—enough to distract me while he presses the tip of his cock against my entrance.
He pauses there, jaw tight with restraint. “Look at me, Maura.”
My eyes flutter open.
“I need you to breathe for me. Can you do that?” His voice is guarded. “You're so small. I don't want to hurt you.”
“You won't.”
“I might.”
He moves the swollen tip through my wetness, coating it before he starts to push inside.
“Fuck!”
