The word tears out of me before I can stop it. He's barely inside me and I already feel impossibly full.
James freezes, every muscle locked tight. “Too much?”
“No, I just—” I take a shaky breath. “I wasn't prepared for how it would feel.”
“How does it feel?” His voice is strained, like the question costs him something.
“Like you're everywhere. Like there's no room for anything else.” I meet his eyes. “Don't stop.”
Having him inside me is so fucking good, the emptiness I felt after his fingers withdrew finally filled.
But it also hurts like hell.
No, it’s not quite pain. It’s more of an uncomfortable sting, something my body wasn’t ready for. I sort of…like it.
A shiver runs through me as I try to adjust to his width.
It takes me a second to realize that my fingers are digging into James’s arms hard enough to bruise. I relax my grip slightly. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay. Grab me as hard as you need to.”
He shifts his weight onto one arm, then brings his thumb to his mouth. My mind goes blank for a second when he puts it to his mouth, coating it with his saliva before he draws his hand down between our bodies. The slick digit moves over my clit, sending a pulse of heat between my thighs. Slowly, I feel myself relaxing around his cock.
“Good girl. That’s it.”
My breath catches. No one’s ever called me that before. Those two words, good girl, fill my chest with warmth. They make me feel cherished, admired, and cared for.
James circles his thumb around my clit again. “Can you take a little more?”
“I think so.”
I’m not sure howmuchmore I can take. I might have to stop him after another inch, but damn it if I’m not going to try.
His cock moves deeper inside me, just a small increment. This time, I’m ready for the pain. I wince, even though it’s not so bad. In fact, it goes away quickly, replaced by pleasure—pleasure that surges higher as James carefully touches my clit.
“More,” I whisper.
He pauses. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
He feeds me another half inch, giving me time to adjust. I’m not just ready for the pain now. I’m craving it. It’s like bittersweet dark chocolate, or stepping into a shower that’s just a little too hot. The edge makes the sweetness that much more satisfying.
We take our time, James giving me more of his cock inch by devastating inch, stroking my clit while I adjust before giving me a little more. His forehead is beaded with sweat from the effort of holding back.
“That's it,” he breathes. “You’re doing so well. Just a little more.”
I whimper as he pushes deeper, digging my nails into his shoulders.
“Shhh, I know. I know it's a lot.” He kisses my temple, my cheek, the corner of my mouth, groaning as I squeeze around him. “You feel so fucking good, Maura.”
A thin sheen of sweat builds on my skin, making me feel hot and cold at the same time. I can’t remember the last time I felt this focused, this in the moment.
His thumb finds my clit, circling gently, and the sharp edge of discomfort blurs into something desperate.
When he’s halfway inside me, he stops and smiles down at me. “Fuck. Fuck, you took me so well.”
Except…I didn’t. Yes, I managed to stretch for half his length, but I can take more—I know I can. He might not expect it from other women, but I’m his wife. I want him to expect more fromme.
