I shake my head. “We’re not done yet.”
His brow furrows slightly. “You want me to keep going?”
I drag my hands up his arms and over his shoulders. “I want all of you, James.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I know.” I lift my head, brushing my lips against his. “I want to.”
His mouth sets in grim determination as he pushes in a little deeper. I gasp, and his cock pulses inside me.
“Fuck, it’s hard to hold back when you make those sexy little noises,” he groans.
My heart flutters. “Really?”
“Yes.” He pushes in a little more and strokes my clit. “Your gasps and moans. They’re so fucking hot. Never hold them back. I want to hear you.”
So I don’t. I whimper and sigh as he works his way deep inside me, stretching me further than I ever knew I could take. Each tiny thrust from him is a little less controlled, and that edge of wildness makes my pussy weep even more. It’s so good, so new, so exhilarating.
“I’m almost there,” James whispers against my neck. “Can you take it?”
Even though he can’t see it, I smile through the pain. “Yes.”
He thrusts one more time, and I feel his hipbones press flush against mine.
My pulse flutters, spurred by the impossible fullness that’s so intense it makes my eyes water.
I managed to fit his whole length. I’m overwhelmed with a mix of triumph, pride, and satisfaction that makes me feel more alive than I have in years. Forget skydiving, mountain-biking, whatever adrenaline junkies do to get their fix. It can’t feel better than this.
James’s arm trembles as he holds himself up. His eyes clench shut as he tries to handle the feeling of being fully inside me.
“Fuck, Maura,” he says through gritted teeth. “No one else has ever fit me like this.”
A surge of pride rushes through me. Maybe it’s messed up, but I love knowing I’m the one who did this for him. This proud, disciplined man is unraveling for me in real time. My inner walls pulse, milking him.
He responds by rocking himself inside me, a small movement that hits a spot that’s pleasure sheathed in pain. He follows it with a sweep of his thumb over my clit that has me grinding my hips against his. My legs wrap around his waist, shifting the angle, and we both moan together.
“I don’t know how long I can hold back,” he mutters.
His entire body is trembling with the effort of restraint. I can feel it in the tension of his arms, the flex of his thighs against mine.
“I don't want to hurt you,” he grits out.
“You won't.” I cup his face in my hands, forcing him to look at me. “I’ll tell you if I need you to stop.”
“Promise?” he grits out.
“Promise. Nowtakewhat you need.”
I kiss him lightly again, giving him permission.
He buries his head against my neck and takes all that I can give him. He thrusts inside me with shallow, even strokes at first, never stopping the pressure against my clit. It swells against his touch, sending bolts of electric lightning through me.
“Eyes on me,” he commands when I squeeze them shut. “I want to watch you fall apart.”
“James—”
“That's it. Say my name.” He rolls his hips deeper, hitting something inside me that makes stars burst behind my eyes. “Let me hear how good I'm making you feel.”
