I notch the tip of my cock at her entrance and slowly push in an inch, pull out, and slide in again, a little further. She keeps bucking her hips, trying to take me in on her own.
“Letty, baby.”
“Do it. I need you, Gage. Stop tormenting me!”
I can’t help a dark chuckle before I draw back my hips and plunge into her depths in one swift, unrelenting, hard thrust.
A scream tears from her lips as I claim what belongs to me, the last barrier to her virginity. I hate to cause her pain, but now it’s done, and I can show her pleasure that overrides any discomfort. My forehead rests against hers, and we breathe together, letting her adjust.
Her fingernails dig into my arms. “Gage.”
“It gets better. I swear it does.”
“I was going to say I feel so full, but I love it.”
Well, fuck. That’s unexpected.
My mouth covers hers, and I begin to move, gliding in and out of her pussy. I roll my hips, taking my time as I plunge and withdraw, hoping to feel her slicken with arousal. And she does as soon as some of the tension eases. Her body relaxes, and her inner walls grip me, providing fantastic friction.
We move in tandem and find a pace that we both enjoy.
“You feel so fucking good,” I murmur against her mouth, kissing her in languid strokes that match the movement of my hips.
“Gage, oh,” she moans, finally feeling that sweet clenching building in her core.
“You should know something,” I grunt, rolling us so she drapes over me. “Give me a second.”
“Okay.”
I pull out of her only long enough to adjust our position. What I have to say needs to happen as I stare into her eyes. I sit against my headboard and adjust her over my hips, so she’s facing me. Soft tits smash against my chest. My hand guides my cock back inside her, ignoring the small tinge of blood I see. Once I’m fully seated, I stare into her eyes. “I love you, Leticia Marie Jacobs.”
I’m probably saying the words too early. I don’t care.
She blinks, lifting her hand to brush the light scruff on my jaw. “I think I’ve loved you since the wedding.”
“Not me,” I admit. “I knew the day we saw that sunrise.”
“You were longer,” she whispers with awe.
“Yes.”
I snap my hips upward, pushing her legs wider apart. I want to be buried deeper. To thrust into her harder.
She must share the same need. “More, Gage.”
“Touch yourself. Play with your clit,” I order.
Slender fingers slide down her stomach and she obeys, moaning as we rock into each other.
My palms slide around her waist, hook on her shoulders, and move her downward with every thrust. The pull brings her onto my cock as I thrust deeper.
“Oh, shit, Gage!”
That’s all the warning I receive before she tosses her head back and cries out. A full-body tremor seizes her right before she clamps down hard on my cock. The fucking waves of pleasure crashing over her beautiful face leave me breathless with need.
I’m gone after that—no more gentle, coaxing strokes. I roll us over and pound into her, driving fast and hard. I fucking growl and shudder as I come, pumping hard before I spill my cum inside her. I fill her and don’t fucking care. She’s mine.
Completely spent, I close my mouth over hers, stroking her tongue and hoping she can feel how deeply I love her. Afterward, we lay together. Her head rests on my chest. I hold her as if the moment will soon end, and I hope it won’t. I want to keep her in this bed all night.
