“I need…I want…I don’t know…” she pleaded, her eyes filled with panic.
“I know, baby, I know. I’m going to make it all better, I promise,” he whispered, lowering his lips to hers and covering her mouth. At the same moment he slipped a finger inside her, swallowed her cry, and tested the barrier blocking his path. It was definitely there, but he knew it had to go. She was gloriously tight, clamping down on his invading digit strongly. It was impossible not to grind his cock against her hip and soon he was moaning into her throat.
He’d never wanted anything as much as he wanted to spread her legs wide, move over her, and bury his cock to the hilt inside her slick little channel. There’d been precious little to smile about in the last few years, but he smiled now. He could do this right; make her his forever, but not that way. Not rushed and painful.
She was too tense, possibly frightened, and he had to take things slow. She needed release and she would be much more pliant after. Then when her body was relaxed and glowing, he would take her, explaining the pain would be only that one time and would fade quickly.
“Bring your arms down, baby. I don’t want you to get cramps,” he advised, kissing his way to her breasts. He debated moving lower and thought about sucking her sweet little clit until she flew apart, but decided it might alarm her needlessly. That treat could be savored later.
Sucking her nipples, he concentrated on her clit, swirling his finger over it again and again as her hands clutched his shoulders. Relentlessly he manipulated the nub, increasing his speed and pressure until she was frantic, trying to push him away with one hand and clutching his head to her breast with the other.
Lifting his head, he looked into her eyes and spoke. “Take your hand off mine and behave yourself. This little nub is mine,” he continued firmly, spanking it with his finger. “If you don’t stop, I will turn you over and spank you silly. Then I will resume. Is that what you want?” he asked, feeling the sudden gush of liquid heat from her pussy and the quiver in her belly. It hit him like a ton of bricks. Despite what she said, despite how independent she was purported to be, she liked it when he was dominant, at least her body did.
“I mean it, Callie Mae,” he continued sternly. “I’m your man and I’m going to take you anytime I want, so get used to it.” Another gush and he was back in business, tapping her clit whenever she showed the least resistance to what he was doing. In minutes she was tight as a bow string and he slowed, letting her tumble over the edge, convulsing in his arms as he kissed her lips, her cheeks, her forehead, stroking her trembling limbs gently as she floated back to earth.
Opening her eyes, Callie Mae smiled.
“Oh, Morgan,” she breathed. “I had no idea anything like that was possible. It must be the best-kept secret there is. I feel as weak as a newborn kitten,” she continued, stretching languorously.
“It’s one of them,” he replied, returning her smile. “I’m fixin’ to show you another one.”
“You mean there’s more?” she gasped in delight.
“Oh yes, much more,” he assured her, nibbling at the corner of her mouth as he toyed with her sensitive nipples.
Callie Mae placed her hands over her head and grabbed onto the bedstead.
“This time I’m hanging on,” she giggled. “I thought I was going to fall right off the face of the earth.”
“That’s a good idea, baby. Don’t you let go until I tell you.”
“I won’t.”
Morgan moved between her legs, spreading them wide and attending to her breasts until she was wiggling beneath him. Kissing his way down her belly, he used one hand to spread her lips open and blew gently, smiling when she tried to buck him off. When his tongue flicked out to lap at her clit, her head popped off the pillow and her hands flew to grasp his head.
“Morgan! What are you doing?” she cried, her face flaming. “Surely that’s not how it’s done.”
“And you would know this how?” he asked.
“Well, I don’t know exactly, but…I can’t imagine this is acceptable. Do what you did before,” she demanded with a pout. “I liked that.”
Morgan pushed his finger inside her, enjoying her quickly smothered moan.
“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll put your hands back on the rails and mind me,” he said sternly. “I don’t want to have to spank that pretty little ass again, but I will.”
Callie Mae sighed in defeat and flopped back on the bed, her hands once again clasping the rails. He didn’t need her sigh to tell him his words had affected her. The clenching of her pussy and the rush of warmth did that quite clearly. Taking her clit with his mouth produced plenty of squeals of protest, but it wasn’t long before he felt her body tensing for release. Quickly he positioned himself between her thighs, his cock poised at her entrance.
“Callie Mae, look at me,” he said softly, his thumb stroking her nub. “I’m sorry about this baby, but it might hurt a bit the first time.”
Panic flickered in her eyes and he felt her tense.
“No, baby, you’re tight enough as it is. Just relax if you can and let me love you. It’s only the first time, after that you’ll love it, I promise.”
Biting her lip, Callie Mae nodded.
Morgan grasped her hips in his hands. This was a one-time shot in his opinion. He wasn’t going to screw this up with repeated painful attempts to breach her without hurting her. It was pointless and cruel.
“I love you, Callie Mae,” he said, just before plunging inside her tight sheath.
