His eyes darken, something fierce and protective simmering there.
"I'm glad it's me," he says so quietly, I almost don't hear him. And then he kisses me soft and deep and reverent, like he wants to put the admission away, something to deal with later.
"Okay," he breathes against my lips.
"Okay," I echo, my heart skipping and jumping. I can feel it in my throat, in my wrists, my body buzzing with anticipation and fear and want.
"We're gonna go slow," he says, his voice rough, pulling me to my side for just a second, just long enough to kiss me sweetlyand pull my thigh onto his. And then, with the slightest shift, he rolls us over and settles between my thighs, my knees open, my body completely open, completely vulnerable.
His weight settles into me, heat radiating off his skin, the solid muscles of his chest against mine, our faces inches apart. I can see every shade of grey in his eyes, pale and stormy and beautiful. His cock is right there, the blunt pressure of him at the threshold, not pushing, just there. Waiting.
The anticipation is killing me.
My breath comes short and fast, and time slows down, stretches.
"Breathe," he murmurs.
My lungs burn when I draw a shaky breath and let it out.
And then--pressure.
Just the tip pushing against me. Reflexively my body tenses. He's huge. I know this. I have had him in my mouth. Is my pussy bigger than that? It better be.
Slow and careful, he advances, the pressure rising, then the stretch--oh god, thestretch. It's so much, I gasp. More than his fingers, so much more, not quite pain, but intense and overwhelming.
"Breathe, baby," he urges, and I realize he's shaking too. "Stay with me."
I'm trying, but my body fights him, clenching and tensing, trying to keep him out even though I want him in. I want him in so bad, I whimper.
"Shh. Relax," he says softly, laying slow, lazy kisses along my jaw, my neck. "I've got you."
I focus on his voice, his touch, try to unclench muscles I didn't know I was clenching. He flexes his hips, pushing deeper, inch by inch, pausing to let me adjust.
"That's it. You're doing so good. You're so good."
Another inch. The fullness is unreal. How is there more? I can feel every ridge, every vein, my body stretching to make room for him. The sensations stack and stack, relentless pressure, unbearable fullness, the stretch, the heat--I can't process it all. He fills me, taking me.
I make a sound, not quite pleasure, not quite pain, somewhere in between.
Immediately he stops. "You okay?" His voice is strained, controlled, and I see the effort it takes for him to hold still.
"No!" I gasp, begging. "Don't stop."
He kisses me then, kisses me with depth of feeling I've never experienced. Kisses me deep and unhurried and intense, everything amplified by the feel of him inside me. Kisses me until the sting eases just a little, replaced by something else. Without realizing, my body melts, and he pushes andOh. Oh!
He's reached the end of me, buried as deep me as he can get, filling me completely. I can't breathe, too full, stretched to breaking. He doesn't move, just holds himself deep inside me, his cock pulsing as he waits for my body to make room again.
My world has narrowed to where we are joined, the enormity of it crashing over me, and unbidden tears prick my eyes.
"Hey," he sounds worried.
"No, no--I'm okay. It's good. It's good, just…kiss me, Grey."
"Anything," he whispers. "Always."
I lose myself in his mouth until I am boneless, but he still hasn't moved. I shift my hips, the sensation making us both gasp. Oh! That felt--
I do it again, rolling my hips slightly.
