She let it happen, let another climax shudder through her, leaving her limp, utterly satisfied.
He eased out from between her thighs and wrapped her close in his arms again. She settled into his embrace with a sigh.
Paradise. Really. She’d gone to bed with this man who somehow spoke to her heart—and ended up in paradise. She rested her head against his hard chest, listened to his heartbeat and thought how she really ought to show some initiative. She might be inexperienced, but she could take the lead at least a little.
Then he tipped up her chin and kissed her again. She tasted herself on his tongue and all her good intentions to give him at least a fraction of the delight he’d given her faded like morning mist in the light of the sun. For this time, her first time, she would be totally selfish, let him show her the way.
He reached for the tube on the nightstand and squeezed some on his fingers. She watched him, thinking that she trusted him, and how easy that was for her—to trust this particular man. She’d been wondering, in recent years, if there was something wrong with her that she couldn’t take a chance on a guy. She’d been lonely, in LA, where it just seemed safer not to give her trust at all.
Like breathing, to trust him. As natural as taking in air.
The lube was cool. At first.
But it quickly turned warm. The wonder started all over again, her pleasure rising as he worked his special magic on her willing flesh. She felt that lovely, building urgency and shut her eyes in surrender, knowing he would take her over the edge yet again.
When he pulled away before that happened, she moaned in protest and let her eyes drift open.
He had a condom in his hand. She watched as he rolled it down over his thick length and then spread some of the lube on it. His big hand looked so naughty to her, stroking himself.
She probably should have been worried. It was most likely going to hurt.
But her body was so loose, so easy and willing. Her heart beat with a deep, slow, hungry rhythm. She was much too turned on to be worried. This was exactly what she wanted—her first birthday goal, realized.
And best of all, with him.
She reached for him. He came to her and she opened to him. He guided himself to her core and began to ease himself into her ready heat.
It did hurt. But he went so slowly, lifting up on his forearms, his eyes commanding her, holding her, calming her. A muscle in his jaw flexed and he groaned her name as he held himself in check.
“So tight,” he whispered, dipping his forehead down to hers, letting out a heavy sigh. A bead of sweat trickled from his temple onto hers, cooling as it slid back into her hair. “Maddy, you have to tell me. You have to say if you want me to stop.”
She framed his face between her hands and locked her gaze with his. “No. Don’t stop. Don’t you dare.”
He pushed in a tiny bit more. She must have winced because he went still again. He waited for her body to relax around him—and then he pushed in some more.
It took forever. But finally, it did happen. At last they were fully joined. Pressed deep within her, he held himself still and claimed her mouth with slow, drugging intent, kissing her endlessly as he gave her body time to fully accept him.
Only then did he begin to rock, but cautiously, withdrawing barely a fraction each time, coming back to her with measured care. The pain slowly turned to mere discomfort and from there to warmth and a good kind of fullness.
She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him down hard and tight to her.
That did it. “Maddy, I...” Whatever he’d meant to say turned into a groan.
He began to rock into her in steady, forceful strokes. It felt...not painful. But he was stretching her to the limit each time he filled her. She made herself breathe deep, go with it.
And it worked. Her body adjusted, opening around him. It still felt like a lot, like the very edge of too much.
But now it had also begun to feel good.
A moan escaped her.
That seemed to drive him onward. He came into her harder, increasing the pace.
After that, it was all she could do just to go with what was happening, to hold him and breathe into each stroke and keep herself willing,therein the moment, free in her body, fearless.
Open to him.
“I can’t hold out,” he growled down at her as his body rolled into her. “Maddy. I wanted this to be for you.”
