“Yes.” It’s the truth. I feel it when she drags her nails along my forearm, creating long, thin, possessive red paths across my skin. “You’re mine.”
“And you’re mine.” I kiss her shoulder, then pull back. “Wait here. And don’t peek.”
Despite hating every second I’m not touching her, I have to do this. Have to lean over to my nightstand and grab the lube bottle I put there the other day.
Bracing on one arm, I uncap the bottle and squirt a heavy amount on my hand and cock, getting myself ready for her.
I’ve never been with anyone like that, but I imagine it won’t just be a tight fit. Unless I go slow and careful, it’ll hurt.
That last thought has me draining more of the bottle on my cock.
The wet sounds of me lubing myself and both of our labored breaths are the only things that can be heard in the room.
“What are you doing?” she asks, her thighs rubbing together.
“You’ll see.”
Carefully, using my dry hand, I angle her body so she’s almost lying on her stomach. She tenses when the lube first hits her puckered hole. Clenches. Hides her face in the pillow.
“Shh.” I help her back to her side.
I’m trying to be calm, but it’s a fucking hardship.
Wanting Elowyn isn’t a simple desire anymore. It’s a goddamn monster that demands I claim her ass, the last untouched part of her.
Patience.
I don’t force anything when I slide one finger in, up to the first knuckle. The nudge is gentle, though all I want is to shove my cock deep inside Elowyn. So deep that I’ll be the only thing, person, and feeling in her world.
When her muscles don’t hold my finger in a vise grip, I push the finger further. Pull out and introduce two of them, stretching her. Begging her to trust me.
“Duncan—oh.” My heart thunders when she tilts her head to look at me. She’s gorgeous, flushed, confused, and so damn needy. “It’s nice.Reallynice. More.”
“Good girl.” I press a kiss beneath her ear. Slow. Reassuring. The kind meant to remind her she’s safe even when at my most feral. “You know what comes next.”
“You.” She nods, breath uneven.
I remove my fingers from her ass, then shift closer, fitting my body to hers, my chest to her back. Precum trickles from my cock, mixing with the lube. Wetting the crack of her ass.
The friction is a barely-there touch, and yet it’s enough to drive me crazy. I’m losing my ever-loving mind when Elowyn pulls the knee of her upper leg higher, giving me more access to her ass.
She’s letting me have her.
“Yeah, I’m next.” My arm goes beneath her body, fingers rubbing her clit. The more relaxed she is, the less resistance she’ll put up. The less pain she’ll be in. “My fat cock is going to fill that tight little hole. Going to make you feel good.”
She turns her head, eyes glassy. Her lips part a second before she says, “Take it. It’s yours.”
I line myself up behind her, groaning when the head slips in past the rim. Still stroking her clit, my forehead drops, and I kiss, lick, and nip her shoulder.
“It’s a lot.” Her voice breaks. I feel her squeezing me.
“I’m right here, baby. It’s okay. I’m not moving.” I breathe her in as I give her time to adjust to my girth. “Not until you tell me to.”
Her body is still wound-up tight minutes later, so I trail my lips higher. Suck on that spot on her neck that she loves.
“You’re doing so well, little moon.” The fingers of my clean hand drift to where she’s soaked, where she needs me. I curl them inside her, rubbing her walls, driving pleasure into her.
Tension bleeds from her body the longer I finger her. When I find her clit again, she isn’t just relaxed anymore.
