I don’t think I’ll ever find satisfaction with anyone else after this, but we’re lying tonight, so I don’t correct him as he grips my hips and positions himself at my entrance.
“Take a deep breath,” he demands.
“Elliot, this isn’t my first time.”
“It is withme. And if you don’t want it to be your last, I’m going to need you to do as you’re told. Take a deep breath.”
My eyes roll as I inhale.
“Good,” he murmurs, low in his throat. “Now, slowly let it out.”
As I exhale, he inches his way into me. And I’m grateful for his direction as my body works to accommodate his size. But the relief is short-lived, and I quickly run out of air, gasping as he fills me.
“Oh, gods!” I cry.
He wasn’t lying, and he wasn’t boasting either. He was warning me.
His dick feels like nothing I’ve ever had before. Nothing like any man I’ve ever tasted and certainly nothing like the toy he’d given me. At least his replica is pliable. It has some give. The stiff silicone conforms to me. But Elliot is hard as a rock, unyielding, forcing my body to make room for him.
I groan into his chest, and my pleasure is echoed by Elliot’s own grating sounds.
He is still for a moment, fist grinding into the pillow by my head as he finds his balance.
“Fucking hells, you’re tight.”
“No,” I say. “You’re huge.”
He laughs a little, settling into me as we wait for the pain to subside.
“It’s not the same, is it?” he asks, already knowing my answer.
I shake my head and bite down on my lip as little sparks of heat spread out from the place he stretches me open.
“Better? Or worse?”
“Better,” I whisper. “Definitely better.”
His eyes slide shut, and he breathes between clenched teeth as he starts to move, ever so slightly.
“To be fair,” he groans. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my life.”
He thrusts into me, harder this time, and I cling to his broad shoulders as he sets a steady pace. But the fire he is stoking is growing fast, and with every pump of his hips, I feel myself cracking.
My power seeps out of the fissures, rushing through me, as heat sparks, and my vision blurs. But even as my jaws begin to ache, it isn’t until Elliot lets out a deep groan and power responds that I realize what’s happening.
“Oh, gods!” I shout, throwing my arms over my face.
Elliot stills.
“Iris? Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
His deep voice is panicked, a tone I’ve never heard before, and guilt and shame mix in my stomach as I mutter his least favorite answer.
“No, I’m fine.”
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks.
“No,” I blurt, holding tight to his arms. That’s the last thing I want. “I just…I just need a second.”
