“You said it was perfect.”
“I know, baby,” he says, pushing his finger gently into my entrance, making me gasp. “It was perfect. Just like you.” His breathing turns just as labored as mine as he inches his finger deeper into me, making me jolt when he grazes a sensitive nerve.
“Matt—”
“Good?”
“Yeah,” I moan when he strokes that spot again, sending little sparks of fire shooting through my body. His thumb joins the party, stroking my clit as he slowly thrusts in and out of me, his eyes firmly on mine. Undoing me with their intense gaze.
“I’ll make it better,” he promises.
I don’t know how he’s going to do that, but I can barely think as he adds another finger, thrusting slowly in and out of me, stroking the sensitive flesh I didn’t know I had inside of me. I feel a pressure that’s unlike anything I’ve felt before, spreading from my core to my stomach and the rest of my body. I grip his shoulders, squeezing hard as I feel myself crest.
“Oh God…Matt. I—”
I throw my head back as pleasure rockets through my body, spreading to the tips of my toes and leaving rough tremors in their wake. My pussy clenches hard around the thrusting fingers, pulsing with so much pleasure it borders on pain. I cry out his name, trembling as white stars shoot behind my eyelids.
“Fuck, Ashley!”
The orgasm seems to last forever, but his words pull me back to find dark eyes watching me, heated. There is something dangerous and feral about the way he’s watching me, and I’m scared to ask. Terrified that whatever this man is thinking would be enough to send me running out of the house and into the dark, braving the night elements rather than the thinly veiled beast hiding within the man.
“Matt,” I whimper when he pulls out his fingers, gasping when I feel his blunt shaft press against my entrance, slowly pushing into me. “Oh, God.”
“Look at me,” he growls when my eyes begin to shut. “I want to see you when I fuck your pussy for the first time.”
My core clenches at his crass language, and that only seems to turn him on. Still, I keep my eyes trained on his, biting down a cry at the sting when his cock stretches me. It hurts—I knew it would—but heavens, he’s so big. So thick.
“Matt,” I gasp, gripping his shoulders hard as he sinks deeper into me.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he says through clenched teeth, leaning down to press his forehead against mine. Our breaths mingle hotly between us in a way that feels too intimate. “I’m so sorry, baby.”
“What…ah!” I cry out when he slams forward and buries himself fully. The flash of pain is quick and lasts only a fewseconds before it gives way to a dull throb. My walls clench tightly around his shaft, so tight that I’m afraid to move.
“Fuck,” he groans, dropping his head to my shoulder. “Fuck, baby. I’m so sorry.” His voice is pained, and when he pulls back, I read it in his expression too. His shoulders are trembling, and I can see the strain of the surgical site holding him up, but his eyes are clear and steady on mine. “Are you okay?”
“I…” I croak, and I feel tears cloud my eyes, alarming him. I blink, and the tears fall, but when I open my mouth, no sound comes out. It hurts, sure, but the feeling of having a man I’ve only known for about a week inside of me, overwhelms me. It’s more intimate than I was prepared for. I can feel him, the length of him, inside of me. But I can also feel the beat of his heart against my chest as he can feel mine. I feel his breath on my lips and the warmth of his skin.
It’s overwhelming.
“Baby—”
“I’m okay,” I whisper, cupping his jaw and bringing his lips down to mine. “It doesn’t hurt. It’s…”
“I know,” he breathes against my lips, and something tells me that maybe he does understand.
“Make love with me.”
“I don’t know how to do anything else,” he rasps, cupping my breast and rolling his thumb over the peak as he rolls his hips gently before he starts thrusting in and out of me. His mouth finds mine again, his tongue stroking slowly, and soon, the dull throb between my legs gives way to pleasure. I moan as he pumps his cock, rocking gently until I find that I want more. My hands drop to his waist and nudge him forward, writhing under him as I seek more pressure.
“Matt,” I whimper into his lips. “Faster, please.”
“Are you sure?” he rasps, moving his lips to the column of my neck and kissing the sensitive spot behind my ear. “You don’t want me to lose control, little rabbit.”
“Please.”
Whatever control he seems to have been grasping onto snaps as he starts pumping faster into me, panting against my ear and sending goosebumps all over my skin. My moan is loud as I rock up to meet his thrusts, crying out when he dips his hand between my legs and strums my clit.
“Matt, Oh God!” I cry out as pleasure floods my core in strong waves. He drives faster into me, skin slapping against skin as he rubs my clit in circles, cruel in the way he forces me back to the edge. “Matt!”
