“Yes.”
I press inside her, an inch at a time.
Fuck.
Oh, sweet fuck.
She feels so damn good.
Slow’s gonna be harder than I thought.
Her ribs expand, her eyes widening.
I channel all the patience I have as I adjust her in my arms, and when she relaxes, I rock back in.
Her breathing is shallow.
After a few small movements, I see it.
Her pupils dilate, her eyes softening.
“Yeah, sweetheart.That’s it.”
Her head falls back.Whether it’s from her body responding to my patient insistence or from my words of praise, I’m not sure.So, I continue both.
“You’re so good.”
The next time, I slide an inch deeper.My fingers dig into her ass, my teeth grinding together.She sighs in relief, and that exhale has her relaxing.
“Clay!”she gasps as I sink all the way inside her.
I shift onto my back and seat her on top.
She lifts off, cringing a little.
Is she hating this?
The thought devastates me.
But she lowers herself back down, one experimental inch at a time.
My hands settle on her thighs, and I force myself not to hurry her.Her eyes drift down my body, all the way to where we’re joined.
“You really are massive everywhere.”She says it breathlessly, with a hint of accusation.
“Never apologized for that before, but if you want me to, I will.”
“Maybe.”But her lips twitch too.
Damn if this girl isn’t everything good in the world.
“We can stop,” I grunt, even though it kills me to say it.
“You wouldn’t be mad?”
“No, I won’t be mad.”I might die of sexual frustration, but I’d do that before I’d hurt her again.
She tightens around me, and my smile evaporates.
