I tear open the condom wrapper with my teeth and roll itover my dick. She watches every movement, waiting like a good girl.
“How do you want it tonight?”
She licks her lips before answering, “Rough.” Her voice is hoarse.
I nod, grabbing her ankle and pulling her toward me. If she wants me to be rough, I’ll be whatever she needs.
I fist my erection and rub it around her slick entrance. She lies back against the bed, looking like a pretty painting, ready to be wrecked by me. I lean over her, placing my hand on the mattress behind her.
“I need you to remember that you can tell me to stop anytime, but for the next ten to fifteen minutes, it’s gonna seem like I don’t treasure you like the precious woman that you are.”
Her mouth gapes open as I shove inside her with one thrust. She gasps, gripping the side of my arm. I pull back out, thrusting inside again. She feels like the best dream I’ve ever had with her pussy wrapped tightly around my cock. I reach over to wrap my hand around her throat. I don’t put any pressure yet.
Her emerald eyes stay locked on mine, legs wrapped around my waist. The pace I set is relentless.
“You’re taking me so damn good, darlin’.”
She whimpers, her pretty pink lips trembling.
“I’ve been thinking about how you’d look under me for so long. My imagination didn’t do it justice.”
Her tits are bouncing with each thrust. I apply light pressure with my fingers, testing it out. She moans, her eyes driftingshut.
“Right there,” she pants.
I keep up the pace, watching her face to determine how she’s taking it.
She fucking loves it … until she doesn’t.
I sense the change in her as soon as her body stills. Her eyes grow distant, like she’s not there in that moment with me anymore.
I release her neck, instantly stopping my movement and studying her face.
“Are you with me?”
She blinks, opening her mouth, but no sound comes out.
I pull out, laying beside her.
“I’m right here.” I grab her hand, trying to slow my panting from the exertion while making sure she’s not about to have another panic attack.
She gulps, shutting her eyes as a tear slips out of the corner of one.
“Hey, hey, baby. You’re safe here. You’re with me, and we can be done right now if that’s what you need.”
She shakes her head, still not moving. She tightens her grip on my hand.
“I just—I just need?—”
I wait for her to answer, but she’s closed her eyes and doesn’t keep speaking. After a solid minute laying there with her, her eyelids flutter back open. She twists to face me, determination in her gaze.
“Okay. I’m ready.”
My gut clenches. “Dallas, we can stop. You don’t have to keep going if it’s too much tonight. Shit, was it the neck? I shouldn’t have?—”
“No! It wasn’t you. I have … intimacy is triggering for me, sometimes. You stopping, it helped me. I’m okay now. Ineedto keep going. Please. I’m not fragile. You won’t break me.”
I open my mouth to protest, but she lays back down and opens her legs wide, pulling me back on top of her.
