I sank down slowly, my body yielding around him. The stretch burned, but not painfully.
One ridge slipped inside, then another. Each one a distinct sensation that made my breath catch.
Halfway, I paused. My thighs trembled.
“Breathe,” he said.
I’d forgotten to.
His hands slid from my hips to my lower back, supporting but not pushing. Patient even though I could feel the tension thrumming through him.
I sank lower.
His fullness overwhelmed me, my body taking in the stretch and pressure and subtle texture of the ridges creating friction I’d never experienced.
When I finally settled completely in his lap, we both stopped breathing.
Every defense I’d built over the years was gone. I was completely open to him. Completely his.
“Laina.” My name broke on his lips. “You feel?—”
I couldn’t speak at all.
We stayed like that, joined and trembling, while my body adjusted to the size of him. To the shape of him inside me.
His smaller cock coiled up and glided through my wetness to my clit, where it latched on. Heat rolled through me. I was going come. It was going to be huge. And I was going to shriek. I knew it.
“Fuck,” I groaned, my eyes rolling back in my head.
“Move,” he said, pleading, not a command.
I lifted slowly and sank back down. His second cock extended to accommodate the movement, sucking and tugging on my clit. Rolling it. A subtle vibration worked its way up through the core and grounded itself deep inside me.
“Fuck!”
I was bucking against it already, struggling not to come right away. Brovish was barely gliding inside me and I was nearly undone.
“Yes, fuck,” he groaned, his face creased with the strain of holding himself back.
His head fell back against the pillow, exposing the long line of his throat.
I moved again. And again. Finding the rhythm that worked, the angle that made us both gasp.
His hands supported my weight when my thighs burned. He helped me rise, letting me fall.
The ridges dragged against my inner walls with each movement, creating sensation that built and built until I worried I’d shoot through the roof when I came.
And his small cock…
“Faster,” I said. “Push up against me when I drop down.”
“You’re certain?”
“Yes.”
He thrust up to meet me, and the change in depth made stars burst behind my eyelids.
We found a rhythm together. My hands braced on his chest. His fingers dug into my hips.
