Page 57 of Convincing the Catcher

“I know you’re going to be sweet, baby,” I murmur, keeping my eyes trained on her. “Spread those thighs for me; let me look at you.”

Shakily, her legs fall apart, and I rear my head back to get a good look, desperate to stroke my dick a few times to relieve some of the pressure.

Gulping down a hungry groan, I stick my tongue out and drag it against her heat, unable to stop myself from having a little taste. I regret it instantly because it leaves me wanting more. When she moans, I allow myself a few more licks, and just like I figured, she tastes like sugar.

Before I get too carried away—which I know is bound to happen—I spit between her legs, smearing the wetness around with my fingers before crawling up her body. I make sure to keep my weight off her abdomen, not wanting to push against where her glucose monitor rests, and I take her hands into mine.

Her thighs clench, squeezing me for a moment as she tenses, but I keep my eyes intently on hers.

“Take a deep breath, baby,” I whisper. “Relax your legs. Relax your mind.” I kiss her lips, but this time, she’s too tense to kiss me back. “I’m going to go slow, I promise.”

Scared eyes dart up to mine until, finally, her legs fall apart again, and I press a kiss to her forehead.

“You’re beautiful, Harland. I can’t believe I get to be your first.”

We haven’t known each other that long, that’s true. And besides one kiss, we’ve never let anything romantic happen between us—until now. But when she’s staring up at me, trusting me one hundred percent to take care of her, it feels like we’ve known each other our whole lives.

I nudge my cock just barely against her heat, instantly feeling how wet she is, and I fight back a groan that wants to come from my throat. She’s so tight, and even though a part of me just wants to give her my entire dick right now, she isn’t ready.

So, instead of rushing it, I push my hips forward enough for just the head to fully feel how tight her pussy really is, and I hiss. I bring my hips back this time and then thrust my cock a little deeper inside, sucking in a breath. I do this a few more times, feeling her stretch around just the tip of me, clenching me tightly. I don’t move, just let her feel the pressure alone of just the first inch. I bring my face to her neck and kiss her flesh, dragging my tongue over it.

I’m edging her, keeping my cock close enough to drive her wild, but not giving her what she wants, and after a moment, she begins to wriggle under me.

“I want this,” she says, frustrated. “Please.”

I bring my lips from her neck and look at her. “So eager for your first time,” I coo, pressing my dick barely into her heat. Not enough to cause her pain, just enough to have her wanting more.

I pull out again, and this time, she whines in agitation as the buildup inside of her grows, making her crazy.

“Cane,” she hisses, “I can take it.” She swallows. “I want to take it.”

“You’ll get my dick when your pussy is prepped and ready for it, Catch,” I utter. “See, I’m not leaving between your legs until you’ve ended your first time by drenching my dick when you come. So, this isn’t going to be fast.” I stop, grinding my back teeth. “Even though I’m ready to blow right inside you because it feels so fucking good.”

My words have her squirming for more of my cock, and after nudging my tip in and out of her slowly and damn near losing my mind, with a bit of pre-cum dripping from my dick, I slide slightly deeper into her.

I move my hips slowly, not wanting to give her too much at once, because the last thing I want to do is hurt her, but I must be going too slow because she raises her hips off the bed.

“More,” she hums, and now it’s me biting my lip.

“You sure?” I mutter, and right away, she nods.

My plan was to edge her, but to be honest … I have to pause my movements just to stop myself from coming too soon, and yet it drives her wild and leaves her wanting more, so I guess the fact that I have to concentrate so hard not to come may be working in my favor here.

Once I get myself under control again, I push myself in a little deeper, continuing to thrust my hips slowly, but feeding her a bit more each time.

“You’re doing so good,” I say, trying not to grit my teeth. “Taking me inch by inch so fucking well, Harland.”

Her nails dig into my back, and her brows pinch together.

“Does it hurt too much?” I ask, slowing down.

“It hurts, but please keep going,” she says desperately, and instantly, my hips stop moving just as my dick slides out.

“I said, don’t stop!” she hisses, grinding her heat against me. “It feels good too.”

“Fuck, you’re so tough and hot,” I utter, dropping my forehead to hers.

Slowly, I begin moving in and out of her heat, but I only give her about half of my cock because right now, that’s all that’s fitting without stretching her to the point of too much pain. But with every pull out, she takes a little bit more the next thrust in. And after a while, I begin feeding her every single inch. But it’s fucking killing me, and I know I’m not going to last much longer. Though when I start to slow down to stop myself, halting my movements, she whimpers loudly.