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He pushes in just a little.
Oh.
It’s a lot. Even just the start of him is a lot. He doesn’t go any further than that. He stays shallow, barely moving, easing the head of himself in and out of me, so slowly I can feel every bit of it.
“How you doing?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I say, trying to sound casual. “Fine.”
“You’re doing so well.”
He shifts his weight onto one hand and lifts the other to cup my cheek, his thumb stroking along my cheekbone. Not a tremble in the arm holding him up. I would be impressed if I had any spare attention, but I’m very much focused on all the sensations down there.
We stay like that for a while, him rocking slowly, his eyes on my face.
“You can go a bit deeper,” I say eventually.
He does, carefully, and I’d be lying if I said it was comfortable. There’s a stretch to it, an ache that makes my breath catch. I grit my teeth and try not to let it show.
He must notice, though, because he stops moving and kisses me instead. Not urgently, just slowly, as if we’ve got all night. By the time he lifts his head, my jaw has unclenched, and so has everything else. When he starts moving again, he slides in more easily.
That’s better. That’s much better.
“Is that all of you now?” I ask.
He lets out a low laugh. “No, baby. Maybe about half. But it feels good to me. Don’t push yourself.”
Half? I’ve only got half of him in me? I’m meant to manage double this?
Even though I already feel so full, I put my hands on his back and say, “You can go further.”
“Aye?”
“Yes.”
He pushes deeper, and I wince before I can stop myself.
Ryan goes completely still.
“You all right, flower girl?”
“I’m fine.”
He searches my face, and whatever he finds there doesn’t convince him. Very carefully he eases himself out of me.
“I was fine,” I insist. “Besides, it’s not your fault. It’s that thing’s fault.” I wave a hand at his penis, which is standing there, sheathed and hard and entirely unrepentant. “Why does everybody go on about big penises like they’re such a good thing anyway? What’s wrong with a nice, average-sized penis? One that actually fits in the hole it’s meant to go in?”
Ryan’s grin spreads slowly. “I’m sorry my big dick’s such a disappointment to you. Cannae say I’ve had complaints before. This is new territory for me.”
“It’s not a disappointment. It’s lovely to look at. Very handsome, as penises go. It just seems a bit…impractically big.” I hear myself and quickly backtrack. “No, not impractical. That’s not the right word. It’s great. I’m sure I’ll get used to it. And you were very good at the oral sex. That deserves praise, even if this bit isn’t going quite as smoothly.”
“Thanks. I think.” He considers me for a moment. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
He nods, then takes hold of my hips and flips me onto my front in one easy movement. Before I’ve even got my hair out of my face, he gives my bottom a quick swat.
“Ryan!”
