I feel the moment she relaxes into the pleasure again. A few more strokes of my tongue across her clit and she comes apart. Her whole body tenses, then shudders.
Fucking beautiful.
She cries out, fisting the blanket beneath her.
I wait until she comes down before I move back up her body. She’s flushed, her chest heaving.
“I didn’t know it could feel like that.”
“It will with me,” I say.
I reach for the nightstand, pulling out a condom. I shed my pants and briefs quickly, not wanting to leave her alone in her vulnerability for too long.
When I settle between her thighs again, I see the flash of nervousness return.
“We can stop here,” I tell her. “What we just did is enough for tonight.”
“No.” She reaches up, cupping my face. “I want this. I want you.”
“It might hurt,” I warn her. “The first time usually does. But I’ll go slow. I promise.”
“I trust you.”
Those three words undo me completely. They make me want to give her so much pleasure there’s no room left for fear.
I position myself at her entrance and pray I can stay in control. I push in slowly. So slowly. I watch her face the entire time, looking for any sign of pain. I’m about halfway inside her.
I force myself to stop. I can feel her gripping around me. Another inch and there’s no taking it back.
She winces, her hands gripping my shoulders.
“Breathe,” I tell her. “Just breathe.”
She does, and I feel some of the tension leave her body.
“Are you okay? Tell me and I stop.”
She looks into my eyes. The fear is still there.
“Sofia, talk to me.”
Fuck.My entire body is trembling with the restraint I’m trying to wield.
I have never had to hold myself back this hard in my life.
“I’m okay. I’m ready.”
“It’ll hurt for a second,” I tell her. “Then I’ll make it feel good again.”
“Okay,” she whispers.
I push in further and feel the resistance. I hold my breath. She tenses for a half second, and then I’m moving. I don’t stop until I’m deep inside her.
Mine.The thought hits way harder than it should. No one has ever had her like this. No one ever will.
The feeling is indescribable. She’s tight and warm and perfect.
“Are you okay?” I ask, holding myself completely still.