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He pushes forward another fraction and groans, closing his eyes. “You’re so tight. Ah God.”
“Is it like trying to fuck a tube of toothpaste?”
That makes him laugh, and he opens his eyes. “I’m so crazy about you,” he says, and kisses me, plunging his tongue into my mouth.
I groan as heat engulfs me, unable to do anything but lie there as he kisses me senseless. I feel him press into me a little more, and shudder at his answering growl.
“Come on Aroha,” he teases, kissing around to my ear, his hot breath making my skin sizzle. “Let me in. You know you want to.” He cups my breast with a hand and tugs my nipple, and at the same time he moves his hips from side to side a little. He’s pressing on my clit and, as it’s already sensitive, desire ripples through me.
“Oh yeah,” he says, and slides halfway into me, his eyelids fluttering. “Ah, Jesus. I feel like I’m in a vise.”
“Don’t make me laugh, that won’t go well.”
He pulls back, and this time, when he pushes forward, he slides right inside me.
We both groan. He lowers his head and rests his forehead against mine, and I close my eyes.
I can feel him, all the way up. His hips are flush with the back of my thighs. I’d forgotten what Gaby told me about him being generously endowed, and I feel stretched to my limits, completely full.
He kisses my nose. “You okay?”
I open my eyes. “Oh my God, you’re so big.”
He gives a short laugh, then kisses my mouth. “But I’m in.” He gives me a smug smile. Then it softens. “I love you,” he says.
I look into his beautiful eyes. “I love you too.”
He kisses me once more. Then he begins to move.
I know I’m tight, but I’m well lubricated, and he’s very gentle. He continues to kiss me while he gives long, slow thrusts, moving his hips back until he almost pulls out, then sliding in, until I get used to the sensation of him being inside me.
All the while, he whispers to me, telling me he loves me, that I’m beautiful, that I’m doing great, that I’m amazing. “You’re so sexy,” he murmurs, kissing up my jaw to my ear again and nibbling the lobe. “I love being inside you. Being one with you.”
“Me too,” I whisper as his lips return to mine. “It feels so good.”
Before long, I can’t stop my hips moving with his. Mmm, there’s no friction at all, and every time he thrusts and brushes against my clit, I feel an answering ripple of pleasure. I close my eyes, concentrating on the feeling, my teeth tugging at my bottom lip. Ooh, I think I might be able to come like this. That’ll be a first. I don’t know how it’s going to feel… I don’t want it to hurt, or to hurt him if I squeeze too tight…
But he says, “Yeah, baby, just relax, and let go if you can,” and I realize he knows what’s happening inside me, and he wants me to try. So I concentrate on releasing the tension in my body, and just let it happen. I don’t have to reach for it—he takes me there with each thrust, each kiss, each brush of his hand over my breast. He wants to give me pleasure, and he’s willing to wait as long as it takes for me to get there. He’s so patient and gentle, I couldn’t have done this with anyone but him. The thought makes tears prick my eyes, and I can’t hold them back as my orgasm begins.
My muscles tighten, and strong pulses engulf me, so pleasurable I have to cry out, “Oh God, oh fuck,” with each blissful clench as tears leak through my lashes.
James mutters something, but I don’t hear him because I’m too busy concentrating on myself and the heavenly sensations inside me. I’m conscious of his thrusts becoming a little more forceful though—he can’t help himself; his body is taking over from his desire to be gentle, and I find that so hot that I force my eyes open so I can watch him in those precious few moments before his climax. A fierce frown furrows his forehead, his lips part with a soundless groan, and then his hips jerk and he shudders as he comes. I stroke his damp back as he spills inside me, and I relax back into the pillows, thrilled that we made it, and full of love for this caring, patient, sexy guy.
When he finally opens his eyes, he blinks a few times, then focuses on me. “Owwww…” he groans.
I stifle a laugh, even though I’m half-crying. “Did I crush you?”
“I nearly passed out. Dear God.” He withdraws with a sigh, then falls onto the mattress beside me. “Holy shit. Girl, you have a fucking amazing pelvic floor.”
I roll onto my side to face him. His arm is over his face, and his skin is covered with a sheen of sweat. He smells amazing. This is my man. My husband. We’re married. Wow. I really have died and gone to heaven.
“Sorry,” I say.
He lifts his arm and looks at me, disposes of the condom, then rolls onto his side to face me. He cups my cheek with concern and wipes away the tears beneath my eyes with a thumb. “Don’t apologize. Did I hurt you?”
“No, not at all.”
“Your ribs are okay?”
