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“You’re wet but I want you soaking for what I’m going to do to you.”
My eyes widen, the possibilities catapulting through my mind.
“You ready?”
I nod again and he sinks his mouth to my clit, quick to ravage my sensitive flesh with expert skill. I come even faster than I did this morning, the orgasm taking me to completion within seconds. I cry out, fisting the sheets and bucking against his generous mouth. And when I come back down, I’m panting.
He stands, looking me over with heated eyes. I feel liquefied. My legs are splayed wide and my entire body is bared to him as the pleasure settles over my bones. It’s a sweet caress that I could stay in forever. But then he does what I’ve been waiting for—he starts to remove his clothes—and I’m no longer so relaxed.
His cock springs from his shorts, hard and long. I’m both terrified and excited by his size, and he takes in my reaction with a grin not even the devil himself could rival.
“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you feel good, baby.”
As nervous as I am, I don’t doubt him for a single second. If I’m his Juliet, he’s my Romeo, and we’re destined to do this. I just hope we’re not destined for all the bad things that come next in that tragedy.
Thirty
He crawls towards me and the anticipation is almost too much. His lips find mine again as he settles his cock against my entrance. He’s still grinning like an idiot, like he’s won the prize, but really, I think I’m the one who’s won because oh my hell is he gorgeous and generous. I’m going to hurt at first, but I believe him. He will make sure it’s good for me.
“Now,” I whisper, husky.
“Almost.”
He reaches to his nightstand and retrieves a condom, rips it open and quickly rolls it on. I almost forgot about protection, probably would’ve had sex without it because I’m so into this moment. It’s a good thing he’s being responsible because I’m not being responsible at all. I’m the opposite. I’m reckless. Lost. Needy.
And I’m also fearless. “Please,” I beg. “Make love to me, Ethan.”
His eyes search mine and he runs a finger between us that makes me groan. “I don’t make love, little Juliet. Not like what you’re thinking.”
I don’t even care that his response was a shitty one, I just want to do this. My legs widen and I press against him. He removes his hand and now it’s his dick that’s sliding up and down, teasing my clit. I find I don’t mind the condom at all, it still feels amazing. Everything he does feels it could make me come if he just kept doing it.
“I’ll go slow at first,” he whispers. “I won’t want to keep it gentle, but I will for you. I’ll do whatever you need, just talk to me, okay?”
“Okay,” I breathe. My heart rate is starting to pick up. I hate that I’m nervous.
“Are you sure this is what you want?”
Is he kidding me? As nervous as I am, I don’t care if it hurts, I just care that it happens. I can’t go back to the girl I was before this moment. “Yes.” I hitch my hips up again, feeling him ready for me.
He kisses me once, long and hard and slow, and then he slides his cock in, inch by wicked lovely inch. It’s too tight and it burns, but I can’t think about that now. All I can think about is getting closer to him.
I buck against him and something within me snaps, his hardness passing through an inner wall. The pain is instant and I yelp, but he cusses low and guttural, his eyes fluttering like he can’t contain himself. And then begins to move within me. Tears burn at the edges of my vision.
It hurts.
I didn’t realize it would hurt this much.
He kisses my tears away and continues to rock within me. He’s being gentle but I can tell it’s hard for him to hold back.
“You okay, Arden?”
I nod, squeezing tightly around him in surrender and he closes his eyes, lost in the feel of us. I can’t say I blame him. My control is slipping too. It’s not hurting so much anymore despite the growing intensity. I’ve never been filled like this, so wholly claimed, so willing to give and receive.
My body naturally flexes around his cock and I lift my legs up to wrap around his lower back. He shifts us lower on the bed until there’s no pillow under my head anymore and I tilt my ass up even more to bring him in deeper. The angle is a whole new level of torture but in the best way, the pain lost to the pleasure of him wedged so deep.
“Fuck,” he’s saying over and over again. “I’m not going to last as long as I thought.”
Something about that makes me feel better, like I’m far more in control than he wants to give me credit for, and I buck up against him even harder.
