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“Yes,” her eyes fly open, but she drags her bottom lip between her teeth. “I’m sure. Please.” My cock jumps against her soft skin hearing the plea, but I don’t waste another minute. The power she’s giving me over her is too much to deny her.
“Then you’re gonna need to relax, sweetheart.”
She nods, letting go of a slow breath… a measured breath, controlled. She’s not relaxed, but she will be. I grip her thighs and slide between them so quickly that she sits up, confused at the sudden change. I think she’s about to object to my denial, but then my hot breath whispers over her pussy, and her head falls back against the headboard.
She’s so warm, so soft, and so damn sweet that I could do this all night. I’m not here to make a whole meal out of her right now, but I’m also not going to devour her in a single go. I press kisses to her thighs, her ass, her mound, each sigh and shiver she gives me swelling through me. And then I dart my tongue over her clit, working slow circles right over the top of her until her sounds get louder and her moans get closer together. “Remy,” she chokes on my name, on the need. “Please.”
I’d ask her what she means if my mouth wasn’t busy—I pull her into it, her sweet little nub disappearing in my mouth. Claire’s cry is so beautiful it only encourages me to bring her faster to that cliff so that I can join her. I nip her, using the suction to hold her in place while my tongue rolls over the sensitive tip. And she withers, falling apart around me until I release her.
She’s still curling her fingers, trying to grab hold of something even though her orgasm just scattered her to pieces, judging by the crescendo of sounds that came from her. Before she’s even fallen silent, I use the grip I still have on her hips to drag her further down the bed, the delicate strings of her bikini pulling away from the headboard with the force. Probably for the best, because when I roll her onto her knees, at least her hands are free to catch herself.
Dipping into her pussy, I find her slippery and slick, so ready for me to slide in and take her. But it’s only a finger I slide in, dragging her wetness back to her ass and pressing into her with more force than before. She clenches, surprised at the speed and then I hear an exhale as the muscle relaxes.
I sink inside of her up to a knuckle, relishing the warmth, her moan as she squeezes around me and then, seeming to realize it, she relaxes. That’s the easy part, the part that feels good. She has no idea how much further I can go, how much more she can take. And honestly, neither do I. But I’m going to find out. “Rem…”
“You’re in control, Claire. You have to tell me what you want.”
I’m lying. I will follow her directions, but I am exercising an unbelievable amount of control right now, resisting the urge to make her take more, to spread her and stretch her until my cock can slide easily into the space she’s tempting me with.
“More.” She doesn’t even hesitate, and neither do I, sliding in the rest of the way, letting her adjust to the feel for only a second before pulling back. She sucks in a sharp breath on the retreat, but I don’t make her wait long before I’m filling her again with a second finger.
Her moan is choked by pain, but she brings her hips back to meet me. “Is this what you want?”
“Y-yes.”
She doesn’t dare move as I explore her channel, easing through her and back out. “How does it feel?”
“It—” She sighs, “It’s good. I want you…”
I hesitate. “You want me to fuck you here?”
“Please,” I can’t see her face, but her voice is quiet and I’m willing to bet those cheeks are on fire with her embarrassment. She sounds ashamed to be asking for this.
“Don’t be afraid to ask for what you want.” I tell her, leaving the rest of my thoughts unspoken. Because there’s no way I could say no to you. “There are ways to make your first time easier.”
It’s not like I keep toys on hand, but if she wants this, I’ll gladly take her shopping. Or maybe I’ll come to my senses before we make it. Either way, I need to give her the option. “I don’t want easier,” She whimpers. “I want you. Now.”
I should tell her no. It doesn’t seem like a good idea to do something so intimate with a woman I already am going to have a hard time parting ways with. But the same thought runs through my mind from just a few seconds ago. I can’t say no to her, particularly when I want this as bad as she does.
She turns to look at me as I shift off of her, but I make quick work of darting to the bathroom, ignoring my stupid ass half-brother’s blood trails and grabbing the bottle of aloe vera I keep in the bathroom cabinet. As soon as she sees what I have in hand, she eases into the bed, remembering that I told her she’d have to relax.
“Remember that you’re in control.” I’m not sure I can ever remind her of that too much, but I hope if it annoys her, she’ll just tell me to shut up. “If you need me to stop, tell me that. If you need me to go slower, tell me that. Okay?”
Claire makes some unintelligible noise, so I grab a fistful of her blonde hair, pulling her face out of the mattress. “Okay?” I repeat.
“Yes,” she gasps, giving me all I need.
The aloe is cold, but it’s almost soothing on my hot cock; I’ve been burning for her for too long. She jumps a little at the sudden coldness as I coat her hole with the viscous jelly, and then stills just as suddenly as I push three fingers inside, letting them coat the path that I’m about to follow. I don’t want to give her too long to adjust to the feeling, so I slide out as quickly as I went in and line myself up at her entrance. “Breathe.”
She doesn’t need more than that command, letting go of the air she’d been holding hostage as I begin to push into her. My crown spears her, and as I push the tip in, she moans. I focus on going slow, controlling myself. It’s agonizing, but so would be having to stop because the pain is too much.
I should have known better. She’s not weak, not afraid of pain. She asked me last night to hurt her, and she asked for me to do the same thing in a different way by initiating this. Claire doesn’t back down, doesn’t ask me to stop. I watch her nails dig into the comforter, her fingers curling as she takes the pain out on my bedspread. I bring my mouth to her ear, pulling the lobe into my mouth and nipping at it as I slip further.
I can feel her skin dampening with sweat, her hair mussed from where I grabbed it so indelicately. I’ve got a grip on her hips, keeping her in position as I sink inside. When I meet with resistance, she squeezes around me, her body trying to force out the intrusion. “I—I can’—”
“Don’t tell me you can’t,” I tell her. “You can take it. But if you want me to stop—”
“No,” she gasps, shaking her head. “Stop asking.”
