When he’s all the way inside me, buried to the hilt, we sag against each other like we’ve just run a marathon. His mouth is next to my ear, and every time he breathes, the heat from his breath caresses my sweat-slicked skin sending ripples of gooseflesh over my body.
Now that he’s fully seated inside me, I’m never letting him leave. I’ve never felt so delightfully full before, and even though there’s a pinch and throb of pain from being stretched around him, it’s not an entirely bad ache. He shifts his hips a little and pulls a moan from me.
It’s possible I’m going to come from him just being inside me. The pressure is delicious, the angle is making my toes curl, and if he moves again there’s every chance I’m going to explode on his dick.
We take a minute to catch our breath. “You okay?” The concern on his face sinks deeper into my skin. His eyes skim across me like they’re searching for some sign that it’s not okay for him to be inside me like this, that I’m hurt or uncomfortable.
I scrape my nails up his back, pressing them into his shoulders. “Don’t stop. I promise I’m fine.”
From the first languid stroke I know I’m going to be walking funny tomorrow, but I don’t care. And I get wetter just thinking about practicing with him over and over until we don’t need to go slow and he can just drive into me and make me scream.
My mouth waters, my head lolls back, and I lose myself in the dizzying euphoria. The scent of sex fills the air and my entire body is charged with anticipation. When his hips draw back from me, I suck in a breath as he pulls his dick out of me halfway.
When he sinks back inside me, my brain malfunctions. I’m mumbling incoherent words that even I don’t understand as he pulls back and repeats the motion, thrusting painfully slowly until he’s balls deep.
As much as I want him to go faster, I’ve had razor burn on my crotch before, I know that shit’s not fun. So I just lie there and take it, letting him set the pace. Eyes rolling back in my head, I fight the urge to lift my pelvis to meet his. I know it’ll get easier over time, but if his huge cock hurts me somehow, he’ll never forgive himself, and this needs to happen again. Repeatedly.
“Savannah.” My name is a pained whisper from his lips, skimming across my shoulder and tickling my ear. Is he gritting his teeth? Poor guy’s probably terrified of hurting m—
“So…close.” He grunts. Bracing his forearms on either side of my face, he pushes himself up. “I know you’re not close, but will you be offended if—?”
I cut him off with a kiss, a deep, passionate, stop overthinking and justdokiss because we’re clearly both all up in our brains over this, and we need to just be in the moment andfeel.
He thrusts all the way inside me again, my body ripples against his. With each movement he takes my breath away, giving it back to me with his kisses. My inner walls flex around him, pulsing as his cock glides in and out of me in a rhythm that’s gaining speed.
He’s chanting my name in my ear with such reverence and adoration I really might cry. I’ve never had sex with someone and felt it everywhere, from the tiny hairs on the surface of my skin right the way down to my very soul. In this moment, my entire being is connected to his, and I never want it to stop.
Our pants and moans fill the air. His hands thread into my hair as he tips his head back and a roar rips from him like a wild animal. His cock stays hard inside me, and if it wasn’t for the blissed-out look on his face, I’d question whether or not he finished.
He sags on top of me, dotting languid kisses across my collarbones and up the column of my neck. I feel like a priceless treasure as he caresses my skin with a feather-light touch, and I don’t realize I’ve started crying until his finger sweeps across the highest point of my cheekbone, collecting my tears.
His serene face changes in less than a second. A frown claims his forehead, and the edges of his lips turn downward. “Did I hurt you, pretty girl?”
Shaking my head, I suck in a deep breath filling my entire body. In fact, he may have just saved me somehow. I don’t understand it, but it sounds so fucking crazy inside my sex-buzzed head that I’m afraid to say it out loud in case he flees.
I’m not ready for him to leave.
“I’m just…emotional, I guess. I’ve never…” I suck in another breath, urging the traitorous tears to ignore gravity and go back into my tear ducts. “I just…” Another pant. I’d really rather not have an emotional breakdown on this poor guy right after we’ve just done…that.
His face softens, and he brushes his nose against mine. “Pretty special, huh?”
I nod, rolling my lips between my teeth and blinking rapidly.
He shifts his weight, but I grab him with both hands, my nails squeeze into his skin.
“Please don’t move yet.”
He doesn’t. Instead he kisses me so tenderly my toes prickle. If he keeps this up I’m going to want round two. I already feel like I need to prove to him that I don’t cry every time I have sex. But I’m not sure I can.
It’s as though being connected in all the most intimate ways allows him to reach inside my very essence and pull out all the biggest feels. Maybe when you have sex with the person you’re meant to be with, you can’t contain all that emotion inside you, and you’re supposed to cry. I have no idea. This is my first time getting so worked up and overwhelmed by my feelings that I’m low-key freaking out.
I’m going to need to ask Hen if she’s ever cried after sex before. I already know she’s going to crack up.
“Hey.” He pecks my nose. “Where’d you go to?”
My body’s already hot, but my cheeks heat even more. “I’m wondering how I’m going to casually ask Athena if she’s ever had sex so great it made her cry without her making fun of me. I think I’m screwed.”
His low chuckle vibrates through my chest. “Oh, you’re absolutely screwed. But I’m not worried about your tears, pretty girl. I felt it too.”
