Her eyes snap to mine, nervous, aroused, trusting. Then she looks down at my chest, and her body tenses. She’s going to look at my scars every time we have sex and blame herself.
“Look at me, my cupcake. This is nothing, remember that. We’re together, look at me.” I tell her again. Her eyes slowly move to lock with mine. “Forgot about the past, be here with me now. You’ve not screamed my name yet.” I wink, and she lets out a small chuckle.
“I’m going to go slow,” I promise. “You tell me to stop or slow down or anything, I do it. Okay?”
“Okay.” Her voice cracks. “I want you. I wantyou.”
“Jus so you know, this is the only time you’re in control, you have a one-time pass, afterwards you’re all mine, and the way I want it.”
Before she can say anything, I press forward, barely an inch. She tenses, her breath hitching.
“Breathe,” I murmur. “In… out… with me.”
She nods, inhales. I ease in another inch. Her nails dig into my shoulders.
“Still good?”
“Yeah…just… full. It’s a lot.”
“I know.” I kiss her forehead, her nose, her mouth. “You’re doing so good. So, fucking good.”
Another careful thrust and I’m halfway now. Her eyes flutter closed, a small whimper escapes.
“Eyes on me, Olivia.”
They snap open again. I hold her gaze as I sink the rest of the way, slow, steady, until I’m buried completely and we’re locked together.
We both freeze.
She’s so tight, so hot, soperfectaround me I have to grit my teeth to keep from losing it. Her inner walls flutter, adjusting, and I feel every tiny ripple.
“You okay?” My voice is wrecked.
She nods, tears shimmering in her lashes, not pain, just overwhelm. “It feels… right. Like you belong there.”
Christ.
I kiss her, deep, tender, then start to move. Long, careful strokes. Pulling almost all the way out, sliding back in. Each time she gasps, her hips lifting to meet me.
When her legs wrap around my waist and her heels dig into my ass, I know she’s ready for more. I pick up the pace, still controlled, still watching her face thrusting deeper, harder, but never rough.
“Hayden—” Her voice breaks on my name. “I’m…again…”
“Come with me inside you,” I growl against her ear. “Let me feel it.”
I angle my hips, grind against her clit with every thrust. Three more strokes and she’s coming, hard, clenching around me in tight, pulsing waves, crying out my name like it’s the only word she remembers.
That’s all I can take.
I drive deep one last time and let go, shuddering, spilling into the condom while she milks every pulse out of me. The pleasure is blinding, endless. I bury my face in her neck, breathing her in, holding her like I’ll never let go.
A part of me never wants to let her go, scared that this is all a dream and I’ll wake up.
We stay like that, sweaty, tangled, hearts slamming together until my arms start to shake.
I ease out carefully, dispose of the condom, clean us both with a warm cloth from the bathroom. Then I’m back in bed, pulling her into my chest, wrapping around her like a shield.
She tucks her face against my throat, voice muffled. “That was… I didn’t know it could feel like that.”
