Once it’s taken care of, he hovers above me, laying his body over mine as he kisses me everywhere. My lips, my cheeks, my jaw, my neck, anywhere he can reach. His hand slips down between my thighs where he strokes me a few times and pushes a finger in slowly, then two. I gasp and moan, my hips moving along with his fingers.
He takes one of my hands in his free one, intertwining our fingers and bringing them up above my head. His fingers slip from inside me, and the next thing I feel rubbing up against my entrance is much larger. “Tell me when you’re ready,” he says quietly as his lips brush mine.
I take a deep breath in, letting it out slowly as my entire body trembles. “I’m ready.”
I feel him pushing against me a few times before finally he passes through my entrance, and I cry out. Discomfort shoots through my body along with a burning sensation. My hand at his shoulder claws at his skin. He doesn’t move more than that at first, giving me a few seconds to adjust, and when the strange sensation begins to fade, he pushes a little further in, reigniting it completely.
“Oh God!” I whimper as tears begin to fill my eyes.
Both his hands come to my face, and mine go to his shoulder blades, desperately needing to hold on to him. “I know it hurts, sweetheart. I’m so sorry, I wish I could somehow take it all for you.”
“Can you distract me? It’s all I can think about.” I remember Ronnie telling me ignoring the pain would help it go away faster.
“Of course, Angel. Anything you want, just name it.”
“Kiss me.”
He claims my lips instantly, our tongues dancing together as we moan in each other’s mouths. Soon, the pain fully fades and I’m rocking my hips, craving more friction. He pushes in some more, swallowing my cries as a few tears slip past my lids. I know I must be hurting him with my nails digging into his skin, but I can’t help it. I feel like he’s ripping me in half.
“Don’t stop, just go all the way,” I tell him, needing this torturous part to be over.They promised it would feel good; this doesn’t feel good.
“Are you sure?” He pulls away slightly, looking into my eyes.
“Yes, please. I need the pain to be over,” I beg with a shaky voice.
He kisses me fiercely with so much passion and force I feel like my lips might bruise from it. And then with one last thrust, he pushes all the way in. My back arches from the bed as I cry out loudly, my nails scratching down his back to his waist.
“Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!” I sob as he peppers my tears with kisses.
“I know, sweetheart, I know. I hate this, I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Just kiss me,please, just keep kissing me,” I rush out as my hands leave his back and clasp his face, taking his lips on my own, needing him to make me feel better.
It only takes about a minute or two for the pain to subside on its own, and my body begins to heat in that tingly way it does when I’m turned on. My hands roam into his hair as my legs wrap around his hips, heels pressing into his butt cheeks as I flex my hips, the tiny movement making me moan.
He takes the hint and pulls his hips back, then slowly pushes back in. It’s a strange feeling, a bit uncomfortable, but also has a hint of pleasure. And with every new thrust, that magical sensation grows. Soon, all I feel is the pleasure consuming me. My moans grow louder as I grab desperately at Shane, needing more from him.
“Shane. Ohh, Shane.”
He untwines my hands from his hair and interlocks our fingers together against the mattress on either side of my head. “Aubrey,” he says my name like a warm caress. “You feel so amazing, you’re so perfect. My perfect Angel. I’ll never get enough of you.”
I press my lips to his as our bodies rock against each other. This is sweet and tender and passionate—not at all like the videos Ronnie showed me. I can feel my heart beating in mychest; I can feel Shane’s heart beating against mine. Our eyes lock together, both our lips parted as we moan. This feels deeper, different than what I imagined it would feel like. Like a new beginning. And I know, deep down at the very depths of my soul, that there will be no going back for us.
He changes position slightly, hiking one of his legs higher and suddenly I feel him even deeper, I feel him everywhere. “Holy hell, Shane!” I begin to pant louder, my hips meeting every one of his thrusts as he picks up speed.
He’s so big above me, inside of me; I feel tiny as he consumes every inch of me. But I love it, I love feeling like his.I want to feel this way forever.“Shane! Oh God! Shane!”
My insides begin to tighten, my body shakes violently against him, that warmth in my belly spreading rapidly as the tingles take over. And within seconds, I’m tipping over, giving into the pleasure he gives me as I cry out his name one last time.
“SHANE!” My back arches off the bed, head digging into the mattress as my hands tighten in his.
A few seconds later, he’s moaning out my name loudly along with me as I feel him pulsate inside my core. “AUBREY!”
We’re both gasping for air as we come down from our high, his body crushing mine, but I don’t want him to move just yet. Pulling my hands free from his, I bring them to his back and glide them softly up and down his sweaty flesh. His head is currently bowed against the mattress beside mine, and I lean in and kiss his neck.
He pulls his head back, grinning beautifully at me, then kisses my lips once before lifting himself fully until he’s kneeling between my legs and pulling out. I push up onto my elbows just in time to see his condom-covered penis exit me. A reddish color coats the condom, and I instantly realize it’s blood, my blood.
My eyes widen as my face heats and embarrassment takes over, but when I look up at Shane, I find him smiling down athimself, like he’s proud of what he sees. His eyes finally lift to mine, and there’s warmth in them as his hand strokes my leg.
