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And then he was inside her, just an inch. They drew a shaky breath together.
Now an inch more.
She bit her lip to keep from moaning. Truth be told, hewasbig, and she was very out of practice, had never given birth. She was probably as tight as a widow could be. It hurt, but deliciously so.
They stared into one another’s eyes as he fed her another inch of his length, then two.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
She nodded, breathless. “Give me just a moment? Just like this.”
“I’ll try.” He gritted his teeth through a few beats of her pulse. “God, I can’t wait, I … I need more.”
“I—”
A gasp took the rest of her willing reply, as he clutched her hip and thrust.
Meredith buried her face in his shoulder.I will not scream. I will not scream.
“Are you well?”
“Mm-hm.”
“Are you certain?”
“Oh, yes,” she squeaked through clenched teeth.
After a moment’s rest, she dragged in a deep breath, then released it slowly. He rocked against her, in the gentlest of thrusts. Their natural moisture spread, easing the way. When he thrust again, she could tell he slid deeper than he’d intended. A groan rumbled from his chest, loosening her tense muscles.
And then, suddenly, it wasn’t painful anymore. It was very, very good.
She worked against him, struggling to take him deeper, desperate for more. More heat, more friction. The firm slide of him against her taut, sensitive flesh.
She lifted her head and opened her eyes so she could watch his expression as they established a rhythm. Slow. Steady. Devastating. With each thrust, he sank a bit deeper, stretched her body a bit wider, prodded her one step closer to the brink of ecstasy.
His face was a mask of concentration—eyes intent, brow furrowed, lower lip folded under his teeth. He seemed to be gauging her reactions just as carefully as she was watching for his.
“Is it good?” she asked, breathless.
“Hell, yes. You feel so …” He grit his teeth as her intimate muscles squeezed in response. “… so much better than my hand.”
“Your hands feel good to me.”
Laying a hand over his, she dragged his touch from her hip to her breast. He cupped the small globe easily in his palm, kneading gently. Pleasure spread through her body as he chafed his thumb over her hardened nipple. A lusty sigh eased from her throat.
“You like that.” He thumbed her nipple again.
“Oh, yes.” She tightened her leg over his hips and flexed her thigh, drawing him deeper into her.
Relaxing her neck, she rested her head on her arm and simply stared into his beautiful eyes as together they worked their hips back and forth. In and out. “This is wonderful, Rhys. I’m so glad we’re doing this.”
“So am I. Believe me. Another week of holding back, and I think I would have imploded.” One eyebrow arched. “Is it strange that we’re talking so much?”
“Strange? Perhaps it’s not usual, but it doesn’t feel strange in the least, not to me. It feels …”
“Right.” His breath hitched as he rocked his hips and sank deeper than ever. “It just feels right.” Another thrust. “Doesn’t it?”
Oh, Lord. It did. Of course it did.
