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“Together,” I whispered back.
Just as he thrust home.
I mewled as the pain hit me, but it disintegrated a short while later as he let me get used to him. In the meantime, his mouth ran along my throat again, and he sucked on my beating pulse.
For a second, I could only stare blindly at the ceiling, processing the odd sensations that were rippling through me.
It hurt.
It felt good.
He was too heavy.
But he blanketed me just right.
His lips were a sweet form of torture.
I was hungry for something.
And as I stared, as my mind whirred, not a single thought was about the expediency of this.
There wasn’t a murmur in my head that revolved around Bill fucking Murphy. Or the last time someone touched my sex—the doctor who’d checked my hymen.
Nor was my head focused on annulments and divorces and how this protected me as nothing else could.
It was about how, at long damn last, I knew whatthisfelt like.
Whathefelt like.
I understood now how the fullness and the stretch could be so good even as it hurt.
I recognized now the glory there was in my body heat entwining with another’s, for our skin to be cleaved to each other.
I knew now what it was to experience the pressure of his weight against me, to be blanketed by his strength, to be held in his arms, and to be cherished and caressed and pleasured.
My mind was exactly where it needed to be.
Then, he shattered my thoughts as easily as tossing a pebble into a window by brushing his lips against mine and whispering, “You ready, sweet girl?”
“I was born ready.”
He chuckled like I’d wanted him to, and this time, as he did so, I felt it inside me.
That was even better.
I wanted his laughter, I realized.
I wanted it all.
His forearms settled on either side of my ears, and his forehead rubbed against mine.
He was slow, at first. Not exactly careful, but he didn’t pressure me.
It burned then it ached. I wriggled my hips back and squirmed, and it was like, ‘Open Sesame.’ I moaned and dug my heels into his ass, then I rocked up higher so that I was meeting him slow thrust for slow thrust.
My mouth snagged his, and this time, my tongue started the war and he fought alongside me as his pace quickened, faster and faster. I didn’t feel that impending explosion, not like before, but damn, it was good.Too good.
When tension hit him, I knew what that meant, but he didn’t rut away on top of me. He pulled back. His hands clasped my hips and he rearranged me before one moved between my legs to my clit.
