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He makes a choked sound and then groans my name. "Every time you talk, you make him bigger, Charlotte."
"Oh. Really?" I run my hand up and down again, and then get distracted by the little piece of skin on the underside. I stroke my thumb across it, fascinated when his erection jerks in my hand and moisture spills from the slit. "How do I make him smaller?"
"By wrapping that pretty cunt around him," he growls, writhing beneath me. "You're going to ride him soft, little one. Now, get on my dick before I fuck you into the mattress."
Oh, wow. That sounds like a fun time to me.
"You're bossy," I complain instead of telling him that. I have a feeling it will only encourage him. And I kind of like being on top of him. His body is wicked hot, and I can see every ridge of his abdomen from here. I give him what he wants though, guiding his erection to my entrance.
"Steady," he murmurs when I lose my balance and list to the side. His hands around my waist steady me. His erection bumps against my clit. We moan together, our sounds blending into one another.
My heart pounds so loud I'm sure he can hear it as I line him up at my entrance and slowly sink down. The head of his cock slips inside, stealing my breath. I stretch around him. It's an odd sensation, but it's not painful. At least not until he shifts beneath me, and then I realize I'm in trouble here. Because he's barely inside me, and it already feels like it's going to split me in half.
Not even that is enough to make me want to stop. I want this more than I want my next breath.
"God, baby doll," he moans, his stomach going concave. "You're tight."
"I know," I sob. "Stupid Kegels."
He chuckles, which makes me sob his name. We're perfectly in sync, reacting at opposite ends of the spectrum. When I sob, he groans. When he groans, I slip further down his length, which makes me sob again. How does it hurt and feel good at the same time?
Ready to get the hard part over and get to the fun part, I take a breath…and then drop down on him all at once.
"Fuck!" he roars, tightening his hands around my waist as if to stop me.
It's already too late for him to stop me now, though. My barrier gives way, sending a bolt of pain lancing through me as I impale myself on him. I writhe through it, tears stinging my eyes. It hurts like hell. But pain isn't the only thing I feel, not even close. Wonder mixes with it, muting the worst of it. He's inside me, seated so deeply I think he was right earlier. I am going to feel him in my soul even when he's not inside me.
"I should spank you for doing that," he says, but there's no heat in his words. He rubs his hands along my thighs, his expression soft. "Are you okay, little one?"
"No," I sob. "Yes. I don't know! Why are you so big?"
He chuckles and then groans. "You'll love my size when I'm fucking you breathless, Charlotte. Just sit still for a minute."
"I am sitting still," I say. But I'm not. I can't. Even though I'm pretty sure he's going to break me in half, I'm moving on top of him, rocking my hips in tiny pulses because I can't help it.
"You know how many times I've thought about this moment?" I think he's trying to distract me. He rubs his thumbs in circles on my thighs. "How many times I dreamed about fucking you in this bed?"
I shake my head, caught up in his gaze. There's so much resting there, so many things I never expected. Pride and triumph. Wonder and awe. Heat. So much heat, it makes me dizzy. But it's the satisfaction that startles me. It wells in his eyes, blazing like the sun.
"Every single day since I met you," he says. "I've loved you every day since I met you."
"Theo," I whisper, tears welling in my eyes.
"Ride me," he whispers. "Make me yours, little one."
I give him what he wants, rocking my hips. The root of his erection grinds against my clit. What little pain remains vanishes in a puff of smoke, snuffed out by pleasure. It feels incredible. Holy cow. I didn't know it would feel this good, likeevery nerve ending in my body is in play, working in harmony to reduce me to a helpless puddle.
"Ah, God," he groans, his head kicked back. He watches me through slit lids, trying to hold himself in check, trying to let me guide him. He fights his very nature, trying to ensure he doesn't hurt me. But I know what he doesn't. He can't hurt me. He's incapable of it.
"Make love to me, Theo," I demand, sobbing when I can't work out the right rhythm. I can't get him deep enough or hard enough or fast enough. He has to do it for me because I don't know how. "Please."
A growl rips from his throat, his hands clamping down on my hips. He lifts me off him and then drops me back down, surging forward at the same time. I cry out as he impales me, striking spots inside that leave me reeling in pleasure. He gives me exactly what I wanted, bouncing me up and down so fast I feel like I'm flying.
I keep my eyes locked on him, watching the play of emotion across his face. His eyes are locked on where we're joined. Each thrust sends another emotion chasing the other across his gorgeous face. He's not simply beautiful in this moment. He's radiant. Fierce, lethal, flawed…and still perfect.
"You're so beautiful, Theo," I whisper.
"Charlotte," he groans almost like he's warning me to stop talking.
