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He kisses me for long minutes. Slips his fingers between us so he can stroke me. He’s right. I’m wet. Tingling with anticipation, the dread slowly going away the more he kisses me. When I feel his erection poking at my entrance, I tilt my hips up slightly, the head of his cock brushing against my clit.
Tate groans, pausing in his movements, like he needs to regain control of himself. I reach for him, running my hands down the front of his sweat-dampened chest, wishing I could rub my body all over his. I want to smell like him.
Okay, I am seriously in way over my head about this man.
“I’m gonna go slow, okay?” He braces his hand on the pillow beside my head, his other hand wrapped around the base of his erection. “Try to relax.”
I exhale slowly and close my eyes, automatically tensing up when I feel him broach my entrance. He slips just inside of my body, stretching me wide, and I release a breath, absorbing the feel of him shifting deep. Deeper.
Until he’s completely inside of me.
Tate is still, though I can hear him breathe. He’s trying to keep it together, I can tell, and while it doesn’t necessarily hurt, I do feel overwhelmingly full of him. I shift beneath him, making him groan, and he leans in, his forehead against mine, and I open my eyes to find his tightly closed.
“Are you okay?” I can’t believe I’m the one who’s asking that.
His eyes open, and he lifts his head away from mine. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that question?”
“You seem like you’re in pain.” I run my fingernails up and down his back lightly, and he shivers.
“I just don’t want to hurt you,” he admits.
“It’s all right,” I whisper, wiggling beneath him. I’m not in pain, but it does feel different. In a good way.
He shifts, withdrawing almost all the way out before he plunges back in, and my breath hitches in my throat. “I want to move faster.”
“Then move faster.” I drift my hands down, sliding them over his ass and giving him a not-so-subtle push. “I’m not going to break, Tate.”
That seems to be what he needs to hear, because he starts to move. Slow but steady at first, letting me adjust and get used to the sensation of him being inside of my body. His restraint is commendable. He’s trying so hard to be gentle.
But I’m realizing that this doesn’t hurt at all. The friction with his every withdrawal and push forward is delicious. I lift my legs, wrapping them around his hips, and we both moan when it sends him deeper.
“Jesus, Scarlett,” he bites out, the corded muscles in his neck standing out as he strains against me. “You feel so good.”
“Go faster,” I encourage, and he doesn’t hesitate.
We’re moving against each other faster. Harder. Soon the sound of our sweat-covered bodies slapping against each other fills the room. He grunts with every thrust, and at one point, I crack my eyes open so I can just stare at him.
Only to find him watching me. His gaze is soft, his face is flushed, and when he dips down, his mouth finding mine in a tongue-thrusting kiss, I know.
I’m in love with him. It happened so quickly. Like an unstoppable force. And maybe I’m rushing things or I’m completely overthinking it, but I love him.
And I think he might be a little in love with me too.
“Are you close?” he asks me once he breaks the kiss, his gaze locked on mine. There’s a glow in his eyes I’ve never noticed before.
I slowly shake my head, running my hands down his chest, fingernails drifting across his abs. “Not really.”
“Shit.” He reaches between us, his fingers finding my clit, and he rubs it as he continues to thrust, fucking me harder. Faster.
Tingles sweep over my skin, and he grabs hold of me with his other arm, adjusting my position so he somehow sinks even deeper. All of it is too much. Not enough.
Without warning the orgasm sweeps over me, my mouth hanging open but no sound coming out. My inner walls milk his erection, rippling along his shaft, and he groans, collapsing on top of me.
I hold him as he comes, running my hands over his shoulders, almost like I’m comforting him. Soothing him. Savoring the feel of him on top of me, crushing me into the mattress.
“Am I hurting you?” he finally asks when he finds his voice once more, making like he’s going to lift off me.
I clamp my arms around him tighter, keeping him in place. “Don’t leave yet.”
