Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
She moved her hips to assist him, but he said “Be still” between his teeth, then added “Please” in a slightly less aggrieved tone.
“What must I do?” She only wanted to make it easier.
“Relax,” he said on a great exhalation. “Only relax and let me kiss you.”
He leaned forward, drawing her into a teasing kiss, then began to push his hips forward, closing his teeth on her lip in his concentration.
She tried to relax, but it was the most novel—and terrifying—sensation to feel the huge width of him pressing her open.
“Oh. Oh, goodness,” she said. “Oh, my.”
He receded at once, slid out of her.
“Is it done then?” she asked. “It was not so bad.”
“It’s not done.” He gave a short, wild laugh. “It’s barely begun, but if you wish me to stop… If it is too uncomfortable for you, we needn’t continue.”
She knew, with her acute, sensitive perception, that if he stopped now, it would be an eternity before he would try again. She also knew—perceived—that he ached to be inside her, fully inside her. He hungered for that to his very core. She could hear it in his halting breath, divine it in the way his fingertips trembled against her hip.
“I don’t wish you to stop.” She infused her words with desire, not fear. “Please, don’t stop. Come inside me fully. I’m sure I’ll adjust.”
She moved against him, although he’d scolded her moments earlier to be still. This was not a moment for being still.
He gave that groan again, that growl that seemed to come from the depth of his soul, and moved into her, inch by halting inch. She steeled herself against any sound or reaction, though she wondered when it would feel good, rather than perilous.
“I’m fine,” she said when he paused. “Don’t stop.”
He gathered her closer and pushed deeper. The pressure built and she breathed out, as if to make more room for him. Her body’s own moisture allowed him to keep moving forward, until she was so full she didn’t know if she could bear it. It did hurt a little. It shocked her. I will be brave.
When he finally stopped pushing, she felt in grave danger. She feared she might injure herself if she moved the slightest bit, or perhaps injure him.
“Please…” She looked up at him, beseeching. “Please kiss me.”
He did, holding himself still inside her. It was a voracious kiss, the most passionate one they’d yet shared. Their breaths intermingled, their lips danced together. By the time they parted, the pressure inside her felt more bearable.
“I’m going to move,” he said. “I have to.”
“I want you to. Truly, it’s not so bad.”
He laughed, a woeful laugh, and echoed “not so bad” under his breath. She didn’t know how to encourage him, except with her body. When he moved, she closed her eyes and concentrated on the sensation of him inside her, very deep inside her. It was actually lovely, when one contemplated it, to share something so intimate with one’s husband, to truly be joined together. Later, she would want to talk to him about it, but now…
“How is it?” he asked, nearly all the way out of her. “Any better?”
“Yes, it’s better. I’m getting used to it.”
“I want it to feel good for you. I want you to feel the pleasure I feel.”
He went into her again, slowly, so slowly. At the same time, he kissed and fondled one of her breasts, teasing the sensitive tip. It brought a sharp, sudden frisson of arousal so intense she clamped down on his cock. He groaned and she apologized.
“I’ve hurt you. I’m sorry.”
“You’re hurting me in the best way. God help me,” he added, gathering her in his arms.
She was so close against him, so very close. It seemed every inch of him was touching her, bringing her senses to life. There was no pain now as he slid inside her, no frightening pressure, only a building instinct that he must keep surging into her until they found release. She held onto him, lifting her face when he nudged her to give her more kisses. She offered her lips, and soon her whole mouth, to his questing ardor.
He thrust in her faster then, harder, grinding his hips against hers, making her hidden button throb with arousal. There were almost too many pleasures going on at once; she could hardly identify them all. She could only be swept into a whole new state of being, where his merest touches inflamed her, and hers seemed to inflame him.
“Oh, please,” she said. “It feels so very good now.” She wound her fingers in his hair. “Please, don’t stop.”
She closed her eyes, giving herself completely to the growing magic within her, the blooming heat in that place they joined. Without warning, she reached that apex where all the tension unfurled like an explosion. She cried out as pleasure shot through her body, up to her heaving breasts, down to her shuddering thighs, all while her pussy contracted rhythmically upon his cock.