through her folds. Back to front. She’s so wet and swollen I move easily, dipping two fingers inside her. “You’re so fucking right for me. You’re right.”
Her hips cant, rising into my touch, and she glances over her shoulder to meet my eyes. Hair loose and wavy. Her brow’s wrinkled, lips parted.
“Samuel,” she pants. “Please. Don’t stop. I need you.”
She’s hot and soft against my finger, and to be honest, I’m a little dizzy at the prospect of being allowed to have her this way.
She’s giving this to me.
She’s holding absolutely nothing back.
She’s also shaking. Tiny tremors that make her skin tremble beneath my touch.
“Hey.” Curling my arm around her waist, I use my knee to gently part her legs. “I’ve got you. I’m here.”
The lines of her throat work as she swallows. “I’m sorry. I don’t usually get like this. I just…”
“You need. I know.” I glide my fingers forward and circle her clit, whispering, “Thank you.”
“For what?” she whispers back, hips rolling. I move my hand up her belly and cup her breast, plucking at her nipple. She moans.
I replace the fingers of my other hand with the wide head of my cock. She moans. I say, “For letting your guard down with me. I’m honored. And inspired.”
Emma pauses, mid-roll. Her eyes say what her words cannot. That she’s happy and scared and so turned on it hurts.
I sink a little inside her, her pussy swallowing my crown. Seeing stars at how sweet she already feels.
Her breath catches, eyes squeezing shut.
I’m big. She’s small. This position is probably not the best call for our first time, but it’s what she wants. So I nudge her legs a little wider and grit my teeth and go slowly. I move my hand back to her clit, gently massaging her there while I sink inside her millimeter by millimeter.
It’s heaven and hell, all at once. She’s so tight I wanna scream. I wanna jackhammer my hips and have my way.
I put the other hand on the floor beside Emma’s torso and lean forward so that I surround her. She’s so little she fits inside the shelter of my body perfectly. I kiss her neck and suck on her shoulder. I gather her slickness on my fingertips and spread it on her nipple, making her pussy flutter around my cock.
“You that close?” I nip at her earlobe.
“The pain,” she replies thickly. “The contrast with your gentleness—it’s hot as hell, Samuel.”
That’s the story her body’s telling too, so I go with it.
She pushes up onto her hands when I am sunk to the hilt.
“Okay?” I ask.
Running her fingers through her hair, she nods. “Start slow?”
I kiss her shoulder blade. “Keep talking to me.”
But it’s her body that does the talking. I do a mini-thrust, a slow in-and-out motion. My free hand still on her clit.
Her pussy flutters again. Stronger this time.
Her arms start to shake.
“Aw, baby,” I murmur against her skin. “You are close. Tell me what you need me to do to get there.”
She opens her eyes. I already said it, they reply. I need you.
I thrust again, a little harder this time. Her tits bounce and her head rears up. My thighs are flush against hers. She cries out when I take my hand off her pussy, but I need to find our rhythm so I can catch her when she falls.
Hand now on her hip, I guide her back and forth in time to my thrusts. We begin to move. I watch my cock glide in and out of her, my skin growing clammy with sweat. Holding back like this takes a fuck ton of effort, but I would rather light myself on fire than hurt Emma.
Plus, I have a feeling her orgasm is gonna be really, really good.
I want it to be her best ever.
Doesn’t take long for Emma to meet me stroke for stroke. She’s eager, athletic, and we set a good, sweaty pace, our bodies slapping with every thrust. When I’m confident she’s okay, I curl my arm around her waist again and hold her tight against me.
I love the feel of her body against mine.
By the way the walls of her pussy clamp down on my dick, so does she.
“I want to see your face when you come,” I say in her ear. “Roll over.”
She obeys, my dick slipping out of her as she settles onto her back. I want to devour her with my eyes, the way her cheeks are flushed, the lines of her