Forbidden Bride - Penny Wylder Page 0,19
immediately. The fullness is something that I’ve never experienced before. It’s so much, even with just the first couple inches of him inside me. “I’m not convinced you’ll be able to fit.”
He moves my hair away from my face. “I will.” His voice is completely confident. “We’ll go as slow as you need, but you’ll take all of me. Every. Last. Inch.” I shudder at the emphasis in his words. “I’m going to be balls deep inside you, Nicola. So deep that no other man will come close.” He sinks in deeper, and I lose my breath. He’s so big, but the slight pain eases away as he stills. My body has to adjust to him. But I can’t hold still for too long, and my body urges me to move. To rock my hips and seek out that pleasure I know can be found from this.
“I wasn’t planning on having any other men,” I say.
“Good.” He kisses me as he inches forward, and I try to breathe. To relax. Slowly, inch by inch, he pushes in. I’m filled to the brim with him. He reaches places inside me that the toys have never touched, and each movement of his hips makes my pussy grip him. I love the sounds that he makes when I squeeze him, and so I do it again.
“Fuck, Nicola,” he breathes. “You feel so good.”
Slowly, so slowly, he sinks deeper until the moment where I can feel that he’s all the way in. My breath goes short. I can’t believe that he’s all the way in, stretching me to my absolute limit. “Are you all right?” Tristan asks.
“Yes,” I gasp. “Yes.”
He’s not moving, holding himself absolutely still inside me so that I can get used to his size. Right now, the way he’s looking at me is so much more than lust, and I feel something growing between us. There’s a sense of both finality and a new beginning. This has been a long time coming, and it hadn’t quite hit me until now that this isn’t a dream.
Impossibly, I feel myself adjusting to him. Tristan moves his hips a fraction of an inch. It’s a barely-there thrust but it’s still enough to make me gasp. I pull his mouth down to mine and kiss him hard. He takes over the kiss without question, his tongue invading and dancing with mine. He plunges deep, and the feeling echoes with the way that he’s already inside me.
Like in an invisible switch that’s been flipped, my body suddenly says more. Tilting my hips up toward his, I pull us that much closer. I don’t think there’s anything separating us, and that’s the way I want it. I wrap my legs around his hips, locking him to me as he starts to move gently. Slowly.
I’m so glad that I waited for him. There’s nothing in me that can imagine doing this with anyone else. What is between us is pure truth, and sharing that with another person would probably kill me. There’s another part of my brain that’s furious that we waited so long, and wants everything right now and faster.
Tristan kisses my neck, and I hold on to his shoulders. He’s still moving with perfect, steady slowness, not wanting to take it too fast or overwhelm me or hurt me. But I’m not made of glass. “More,” I whisper in his ear. “Please.”
He pulls out, and slides home harder, touching that place that only he can reach. Oh my god, the way pleasure blooms deep in my gut is incomparable to anything else I’ve ever experienced. Perfect delicious friction, drawing in pleasure from every part of me.
I tangle my fingers in the short length of his hair and lock his gaze to mine. Emotion so strong washes over me and I’m caught in this storm, and I don’t want to leave.
Steadily Tristan is increasing his speed, and any pain from his size and my inexperience fades away into warmth and bliss. Already I can feel my orgasm rising and I know that this one is going to be different. It’s drawing up from deep within, centered around that point that only Dash can reach.
I could let go and fall into that perfect pleasure right now. My body is begging to. But I don’t want this to be over. Not yet. And so I hold on. “Tristan.” My voice comes out raw and rough, and I don’t even know what I’m asking for, but he does.
It’s his turn