His exhalation was ragged. “Do you realize how incredible you are?” As she mumbled something between dismissal and embarrassment, he persisted. “Don’t you see how incredible I find you?”
He rose above her, displaying the full measure of his sculpted perfection. She struggled to her elbows, her mouth watering, her hands stinging, with the need to explore him, revel in him.
But he wasn’t inviting her to witness or examine his splendor, but demonstrating her effect on him. Glimpsing his manhood in the semidarkness last night had filled her sleep with sexual torment. It was why she hadn’t been able to keep her hands off him when she’d woken up, though she hadn’t dared remove the sheet he tented even in sleep. Now she forced her gaze down...and was again awestruck at the size and beauty of him.
What if she couldn’t accommodate him? Please him?
His muscles bunched as he reached down to the floor, picked up the pants he’d discarded and produced a foil packet. He was ready this time. Last time he hadn’t been, which meant he didn’t have women here. That was such a momentous realization, it made this even more incredible than it already was.
Then holding her eyes in such promise, he tore the packet open.
She almost came again just watching him sheath himself.
“Now I take you, mi amore. And you take me.”
Though she shook with agitation, she whimpered, “Yes...yes, please.”
She received him in trembling arms as he came down over her. She cried out at how her softness cushioned his hardness.
Perfect. No, sublime.
Pushing her legs wider apart, his eyes solicitous, tempestuous, he bathed himself in her readiness in slow strokes from bud to opening, driving her to desperation before he growled and finally sank inside her in one long, fierce thrust.
A red-hot lance of pain had the world flickering out for long moments, squeezing a cry from her very depths, before other sensations surged back in a rush, none she’d ever felt before. Fullness, completion.
Her eyes fluttered open to find him turned to stone on top of her, his eyes wild with worry.
“You’re a... You were a... It’s your first time!”
Quivering inside and out, the last thing she wanted was to talk, her mind unraveling with the feel of him filling her. But she had to answer his strangled exclamation. “You do remember me saying I was pathetically inexperienced, don’t you?”
His distress ebbed, tenderness replacing it. “Oh, yes, I do. Dio mio, you’re a surprise a second. Make that a shock a second. I didn’t think you meant...that.”
“What else did you think I meant?”
“I didn’t think. I basically can’t think around you.”
Then he started withdrawing from her depths, making her feel he was turning her inside out.
“No!” She clung to him with her arms and legs, tried to drag him back inside her. “Don’t go. Don’t stop. ”
Throwing his head back, he squeezed his eyes. “I’m only trying not to lose my mind here, mi amore, in consideration of your...state of inexperience. Don’t make it impossible.” He opened his eyes. “I’d only stop if you wanted me to.”
Emptiness threatening to engulf her, she thrust her hips upward, impaling herself on his massive girth, uncaring about the chafing pain, even needing it. “I’d die if you stopped.”
His groan was pained, as if she’d hurt him, too. “Stopping would probably finish me, as well. For real.”
She thrust up again, crying out as he stretched her, the sensation making her delirious.
His hand combed through her hair, dragged her down by its tether to the mattress, pinning her there. Her heart shook her like an earthquake as she crushed herself against him. “Don’t hold back. I love the way you feel inside me. I love it. Fill me, hurt me until you make it better.”
“Si, amore, I’ll make it so much better.” He cupped her hips in both hands, tilted them into a cradle for his own, then slowly thrust inside her to the hilt.
It was beyond overwhelming, being full of him. The reality, the meaning and carnality of it, rocked her essence.
He withdrew again, and she cried out at the unbearable loss, urged him to sink back into her. He resisted her pleas, taking his time, resting at her entrance before he thrust back inside her. Then again, and again. Slow, measured, making her cry out hot gusts of passion and open herself wider with every plunge.
Holding her gaze, he watched her intently, avidly, adjusting his movements to her every moan and grimace, waiting for pleasure to fully submerge the pain. He kept her at a fever pitch, caressing her all over, sucking her breasts, draining her lips, raining wonder over her. “Perfetto, amore, inside and out. Everything about you is perfect.”