He looked up at her. “Condoms?”
Breathless, she replied, “It’s not possible for me to get pregnant. Have you been to the doctor recently and been tested?”
“Yes. I have the lab results at home. I’m clean.”
“No condoms then.”
“You’re sure?”
“I trust you, Seth.”
A slight smile quirked his lips on one side, and her need to kiss him was great, but he lowered his lips and kissed her there instead. She arched her back, tilting her pussy against his mouth, giving him full access. With her legs parted that widely, she was completely vulnerable to him, and the thought made her tremble even more. His fingertips stroked her cunt as he licked at her clit, keeping her near the edge of orgasm but not pushing her over. He slid a moist fingertip between her lips, and lust filled her heart as the tight, burning intrusion returned.
He glanced up at her. “Do you have lube?”
“Yes.” She pointed at the night table drawer, and he stretched out to pull the drawer open. He chuckled and held up her pocket vibrator. Her cheeks filled with heat, and she chuckled when he said, “It’s so cute and little,” before carefully placing it back in the drawer and retrieving the lube. “I saw some other fun-looking toys in there we’ll have to try out together.” There wasn’t even a hint of ridicule in his words, and she wasn’t sure why she’d worried what he’d think of her collection.
“Be my guest.”
He returned to his earlier position and opened the tube of personal lubricant. “You’re very tight. I want to stretch you a little.”
She nodded, her heart pounding as he spread lube on his fingertips and applied it to her opening. He did that several times, and she was sure that if he kept it up, her own lubrication would far surpass the need for any more. He slid a finger more deeply inside her, and her pussy tingled as she took him.
“Your tight little pussy is going to feel so good around my cock. I can hardly wait.”
He stroked her clit and kept her on the edge as he rubbed her opening with two fingers and slid them in a bit. The burning increased as her need climbed higher. In and out, he stroked her channel and caressed her clit. He took his time, and she knew it couldn’t be easy for him to hold back as he worked to keep her arousal at a fever pitch so she wanted his cock more with each passing second.
Finally, he gazed up at her from between her trembling thighs. “You’re sure this is what you want? You’re tiny and it’ll hurt. I’ve lubricated and stretched you a bit, but if I continue it’ll make you more sore.”
“I know it’ll hurt but you’ll make it good, too. I took the tattoo, didn’t I? Better to just get it over with, right?”
“Probably. But I don’t want you to have regrets. I want you to feel special.”
“I’ve felt special every time I’m with you. Don’t you understand?” This would be a memory she’d cherish for the rest of her life, the way he’d taken his time with her. “I want you.”
He crept up her body and whispered, “I swear I’ll stop if you need me to. If it’s too much or you change your mind, tell me. I hate the thought of hurting you.”
Her body pulsed with adoration and arousal for him. He liked to be in control, but even then he placed her needs above his own. There was no way she’d stop him, no matter how much discomfort was involved. She wanted desperately to be joined with him. He sat up and reached for the bottle of lubricant. She realized he planned to lubricate his cock as well and took it from him. She squeezed some into her hand and looked in his eyes.
“Carefully, baby. I’m liable to explode, I’m so turned on by you.”
She smiled and closed her hand around his cock, coating it with lube and stroking him until he finally stopped her and gently pushed her back down on the bed. Her heart galloped as the moment of truth arrived.
He settled his comforting weight and body heat between her thighs. He took his time getting into position and she wondered if he was giving her a chance to back out so she tilted up her chin and licked his beaded nipple. He flexed at the stimulation and she could feel how large he was against her slit. He stroked back and forth with his cock between her lips, rubbing her clit until it felt like it had its own heartbeat. He kissed her and teased her with the tip his tongue, tugging at her lower lip with his teeth, still taking his time. Nudging the head of his cock between her lips, he thrust in a gentle rocking motion that soothed her and prepared her for his entry.
He trembled in her arms, and she clung to him, responding with tremors of her own, wrapping her legs around his hips. She slid her hands down the muscular sweep of his back and enjoyed the feel of his tight buttocks in her grasp. His rocking motion made the muscles ripple under her fingers, and she could tell how much control he was maintaining in his care for her. This wasn’t what she’d expected at all, for him to be this patient, and the sensation that flooded her heart spread to the rest of her body. How could she not love him when he cared this much for her pleasure and wanted to guard her so thoroughly, so lovingly, from pain?