Chapter 30 Emma #2
I shake my head as I glide my fingers through the slit on the end, smearing the moisture there. He involuntarily bucks into my hand.
“Emma,” he warns as I continue playing with the head.
“I’m ready, sir.”
He has me on my back, pinned to the bed before I squeak out the last word. I can feel his warm head part me as he glides it through my wetness, teasing me.
“Wait,” I cry, suddenly nervous.
Pulling back, he cups my face. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
“I know, it’s not that.”
He looks at me expectantly as I try to push down the embarrassment and form the words to continue.
“What is it going to feel like? I’ve heard some people say it hurts, but my sister didn’t mention that.
And if it does hurt, like how bad? Will I bleed?
Will it feel good eventually? How long will it last?
I’m sorry, I’m just nervous and I want to know what to expect.
I feel like I’ve studied everything I can to prepare for how it should feel, but now I worry it wasn’t enough and that I’ll disappoint you. ”
His smile is reassuring as his hooded eyes stare back at me. There’s so much lust and reverence in his gaze that it stuns me, momentarily knocking the breath from me.
“There is nothing you could ever do to disappoint me. And if you want to know what to expect, honestly, it’s different for everyone.
But I’m not going to lie, I’m bigger than average so it might hurt, but that’s why I wanted to make sure you’re nice and ready for me.
I can’t really tell you what it will feel like for you, but I can describe what it feels like for me as I’m going, and if you want me to stop, just tell me and I will.
” I nod, and he fists his cock, lining it up with my entrance. “Ready?”
“Yes,” I breathe as he slowly pushes his head into me. “Oh God!” I cry as I stretch around him. It hurts, and when I look down at where we’re joined, I notice that there’s a lot more of him to go before he’s fully inside me.
He immediately pauses his movements, a pained look on his face. “Emma, honey, talk to me. Do you want me to stop?”
“Don’t stop,” I moan as I pinch my eyes shut and he slides in a little further. “Oh shoot, wait. I can’t…”
“Emma, look at me,” he snaps, and my eyes fly open, locking on his.
“It’s taking everything in me not to rut into this perfect fucking cunt.
You’re squeezing me so tight, and I’ve never felt anything better than how you feel swallowing me, enveloping me.
You feel so warm, so soft, so wet, and so much like home.
This is how it feels for me. I want to live here, inside of you as you pulse and squeeze me. Nothing has ever felt like this.”
His words wash over me like a tide, filling in all the cracks in the sand, filling me up with his adoration.
My body relaxes, and my nervousness dissipates.
“I can’t imagine doing this with anyone else.
I trust you. I trust you so much.” I pull his face to mine, kissing him passionately, so I don’t share anything else.
“So fucking much,” he echoes, kissing me again, and my heart skips wondering if there’s a deeper meaning there. Before I can fixate on it too much he pulls back. “How do you feel?”
“So full. It hurt when you first pushed in, but that second thrust didn’t hurt as much. I don’t think any of my research truly encapsulated what this sensation would feel like. It’s just overwhelming. I don’t know how to describe it.”
“I know,” he assures me, placing my hand on his rapidly beating heart as he rubs his forehead against mine. It fills me with comfort knowing I’m not alone in this, that he might be feeling everything I’m feeling too. “Are you okay?”
“More than okay,” I assure him. “Can I…can I try something?”
“Honey, you can do anything you want right now. I’m at your mercy,” he whispers against my skin, kissing my forehead.
“Don’t move,” I beg as I glide my hands up his chest, tracing the lines of his tattoos to ground myself. My touch is feather-light and I marvel as goosebumps break out on his skin and his breathing picks up. Ever so slowly, I begin rocking my hips against him.
“Fuck,” he rasps. I can tell he wants to move, but it feels too good having this kind of control over him, as brief as it may be.
“I like this.” I whine, rocking my hips a little faster. “It doesn’t feel like anything I’ve ever felt before. Your tongue, your fingers, your…” I trail off, suddenly shy.
“Say it. Say ‘cock’ for me, pet.”
I swallow the nerves and continue. “Your cock. It all feels different. I don’t know which one I like best. But it doesn’t hurt anymore.” My hips move faster. “I think I want you to move.”
“Are you sure?” His eyes are full of concern. “I’m only halfway in.”
I grip his cheeks, forcing him to see my sincerity. “I need you to fuck me, John. I need you to move, fill me up, make me come, make me yours. Please, John.”
“Fuck, I’m yours. I’ll do anything you want.
” He grabs my face, kissing me hard as he takes over, pushing all the way in.
The stretch feels so good, the burn nearly gone as he pumps in and out slowly building up speed as he sucks on my bottom lip, pulling on it hard before dragging it between his teeth.
“I’m going to embarrass myself with how quick you’re going to make me come.
You fucking own me, pet. I need you to come on my cock. Choke me with that perfect cunt.”
He slides a hand against my clit as he rubs it in quick circles. I’m not even sure his efforts are necessary since my orgasm hits seconds later, overwhelming me with its intensity. I can feel my walls clamping around his length as my clit throbs against his hand. “Fuck! John!”
“Yes, fuck, Emma. Oh fuuuuck,” he growls against my lips, as his hips still and I feel his cock twitch in me, a warmth filling me up everywhere.
His eyes are locked on mine and I’m stunned by the emotion I see there.
He’s looking at me with so much affection, so much adoration.
Like this means everything to him. He almost looks like he loves me.