Chapter 21 – Trace #3
I pushed forward another inch, watching her face for any sign of pain. Her eyes fluttered closed, mouth falling open. I kissed the corner of her mouth, her jaw, the spot below her ear that made her shiver.
"Talk to me," I murmured. "Tell me how it feels."
"Full," she breathed, barely audible. "So full already."
And I wasn't even halfway in. I groaned, my cock pulsing inside her. I pulled back slightly, then pushed forward, gaining another inch. Her nails dug into my shoulders. Not pain. Surprise, maybe. Or the beginnings of pleasure.
"You're doing so good, baby," I praised against her throat. "Taking me so perfectly. Knew you would."
I worked myself deeper with shallow thrusts, retreating and advancing by millimeters, letting her adjust to each new depth. Her breaths came in short pants against my neck, her legs trembling where they wrapped around my hips.
"Look at me," I said softly. She opened her eyes and the trust I saw there nearly destroyed me. "You're mine now. You know that, right? This means you're mine."
"I was always yours," she whispered, and I rewarded her with another inch, swallowing her gasp. I was almost there. Almost fully seated inside her. Sweat beading on my forehead, arms shaking.
"Just a little more, baby," I groaned. "You can take it. I know you can."
One final push. I buried myself to the hilt and we both froze. She was stretched so tight around me I could barely breathe. I could feel her pulse where we were joined, quick and desperate. My cock throbbed in response and she whimpered.
"Fuck," I breathed against her forehead. "You feel... Christ. You feel incredible."
I stayed perfectly still, letting her body adjust, even though every instinct screamed at me to move. My jaw ached from gritting my teeth.
"Breathe with me," I murmured, taking a slow, deep inhale. She mimicked me, her chest rising and falling against mine, and I felt her gradually begin to relax around me. "That's my girl."
I shifted slightly, the smallest movement, and her eyes flew wide. Not pain. Surprise at the sensation. I did it again, a tiny roll of my hips that made her gasp.
"Okay?" I searched her face.
She nodded, her hands sliding up to tangle in my hair. "It's... different. Not bad, just..."
"I know, baby. I know." I pulled back an inch, then pushed forward, slow and controlled. "Going to make it so good for you."
I set a careful rhythm, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in deep. Each thrust drew a soft sound from her, breathy little moans that were going to haunt my dreams for the rest of my life.
"That's it," I watched her face transform with each stroke. "You're taking me so well. So perfect."
I angled my hips, searching for the spot that would make her see stars. When her whole body jerked and she cried out, I knew I'd found it.
"There?" I hit the same angle again.
"Oh God, yes," she gasped, nails raking down my back. "Right there. Please don't stop."
Like I could stop now. Not when she was looking at me like I hung the fucking moon. Not when she was gripping me like she never wanted to let go. I kept the angle, the same steady pace, even though my body screamed for more, faster, harder.
"Feel what you do to me?" I dropped my head to suck at the pulse point on her throat. "Feel how hard I am for you? How perfectly you fit around me?"
She was beyond words now. Just broken little sounds spilling from her lips. I could feel her getting close, her body starting to clench rhythmically around me. But I needed more control. Needed to be able to touch her properly.
I slowed my thrusts, making her whimper in protest, then rolled us carefully, keeping myself buried deep as I moved onto my back. She ended up straddling me, eyes wide with surprise.
"Trace, I don't know how..."
"I've got you." My hands settled on her hips. I grabbed a pillow and shoved it under my head so I was propped at the perfect angle. From here I could see everything. Where we were joined. Her beautiful tits above me. Her face flushed with pleasure.
"Just move however feels good," I told her, helping her lift up slightly before sinking back down. "You're in control now. Take what you need."
She started tentatively. Small rolls of her hips, barely lifting off me before settling back down. The new angle had her gasping, hands braced on my chest for balance. She was beautiful like this. Uncertain but eager. Her body learning what it craved.
"That's it," I groaned, guiding her hips in a slow grind that had her clit rubbing against me with every movement. "Fuck, you look so good riding me."
Her confidence grew with each roll, finding a rhythm that had her mouth falling open. I couldn't resist anymore. I leaned up and captured one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking hard while my hands helped her keep that devastating pace.
"Oh God, Trace," she moaned, movements going erratic as I switched to her other breast. The angle was perfect. I could worship her while she controlled how deep I went, how fast, how hard.
Her hesitation had melted completely. She was using her thighs to lift and lower herself onto me, each descent bringing a gasp from her lips. I could see the pleasure playing across her face, the way her brows furrowed, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.
I let her set the pace, my hands guiding but not controlling. She was a sight. Her breasts moving with each stroke, and I reached up to cup them, thumbs circling her nipples.
She moaned, head falling back as she arched into my touch. The angle changed and she sank deeper, drawing a groan from both of us.
"Touch yourself," I told her softly, taking one of her hands from my chest and guiding it between her legs. "Show me how you like it."
Her fingers found her clit, circling tentatively at first, then harder as pleasure sparked through her. I watched, transfixed. Her head thrown back, lips parted, fingers working herself while she ground down on me. The sight was almost too much.
"Fuck, you're perfect," I groaned, my hips bucking up involuntarily, driving deeper. She cried out, hand clutching my chest for balance. "That's it. Use me. Take what you need."
Her movements became frantic. Chasing it. I could feel it building in the way she clenched around me, in the broken sounds falling from her mouth. I leaned up and caught her nipple between my teeth, sucking hard, flicking my tongue against the peak while she rode me faster.
I fell back against the pillow, gripping her hips as I started thrusting upward to meet her. The room filled with the sound of us. Her wetness, skin against skin, her ragged breathing.
"Trace," she gasped, eyes locked on mine. Desperate. Needy. Matching everything I felt. "I'm..."
I slid my thumb to where her fingers worked her clit and added pressure, circling with her. Her eyes rolled back.
"Come for me, baby," I growled, feeling my own orgasm building at the base of my spine. "Let me see you come apart."
She ground down hard, my thumb working in tandem with her fingers, and then she was coming. Hard. Her entire body seizing, back arching, my name tearing from her throat as she clenched around me so tight I nearly lost it.
"That's it, fuck, that's my girl," I groaned, working her through it even as she tried to squirm away from the intensity. "So beautiful when you come."
She collapsed forward onto my chest, trembling, gasping. Her heart hammering against mine, her body still fluttering around me in little aftershocks. I was still rock hard inside her, my body screaming, but I held still.
"You okay, baby?" I murmured, pressing kisses to her temple.
She nodded against my chest, a breathless laugh escaping her. "That was... I didn't know it could feel like that."
Pride swelled through me. I'd given her that.
"We're not done," I murmured, rolling us carefully so I was on top again without pulling out. She whimpered at the shift but her legs wrapped around me, pulling me deeper.
I braced my forearms on either side of her head and started moving again.
Slow at first, giving her time, but the angle was perfect from here and every thrust made her gasp.
My orgasm had been building for what felt like hours.
The tightness in my balls, the tingling at the base of my spine. I wasn't going to last.
"Going to come," I groaned against her neck, my thrusts getting harder, faster, losing the rhythm as my control finally shattered. "Fuck, baby, I'm going to..."
Her nails dug into my back and she pulled me closer. "I want to feel it," she whispered against my ear, and those five words destroyed whatever was left of my restraint.
My orgasm slammed into me so hard I saw white. My whole body locked up, cock pulsing as I emptied myself with a groan I couldn't hold back. Wave after wave, my hips jerking, pressing deep while pleasure tore through me in ways I'd never felt before. Not even close.
I collapsed onto my forearms, barely keeping my weight off her, my face pressed into her neck. We lay there panting, still joined, sweat cooling. I could feel her heartbeat against my chest, matching mine beat for frantic beat.
After a moment I carefully pulled out, both of us wincing at the sensitivity. I dealt with the condom quickly, then came back to bed and gathered her into my arms. She curled into my chest like she'd been doing it her whole life. Like she belonged there.
Because she did.
"You okay?" I asked softly, kissing her temple.
She nodded, breathing still uneven. "I'm... that was..." She couldn't find the words.
"Yeah. It was."
We lay there quietly. She'd been a virgin. She'd given me something she couldn't give anyone else, and the weight of that hit me full force.
I pressed another kiss to her temple before carefully untangling myself. "Don't move, baby. I'll be right back."
She made a soft sound of protest but stayed put, watching me with heavy-lidded eyes as I walked to the bathroom.
I cleaned up quick, then grabbed two washcloths from the shelf.
One under warm water, wrung out until it was just damp enough.
The other soaked in cool water, because she'd be sore. No question.
When I came back she'd curled onto her side, the sheet pulled to her waist. The sight of her in my bed, braids spread across the satin pillows I'd asked for, made something fierce and possessive surge through my chest.
"Let me take care of you," I murmured, sitting beside her.
She rolled onto her back at my gentle urging, the sheet falling away. Her body marked by my attention. Little red marks from my mouth on her breasts. The faint imprint of my fingers on her hips. Mine. The evidence that she was mine.
I started with the warm cloth, gently cleaning between her thighs. She hissed at the first touch, still sensitive, and I murmured apologies against her skin as I worked. Thorough but gentle.
"You're being so good for me," I said softly, pressing a kiss to her hip bone when she squirmed. "Almost done."
When I finished with the warm cloth, I folded the cool one and placed it gently against her. She sighed, this little sound of contentment, and relaxed into the mattress.
"Better?" I tossed the warm cloth toward the bathroom. I'd deal with it later. Right now, all that mattered was her.
I climbed back into bed and pulled her against me so her back pressed to my chest. She fit perfectly. Like she was made for this exact position, tucked into me, my arms around her.
"We're going to have a whole conversation about how you were a virgin," I murmured against her ear, unable to keep the teasing note out of my voice. "But for now, get some rest. I can't wait to wake up with you."
She made a soft sound that might have been agreement or protest. Her body was already growing heavy, exhaustion pulling her under. I pressed my lips to the spot where her neck met her shoulder, breathing her in. Sex and sweat and something that was just Lena.
"Sleep, baby," I whispered, tightening my arms around her. "I've got you."
Her breathing evened out. Her hand went slack against my chest. She was falling asleep on me for the second time in two days, and this time I wasn't letting her sneak out.
I would burn the world down before I let her slip away again.