Chapter 55
James
Jesus Christ. Hearing that from her is like a concentrated hit of the finest saffron. It’s rare, it’s intoxicating, and it goes straight to my head, bypassing my sense of reason and leaving me starving for more.
I kiss her deeply, and she instantly responds. My cock, which is ready for action, twitches impatiently. I gently lower her onto the bed and cover her body with mine. I make sure to keep most of my weight off her, but she sighs.
I lick into her mouth and reach between us, sliding my finger inside her.
She’s aroused enough that I slip in easily.
I weave it in and out of her gently. She shudders and opens her legs further.
I nibble kisses down her throat to her breast, biting gently on her nipple.
She groans. And when I do the same to her other nipple, her entire body bucks.
I slide down to her pussy and, holding her open, lick the remnants of her cum. I circle my fingers around her still swollen clit, then slide it inside her.
She’s so wet, the sound of her slick heat taking me, then reluctantly letting go as I pull back, is the only thing I can hear.
I look up to find her lips parted. A flush stains her chest. She’s dripping all over my hand, and when I curl my fingers inside her, brushing up against her G-spot, her entire body arches.
"James, please, please, fuck me," she moans.
I rise up and plank over her, fitting my dick to her opening.
For a few moments, I stay poised there. Then, holding her gaze, communicating just how much this means to me without words, I slip inside her.
Just an inch. But she’s so tight. So hot.
So wet. I stay there for a few seconds, giving her a chance to adjust to my size. "Okay?"
"Okay," she breathes.
I push in further, sinking in another few inches. Instantly, her pussy clamps around my cock. "Fuck." I grit my teeth. "You feel so good.”
"I like how you feel inside of me." She wraps her legs around my waist. "I want to feel all of you."
"I need to take it slow." I set my jaw and push down on my arms holding up my weight. "I want this to be so good for you, baby."
I push in a few inches more.
The softness, the give of her pussy, the melting of her inner walls when I brush up against them… All of it arrows to my groin. The knot of desire there tightens. My balls throb. "Fuck, I can’t hold back." Sweat slides down my throat and plops onto her décolletage.
"Don’t hold back." She wraps her arms around my neck, urging me closer. "I want to feel all of you inside me. I want you to fuck me so hard that—"
I thrust forward, until I’m buried inside her fully.
She winces.
I freeze. “I hurt you."
"No." She swallows. "It’s just… I didn’t expect it to burn."
"Jesus. Fucking hell." I begin to pull out.
She tightens her arms and legs around me, stopping me. "No, no. Not like that. It’s a good burn."
I stare into her features. Her green eyes are glazed. There’s a hint of brightness in them. But the blush on her cheeks and the way her lips are parted tells me she’s turned on.
"Tell me the moment it begins to hurt."
She nods. "I trust you."
Fuck, that’s my undoing. Reassured, I slowly relax my shoulders.
Then pull out until I’m balanced again at the opening of her slit.
Then I push in, and this time, I easily slide all the way in.
I brush up against her G-spot, and she shudders.
Her eyes roll back in her head. I hold myself there, enjoying the way her features tighten with pleasure.
"Does it feel good?" I want to hear her say it.
"It’s good," she pants. "Sooo good."
I pull out and thrust back in, once again, hitting her sweet spot. This time, she thrashes under me, holding onto me, yet also trying to push me away. "Oh God, it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced."
Tension slides from my body. I’ve never had performance anxiety, but this is a lot worse.
The weight of making sure this woman enjoys the first time she’s having sex.
There couldn’t have been anyone better than me for the role.
Not only do I care for her, but also, I’m her husband.
I pause. I do care for her. It crept up on me and now, I can’t hide from it.
Not when I’m buried deep inside her and watching her writhe under me.
It gives me pleasure like nothing I’ve ever felt to realize she really is enjoying this.
I tilt my hips, changing the angle, so the next time I thrust into her, I’m not just filling her. I’m grinding my pelvis against her, the hard ridge of my body punishing her with every slick slide.
The sound she makes is like a shot of adrenaline to my veins.
"Fuck, Harper, I can’t stop now." I double my speed, pressing into her with enough force that her entire body trembles. She whimpers and arches her back, and when I slide my hand between us to flick her clit, she cries out. The climax sweeps through her.
I continue fucking her as she falls apart. Her body shivers; her thighs tremble. Cum bathes my cock.
The friction against her inner walls ignites the ball of desire at the base of my spine. The desire that zips out through my veins carries me over the edge. With a low roar, I come inside her.
I press my forehead to hers, enjoying how her heart beats sync with mine. How her body connects with mine. I press a kiss to her closed eyelids, then to her lips. "You, okay?"
"Hmm." She yawns.
"Am I putting you to sleep?" I chuckle.
She flutters her eyes open. "Only because I’m so satisfied." She cups my cheek. "I always thought the first time was not supposed to be good." She furrows her forehead. "If I’d known it would be that mind-blowing, I’d have lost my virginity a while ago."
My jaw drops. Possessiveness squeezes my chest. My belly churns with the thought of her being with someone else. That’s when I notice the gleam in her eyes. "Oh, you little brat. You’re teasing me?"
She giggles, then begins to laugh. "You should have seen your face. You looked so pissed off."
The back of my neck heats. "It wasn’t funny."
"It was…a little." She runs her fingers across my lips. I bite down on her forefinger. She shudders. And when I lick between her fingers, a little whimper falls from her mouth.
My cock twitches. I’m still inside her, so she senses it. Her eyes flick to mine and hold.
"See what you do to me?" I kiss her hard. "I can’t get enough of you. But you need to rest." I pull out of her. A little puff of breath leaves her lips.
"Okay?" I push up on my elbows and survey her face.
"I’m good. More than good." Her lips curve.
Satisfied by her answer and the look on her face, I push off the bed. I begin to peel off the condom then freeze when I see the drops of blood on it. "Fuck."
"Oh."
I look up to find she, too, is staring at the condom. "I didn’t feel any pain, honestly."
The band around my chest tightens. Seeing her blood makes my stomach bottom out.
"Was I too rough?" I swallow.
"A little. But I loved it."
"Hmm."
"No, really. I did. You were…amazing." There’s enough conviction in her voice that I relax again.
When she begins to roll off the bed, I point a finger at her. "Stay there."