He muffled my choked whimper with his kiss, and more tears spilled down my cheeks.
Ash didn’t keep thrusting, even gently. Planted fully inside me, he froze with his forehead pressed to mine and his eyes closed. Our heavy breaths were the only sound in the otherwise silent room.
After a minute, something started to change. The ache was still there. The burn of being stretched so completely. But something else began to mix with it. A lining of pleasure to soften the jagged edges of pain.
Tentatively, I lifted my pelvis.
Ash’s grip tightened. “Gimme a second, baby. I’m barely holding on, and I don’t want to hurt you.”
The lining of pleasure grew a little thicker as a restless energy tingled through my body like I had energy drink flowing through my veins. “If you don’t start moving, it’s going to hurt worse.” That time when I undulated, it wasn’t tentative. “For you.”
Placing both palms to the mattress on either side of my head, Ash lifted to stare down at me as he slid out so only the tip remained. My pussy spasmed around him, though I didn’t know whether it was trying to push him out or pull him deeper in.
I wrapped my legs around his and tried to get him back. I needed him back. I knew I’d regret it later. That the discomfort would be bad.
But I didn’t care.
I didn’t want to go slow enough for my self-doubt to push in. For me to overthink my inexperience and panic at whether I was messing up. I finally had Ash, and I wanted him to fuck me with the same desperation I felt.
He read my mind—or maybe just my body—and plunged in.
Fast.
Hard enough to shift me up the bed.
I cried out, but that only spurred him on.
Setting a brutal pace, Ash fucked me. I didn’t have to wonder if I was doing the right thing because there was nothing I could do besides take what he gave. How he gave it.
And the way he watched me, his eyes blazing, said that was the exact right thing to do.
The orgasm he’d given me on the table had been the best in my life. The pleasure he’d stoked with his hands and mouth to prepare me might’ve been even better if he’d allowed them to happen.
But none of it compared to what was building right then. His cock and the sheer desire in his eyes worked together to drive my need higher.
Higher.
So high, I didn’t think I’d survive the fall.
But Ash wasn’t done.
Going up on his knees, the angle he hit changed, and my lids drifted close. My head dropped back as my neck arched.
I won’t survive this.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” Ash praised roughly. Fisting my hair, he forced me to lift my head to look down at our connection. To watch as his thick cock stretched me. As he pulled inch after inch out, just to slam back in and fill me again. “Look how well you take me.”
I won’t survive without this.
I didn’t just fall.
I plummeted.
Each nerve ending in my body seemed to have developed their own nerve endings, and all of them were lit up in the bliss that tore through me.
“Fuck,” Ash grunted, his already brutal pace increasing until he lost any semblance of a rhythm. It was just raw power and base instinct as he fucked me through my orgasm and his own.
It was enough to send me over another cliff I hadn’t even seen coming.