Page 48 of Embers

“I know that.”

“But now I’m glad it’s going to be you.”

That gets his attention. He raises his head again. Meets my eyes. “Yeah?”

“Yes. I don’t know, it kind of…” I gulp, feeling more embarrassed about this admission than I’ve been begging him shamelessly to bring me to orgasm. “It kind of feels special. This does. And that makes me really glad it’s you.”

He makes a weird grunt. Ducks his head again. I can hear and feel him take a couple of shuddering breaths.

When he lifts his head again, he doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t need to. His expression tells me everything I need to know.

He straightens his arms and then moves more of his weight onto his knees, making more room for his body between my thighs. “Might hurt a little,” he tells me, his eyes moving between my face and my pussy. “Just tell me if it does. I can take it easy on you.”

“I think it will be okay. We’ve done a lot of hand stuff.”

“Yeah, but I’m bigger’n my fingers.”

That makes me laugh, but I can see how big he is. His penis is right there. Thick, prominent, fully erect.

I reach out to touch him, running my fingertips up and down the length of him lightly.

He hisses in response. Then he takes his cock in his hands and moves it into position, nudging against my entrance.

I gasp when I feel him there—in excitement more than anything else.

Cal checks my face quickly before he eases himself in about an inch.

He’s definitely thicker than his two fingers. He’s already stretching my inner walls. But it doesn’t hurt, and it isn’t unpleasant. I bend my knees higher and try to remember how to breathe.

He pulls out and pushes in again, this time going even deeper. “Is’t okay?” His body feels really tense.

“Yeah. Yeah, it’s good. You can go all the way. I think I’ll be okay.”

He eases out and then back in, penetrating me with more of his cock. He’s not all the way in, but he’s close.

I arch my neck and let my head fall back as my lips part in a silent exclamation.

“Does it hurt, baby?”

“No. No, it’s good.” It’s hard to get the words formed. It actually doesn’t hurt at all. It’s just so much. So intense. So tight and full and achy.

“You sure? Cause if I’m hurtin’ you even a little, then I’m gonna—”

“You’re not, Cal. I promise.” I take a couple of ragged breaths and reach up to stroke his beard. His face. “It’s good. It’s a lot, but I like it. Just give me a minute to get used to it.”

“Okay.” He bends at the elbows to lower his upper body and kisses me lightly. His tongue darts out to tease my lips, completely distracting me from what feels like a huge intrusion in my body.

He plays with my mouth for a minute until I’ve completely relaxed around his cock. It’s still really tight. He fills me all the way, but there’s nothing about it that’s bad.

Eventually I start rocking my hips up against him.

“You feelin’ good now?” he murmurs with one more kiss.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good. And I really want you to fuck me.”

He lifts his upper body and starts to roll his hips, moving his cock inside me in a tight, gentle motion. The friction triggers all kinds of nerve endings, and I make a silly raspy sound.

“That a good sound?” Perspiration glistens on his forehead, and his eyes have gotten darker somehow.

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