Page 66 of Devotion

I arch my back as he pumps his fingers a few more times. I’m so turned on I can feel another orgasm beginning.

“Okay,” Gabriel murmurs, soothing but also rather breathless. “Part your legs farther for me.”

I do as he says, my breath hitching as he lines up his erection at my entrance, nudging just slightly.

“It’s going to feel like a lot at first,” he tells me. “If it really hurts, be sure to tell me. But I don’t think it will. I think you’re going to take me really well.”

I whimper since his words fill me with pleasure more than anxiety. Then he’s pushing his cock into my pussy, and it’s tight. Full. So much.

I make a helpless sound, and Gabriel pauses mid-penetration.

“It doesn’t hurt,” I tell him. He must be genuinely concerned about me to hold himself back that way. He’s so aroused that he’s almost shaking with it. “It’s just really tight. Am I small, or are you really big?”

He huffs a few times with choked amusement. “Let’s say the latter, although I think we’re both fairly standard size. Are you ready for more?”

The distraction has helped relax me. I nod and hold on to his shoulders as he eases out and back in, sinking farther into me. This time I don’t make any sounds when the tightness inside me sharpens. It feels like he’s really in there now. Deep.

“How is it, baby?” The muscles in his arms are taut as they hold his upper body above me. “There’s still a little left to go. Can you take any more, or do you want me to stop here?”

“I can take more.”

“Good… girl,” he rasps as he pushes his cock farther inside me.

I lift my back instinctively, clutching at his shoulders as I adjust to the sensations. I know I should relax. That it would make it easier. But everything inside me—and my wet pussy—is gripping him just as tightly as my hands.

“Fuck!” He jerks his head to the side and breathes raggedly. “Fuck, baby, can you try to soften up a little? You’ve got me so tight I’m going to last about ten seconds like this. Take a few deep breaths.”

I do as he says, surprised when it actually helps. I’m able to relax my inner muscles and that deep neediness that always insists on clinging to him with everything inside me.

“There you go,” he murmurs in a less desperate tone. “That’s really good. Fuck, you feel so good.”

“Gabriel.” His name comes out as a stretched whine.

“Yes.” He’s holding his upper body on straightened arms, so tense he’s still shaking very slightly. He smells strongly of his familiar, carnal scent even though I know he took a shower not long ago, and his eyes are fixed on my face.

“Gabriel.” I try rolling my hips experimentally, gasping when the small friction triggers a multitude of nerve endings. I know his cock isn’t unnaturally enormous, but it feels that way inside me like that. Far bigger than he feels in my mouth.

His hips respond to my motion with a series of small, helpless jerks. “Yes. Yes. You’re killing me here.”

“I’m trying not to. It’s just… so much.”

“Do you want me to pull out?”

I can tell from his shift in expression that he will if I ask him to. “No. Not yet. I just need a minute.”

“Okay.” He closes his eyes and breathes as slow and deep as I am. “But you have to tell me if it’s too much, too soon.”

“I… I don’t think it is.”

He holds himself very still except for his arms, which are still rippling with suppressed trembles.

I stare up at his face. Breathe in the fragrance of him. Relax around the hard substance of him inside me as my heart softens.

He’s Gabriel. He’s who he’s always been. Brilliant and guarded and careful and hardworking and generous and considerate and protective. Andneedy.

Just as needy as me.

He’s not in control of this any more than I am, and he’s trying so hard not to hurt me. Even if it means he can’t take everything he wants when he wants it.

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