Page 155 of The Fae Girl 1

I dropped my gaze, staring at his chest, tracing his skin the way he’d touched mine. He was peppered with scars but that’s not where my attention was. I ran a finger down his muscles, feeling with my own hands how strong he really was. As my eyes lowered I noticed the strain in his trousers. He was hard. It looked like at any moment the fabric might give.

He looked at where I was staring and let out a low breath. But my hands were already reaching for the clasp, afraid that he might push back now. Might turn me away at the last minute and deny me.

My fingers fumbled. Maybe it was my nerves. Maybe it was something else but I was relieved when he took over.

As he pulled his trousers off I stared at his dick. He looked so big, not that I had anything to compare it to, but how the hell would that even fit?

His mouth found mine. His tongue delved into mine and as I wrapped my arms around his neck he pushed into me.

I let out a whimper.

I know he was being as gentle as he could, that he wasn’t even fully in me, and yet I could feel him tearing me anyway.

He waited, watching my face, then slowly, he slide further into me. I screwed my face up and he wrapped his arms around me, holding me to him.

“I’m sorry.” He murmured.

“For what?” I asked.

“It always hurts to begin with.”

I nodded. It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t even like I didn’t know it. I wasn’t completely naïve. I knew enough about sex to at least know that much.

“Spread your legs for me.” He said.

“Why?”

“I’m going to make it feel good.”

I did it. I spread them as wide as they’d go. His thumb found that sweet spot again and as he kept himself buried inside me he began to tease me once more.

I moaned. I writhed without even meaning to. He kissed me again and then began to slowly slide himself in and out.

“Oh fuck.” I gasped. The soreness was still there, but I could feel it now, the pleasure too.

I started to rock my hips, to meet every thrust he made.

He kissed my neck, kissed my throat, and I ran my fingers down his back savouring the feel of him.

As he picked up pace I could feel it, that same coiling. I wrapped my legs around his waist, not wanting him to stop, not wanting to lose it and as he drove himself into me I threw my head back and once more let my orgasm take me.

He growled as I did it. I could feel my insides gripping him. I could feel his body responding. Something cataclysmic seemed to echo around us as we both reached our climax.

And then we slumped in each other’s arms as our sweat covered us.

She lay in my arms. Completely naked. And not for a minute trying to hide herself, hide her body.

I stared at her, half in disbelief. She was more beautiful than I’d imagined. More perfect too.

I swept the stray strands from her face and she smiled almost shyly.

“We should sleep.” I said.

“Have I tired you out?” She teased.

I laughed. “Not even close.”

She bit her lip rolling to tuck herself further into me. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling the covers over to make sure she was warm.

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