Page 52 of Festive Faking
Tangling one hand in her hair, I let the other dip between her thighs. When I found her soaking wet, my groan mixed with her moan as she rocked her hips, searching for more.
“Mac!” My name was said on a throaty cry when I sank two fingers inside her.
She was so fucking tight, hugging the digits in a vise grip that had my cock weeping, imagining taking their place.
Aspen shifted on her knees, spreading her legs wider. My thumb strummed her swollen clit as I slowly worked her over with my hand. Nice and easy, I kept my thrusts gentle, spreading my fingers to stretch her out the best I could without hurting her.
Fingernails dug into the flesh of my shoulder, no doubt leaving marks I would wear as a badge of honor in the morning—a souvenir of the night we shared, a hopeful sign for the future.
The first spasms of her pussy warned me she was close. I wanted her right on the edge when I sank my dick inside, hoping to throw her over as quickly as possible to distract her from any potential discomfort. I had no idea what to expect since I’d never been with a virgin before, but I knew it would kill me to hurt her.
“Lie down,” I rasped.
Aspen fell back onto the mattress, her eyes wide but without a trace of fear. I crawled over her, my hips falling naturally into the cradle of hers. When my cock nudged her entrance, she flinched, and I forced myself to take a steadying breath.
Resting on my forearms, hovering above her, I kissed her deeply, pouring all the promises of how careful I would be with her into it. As I pulled back, I looked her straight in the eye and confessed, “What we are about to do is a claiming. But I need you to understand that it’s not one-sided. It’ll make you mine, but at the same time, I’ll be yours. Understand?”
She gave the slightest nod, and I pushed in that first inch.
A whimper flew past her lips, so I held steady, stroking her cheek. “Relax for me, honey. You can do it.”
Aspen swallowed before inhaling a deep breath and blowing it out slowly.
“That’s my girl,” I praised. “Want me to keep going?”
Her hum was accompanied by a lifting of her hips, allowing me to sink in a touch more.
“Fuck,” I hissed. The head of my cock was barely inside, but with how snug the fit was, my balls were already tightening in warning. I wasn’t going to last at this rate.
I could see the panic in her eyes at my reaction. “Did I—”
“You’re fucking perfect,” I gritted out, cutting her off. “Too perfect. You feel so good, Aspen.”
“Oh.” Her mouth formed a perfect little circle when she realized my reaction had been born from pleasure versus pain.
Rocking my hips gently, I eased my way further inside her tight virgin pussy.
When I met resistance, I reached between us, strumming fingers over her clit. Aspen writhed beneath me, and I was rewarded with a rush of arousal coating my dick, allowing me to slide all the way home.
A surprised gasp sounded when she realized we were fully joined.
I’d been watching her face the entire time, searching for any signs of discomfort. “You okay?”
Her hands ran down my back, coming to rest over my ass and holding it steady as she lifted her pelvis, almost as if she couldn’t quite believe our bodies were completely flush.
My strained chuckle couldn’t be contained. “Were you hoping I had more to give you, Freckles?”
That porcelain skin turned the prettiest shade of pink, and she peeked at me from beneath her lashes. “No, I just . . . I just always heard stories about how painful it was the first time.”
Taking that as a good sign, I asked, “How do you feel?”
Aspen ran the tip of her tongue over her bottom lip. “Good. Full, but it doesn’t hurt.”
Thank fucking God.
My dick throbbed, buried deep inside her. The urge to move, to create friction, grew overwhelming, so I pulled back a few inches and thrust forward.
The sweetest moan split the air, spurring me on. The next time, my hips withdrew all the way, and I pushed back inside, grinding against her on impact.
