Page 64 of Tear Me to Pieces
I know Myra’s not a virgin, but based on her reaction to my dick, I’m fairly confident this first time might not be all I want it to be for her. That she might not come.
I’m still going to do my damnedest to try to make it happen anyway.
Releasing one leg, I lean to the side, yanking open her nightstand to retrieve the vibrator she hasn’t touched since I’ve been here. I press the tiny button inlaid on the smooth surface, crossing my fingers it hasn’t lost its charge. A low hum fills the bedroom and a triumphant smile works onto my lips.
I glance down to find Myra staring up at me, eyes wide. For the first time she looks uncertain, and I don’t like it.
“What’s wrong, Sweetheart? Talk to me.” I smooth a hand up and down her thigh as my dick throbs with need, aching to be inside her.
Myra’s gaze follows the pale purple toy. “What’s that for?”
“It’s to help make sure you enjoy this as much as I do.” I move the vibrating device down her thigh, teasing it across her pubic bone. “Sometimes we all need a little help from our friends.”
Myra blinks at me for a second.
Then she starts laughing, the sound light and easy and fucking music to my ears. This is what I’ve always wanted. Someone who can roll with whatever life throws at us. Someone who can handle anything we have to face. Someone I can talk to. Care for. Laugh with.
And while Myra might have a more serious temperament, she doesn’t take things seriously. She’s easily handled her whole life being turned upside down yet again. From me showing up, to Butch and Becca knocking on her back door, Myra has remained pretty much unfazed.
And now, instead of being uncomfortable or awkward, our first time together is turning out to be just as easy as the rest of our time together.
“You’re laughing now.” I nudge her entrance a little with the head of my dick. “But you’re going to be thanking me really soon.” Shifting the tip of her vibrator to rest right beside her clit, I press a little deeper. “You might even be calling me a genius.”
Myra’s laughter dies, but a hint of a smile remains on her face, slipping away as I continue working my way into her body. Her eyes roll closed, a much different sort of expression tighteningher pretty features. “Fair warning, Mr. Genius. If you’re not careful with that thing, I’ll finish before you’re even all the way inside me.”
I’m not sure how that’s a warning. “Good. Then we can start working our way up to the second one while I fuck you.”
Myra sucks in a breath at my words, her eyes flying open as I sink in a little deeper.
I look down between our bodies, watching as I slowly inch my way in, being as careful as I can. When I’m finally fully seated, I pause, giving her time to acclimate. “Okay?”
Myra gives me a jerky nod. “It’s not as bad as I expected.”
I chuckle. “I’m gonna tell you, it hurts my pride a little that you expected it to be bad.” I slowly pull back before pushing my way in again, watching for any sign of discomfort or distress.
“You know that’s not what I meant.” Myra’s brows pinch together as one hand comes between us. I think she’s going to tell me to stop, but instead she grabs the vibrator and yanks it away from her body, tossing it off to one side before hooking a leg at my back. “Why are you so far away?”
My choice of positioning was twofold. First, it gave me better control over my movements. Second, it gave me a little distance. Room to breathe so I wouldn’t be as likely to end up cutting our experience short.
But—as with so many other things—I can’t tell her no. Wouldn’t even if I could.
I let her drag me down, bracing my arms against the mattress so I don’t crush her with my weight.
Myra smiles up at me. “That’s better.” She runs both hands up my chest, curving them around my neck. “You’ve been so far away for so long and I thought it was for the best. Now that I know I was wrong, I want you close to me all the time.”
I tease my nose against hers. “We’re about as close as we can get.”
“That’s true.” Myra’s fingers trace along my ears. Over my jaw. Across my lips. Her touch is slow and reverent. Like she’s trying to commit every second of this to memory the same way I am. “But you’re holding awfully still for a guy who just said he was going to fuck me.”
Now it’s my turn to laugh. “Brat.” I rock my hips against her, thinking the friction against her clit will help redirect Myra’s focus.
But the sound she makes ends up redirecting mine. Straight to my dick. A dick that is currently buried to the hilt in the woman I’ve wanted for a year. The woman I’ve left town to escape more times than I can count.
The woman who might soon be carrying my baby.
“My.” I drop my forehead to hers, rocking into her in slow, steady thrusts. “We need to talk about the rest of our deal.”
Myra sucks in a sharp breath as I grind my pelvis against her clit. “Now? We’re pretty busy.”
