Page 83 of Stick With Me
“Yes.”
“Let me get you ready.”
“I’m ready. I want to come with you inside me,” she insists, her words undo me.
I pull her panties to the side, searching for bare skin. “Are you sure you don’t want to go to the bed? With it being our first time and all. I want it to be perfect for you,” I manage, my voice thick.
A soft laugh escapes her. “This is perfect. I promise.” She reaches down, her hand wrapping around me, positioning me where she wants me. The contact makes me hiss through my teeth.
I take over, running the head of my cock over her clit until she’s writhing against me, her nails digging into my shoulders. I’m about to push in when a thought cuts through the haze of lust. “Shit. Condom.”
“Do we need one? You’ve had your physical. I got checked after him and haven’t been with anyone else.”
Thank fuck she didn’t say his name. I couldn’t bear the thought of his presence intruding on this moment any further. “Birth control?” Even as I ask, I know it doesn’t matter to me. I want this woman in my arms to be my wife. I want a family with her. Is now the ideal time? Probably not, but I wouldn’t be opposed either.Slow your roll.
She nods. “IUD.”
I crush my mouth to hers but push into her slowly, inch by inch. It takes every ounce of my self-control not to thrust in hard and fast. When I’m fully seated inside her, I grind my jaw, willing myself to last longer than sixty seconds.Make her come first, repeats in my head like a prayer.
“Ryan, please move.”
“You’re so fucking tight, baby. I’m trying to stay in control,” I grit out.
“I don’t want you in control.”
I shift my hips, keeping my thrusts shallow and grinding against her as our hips meet. Her body tightens and trembles as her breathing grows ragged.
“You feel so good,” I groan. “Your pussy is gripping me. You’re close, aren’t you, baby?”
She moans, her lips brushing mine as she nods.
“You’re it for me, you know that, right?” I can’t help but speak the words that have been in my head for as long as I can remember.
The worry that this moment might not be romantic enough, that it might not be perfect enough, fades from the back of my mind. It’sus. Of course, it’s right. It could never be wrong.
“You’re it for me, too,” she mumbles, lost in sensation and looking as blissed out as I feel.
Her body grips me tightly as she cries out. The feel of her pulsing around me sends me over the edge with her.
My forehead presses against hers as I breathe heavily, trying to keep us upright despite my shaky legs. I kiss her softly, over and over, not wanting the moment to end.
Too soon, she wiggles, signaling for me to put her down. Reluctantly, I pull out and set her gently on her feet. I tug her shirt back into place, then wrap my arms around her and hold her close. She nestles into my chest as I press tender kisses along the side of her head.
“Can we go upstairs now?”
She laughs into my chest. “Yeah, let’s go.”
“Should we talk about the elephant in the room?” I ask, turning toward Hannah in bed.
“I know you’re big… but elephant may be an overstatement.” She’s barely able to contain her giggle.
“Oh no, you didn’t.” I tickle her naked skin until we’re both breathless.
“Okay, okay, okay, I forfeit. I take it back. Please, please,” she chants, continuing to squirm.
“I prefer when you’re begging me to make you come.”
I lower myself until I can rest my head on her belly, her skin smelling like a mixture of us both.
