Page 39 of Jaime
He let out a shaky breath, releasing me.
I cried out in disappointment, reaching for him but he braced himself over me, taking a moment to press a kiss to my lips when our eyes met.
“Just a second, love,” he whispered, reaching into his bedside table.
He came back with lube and a condom. He sat back, rolled it on, then poured the liquid straight onto his hard length.
He shifted, positioning himself, and nerves had me suddenly clenching on air to keep him out. I couldn’t take that. Two fingers had felt like enough. That amount of stretch and stimulation had felt good. Something told me his massive cock would hurt like hell.
Ethan seemed to see it all happen. He smiled, gaze fixed on my hole and ran his fingers over it again, teasing me until I started to relax again. When I did, he pressed them inside, letting me feel the delicious rhythm all over again as he bent over me, kissing my stomach, then my ribs. He settled on my nipples, biting them while he pleasured me.
Without realizing it, I’d let go of the bed and was now clinging to his shoulders. He felt so firm and stable. My knees clamped around his hips, keeping him there.
Groaning, Ethan pulled his hand free, sliding up so that we were chest to chest.
He kissed me deeply and I returned it, falling into the feeling of him over me, his body slick with sweat, my cock finally getting some relief from being pressed to his abdomen.
“It’ll feel even better than my fingers,” he promised, biting gently into my bottom lip as his tip pressed to my entrance.
Before I could decide if I believed him, my loosened hole took his tip.
I gasped, nails digging into his back, my entire body stiffening at the sudden breach. I seemed to have no control over the way my hole clenched around him in a death grip.
He inhaled sharply, remaining very still.
“Breathe, baby,” he reminded me and pressed kisses all over my face, distracting me when he got to my lips again and started to kiss me.
The moment I started to loosen, he pushed forward, sliding in deeper. I clenched instinctively again, my body trying to stop him but he went as deep as he needed to, rearranging my insides before stilling.
“Fuck,” I gasped, “I thought you said this was supposed to feel good.”
Regret filled his gaze. I instantly wished I could take the words back, but I was uncomfortable, stretched too wide and it stung and felt like I was being impaled at the same time. I didn’t think I could move. I definitely didn’t think he would be able to fuck me, but he seemed determined to keep going, slowly canting his hips back, then pressing them in deep again.
I breathed, clutching his shoulders, staring into his eyes and watching the pleasure intensify in them and that was enough to change everything.
I tipped my chin, catching his lips with mine, letting them brush together sensually. His eyes fluttered and suddenly, it didn’t feel so bad anymore.
With the next thrust, it felt kind of okay. I could clearly enjoy anal stuff. Everything he’d done to me so far was enough to make me pop. I wanted to like this just as much. Anything that made Ethan’s eyes lose focus and roll like that had to be good.
Taking a steadying breath, I braced my feet on the bed and moved my hips around, trying to find a good angle.
Ethan bit his lip, stilling while I did.
“You want a better angle?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
Swallowing, he pushed up, forcing me to release him as he sat back, cock still buried deep in my ass.
The angle instantly stretched me out more. It made him feel even thicker. Everything was more intense.
I gasped, hands gripping the blanket as sharp tendrils of pleasure shot through me, just like when he fingered me.
“Better?” He asked, stroking my inner thighs.
I nodded eagerly.
“Yeah, like that.”
