Page 232 of The One
“Tell you what,” I say, wiping a tear from my eye, “how about you let me set the pace?”
His smile fades, replaced by a frown. He opens his mouth to protest, but I cut him off.
“I know you like being in charge, and I love that.” I run my hands down his arms, enjoying his hard, corded muscles beneath my fingers. “But you’re too worried about hurting me to enjoy this. I’ve got us.”
His jaw flexes, his nostrils flaring as he considers my words. Then, finally, he exhales a long breath and nods.
“Okay,dolcezza. You take the lead.”
He doesn’t give me a chance to reply before his lips crash against mine, stealing my breath, melting away my nerves. It’s only when he shifts slightly that I remember the thick burning pressure between my thighs.
I press against his shoulders, urging him onto his back. His gaze stays locked on me as I straddle him, my chest rising and falling in sync with his. My fingers splay over his solid chest, the wild drum of his heart beneath my palms.
Teo watches as I reach between us, positioning the thick head of his cock at my entrance.
“It’s going to be too deep like this,” he warns, his voice husky.
I ignore him. Maybe I should listen. He has all the experience, after all, but I need to be in control, need to take him at my own pace.
I lower myself just an inch, and his tip pushes inside me once more. A sharp gasp escapes me, my thighs trembling. I sink a little farther, my tunnel stretching around him until I get to that resistance again.
Oh my God. This is it.
This feels so foreign. My pussy is stretched uncomfortably.
My heart races.
Fuck.
He’s going to fit. He has to. I’ve never heard of anyone being split in half, no matter how much it feels like that’s going to happen right now.
I can do this. I want this.
“Kiss me,dolcezza,” Mateo rasps, breaking through my pep talk. His voice is raw, his tone somewhere between restraint and desperation.
Of course, he’s noticed my hesitation. How could he not? His hawk-like gaze is locked onto me, reading every flicker of uncertainty in my eyes.
Before I can second-guess myself, he pulls me down into a kiss, stealing away my doubts. His lips are soft, coaxing, but beneath the sweetness, I taste urgency. Need.
Mateo cups my face in his large, warm hands, his thumbs stroking my skin in soothing circles.
“Look at me,” he murmurs, his forehead resting against mine. “Don’t take your eyes off me while you sink down onto your husband’s cock.”
I hadn’t even realized I’d closed them.
When I open them, his face is right there, so close that his breath tickles over my lips.
“You’re doing so good,” he murmurs. “I’m so impressed how you’re taking charge. You’re so brave.”
He kisses me again. I feel worshipped with every press of his lips. His tongue sweeps against mine, drawing me deeper, while his hands caress my body, stoking the fire between us until it burns up the last of my hesitation.
Slowly, so slowly, I let my weight sink against the resistance keeping him out.
I don’t force it, just let my body open, let myself adjust, let him in.
Teo’s mouth moves to my neck, his open lips pressing wet, heated kisses along my throat. Enveloped in his warmth, his scent, his touch, I finally relax. And the more I do, the further his cock slides inside me.
Until, after what seems like an eternity, he’s buried in me balls deep.
