Page 32 of The One
I could feel her pulsing.
Narrowing.
Almost … straining.
“I’m not going to move until you’re ready. You tell me when.”
“I think I can feel you in the back of my mouth.”
I wanted to chuckle, but I wouldn’t.
Not when she was feeling like this.
Her chin tilted backward, exposing her throat, hiding most of her face from me. But what that did was arch her back and spread her legs, her tits sticking out, her body fully displayed.
A sight that was fire.
My thumb had died out while I was gawking at her and was resting on her clit. I started back up, gently brushing across it, and that seemed to cause her to stir.
She looked at me, and I swore there was hunger in her eyes.
It took some time, but her muscles began to relax, and her breathing returned to somewhat normal.
“I’m going to move a little and see if you can handle it.” I pushed down harder on her clit. “Okay?”
“Yes.”
I went as tenderly as I could, rearing back toward my tip. She was still so wet, so tight, and that didn’t change when I worked my way in.
“I wish you were feeling as good as I am right now.” I stretched my hand over her side. “I wish you were fucking screaming for more.” I traced my fingers over her hip. “It’s going to get better. Trust me.”
A pattern developed. It was no sprint; it was more like a crawl, but I kept up the movement, waiting for her body to stretch enough that the hurt would fade, the burning would lighten, and a hint of pleasure would come through.
I saw it even more when I wet my thumb and ground it against her clit. If my girl had any chance of getting off, this would do it.
Instead of giving her a full thrust, causing more friction than she needed, I went back only half the length, keeping my pumps short, but my finger adding more pressure.
“I don’t know how”—she sucked in an inhale—“but this isn’t as bad as it was. And this”—she reached for my wrist again—“feels really good.”
“You’re going to come.”
“I … don’t know.”
“I’m telling you, you’re going to come.”
I wouldn’t drag this out forever. I didn’t want to scar her. I wanted her to eventually love this as much as me.
I replaced my thumb with the pads of two fingers, and within a few rotations, she was moving. It wasn’t a full swing, but it was enough to show me that something was happening. That she was getting there. That it was strengthening, especially when her teeth went to her lip and the softest moan came out.
“I’ve been fucking dying to hear that sound.” I flicked her nipple, carefully tugging it, and that earned me another moan.
“Rhett … oh my God.”
“I was right. You are going to come.”
The fact that, through all the pain, I’d gotten her body to this place was all it took for my body to get there too.
There was a swish in my balls, a tightening from a place deep within, a tingling that gradually lifted to the surface.
