Page 82 of Found by the Pack
The sound that rips out of me is almost feral. Her lips are warm, soft, uncertain as they move along me. My hand finds her hair automatically, not to push or control but to anchor myself, to remind me this is real. She’s real.
She gags a little, pulling back with watery eyes. “You’re… big,” she whispers, wiping at her cheeks with the back of her hand. There’s embarrassment in her voice, but also something else—curiosity, wonder.
I grit my teeth, trying not to explode just from that. “Christ, Sadie, you’re killing me.” I flop back against the pillows, dragging a hand over my face. “I just… I need a second to breathe, okay?”
She laughs softly, nervous and sweet, and curls up beside me. I pull her into my arms, kissing her forehead.
“We don’t have to do anything else tonight,” I murmur against her skin. “I’m just happy you’re here. In my bed.”
Her fingers trace my chest, slow and thoughtful. “But I want this,” she says, voice small but steady. “I want you.”
I kiss her cheeks, her temple, down the line of her neck. Every wordless vow I can’t say out loud, I press into her skin. She tilts her head back, letting me, trusting me.
“Boone…” she whispers, and there’s something different in her tone—hesitant, like she’s bracing herself. “I should tell you—I’m on some medications. They make it a little harder. I’ll need more… more time before I can take you.”
I freeze for a second, then cradle her face in both hands. “Thank you for telling me. We’ll go as slow as you need. No rush. Ever.”
Her lips curve into the faintest smile, and she relaxes, like she was waiting for me to say exactly that.
“How about I eat you out again?”
“Yes!” She gasps.
So I take my time. I kiss down her body again, tasting her, coaxing her legs apart. Her thighs tremble around me as I slide my tongue over her, gentle but relentless.
She gasps, clutching the sheets, her voice breaking on my name. “Boone—oh god?—”
I lap at her until she’s shaking, until her pleas turn into cries that crack with release. Watching her unravel is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
When she’s gasping, boneless beneath me, I reach for the lube I keep in the drawer, my hands shaking only a little as I slick my fingers.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” I whisper, pressing a kiss to her thigh.
She nods quickly, hair spilling around her flushed face.
I slide one finger inside her. She tenses, then exhales. “Okay,” she murmurs.
I move carefully, adding another when she loosens around me. Her body clenches, adjusting, and I keep murmuring soft encouragements, kissing her belly, her hip, anything I can reach.
“You’re doing so good, baby. So perfect.”
By the time I slide three fingers inside, she’s panting, rocking against my hand, her body learning me, opening for me. My cock aches, but I ignore it, focused only on the way her face crumples with pleasure.
“Boone,” she gasps, nails digging into my shoulders. “Please—I need you?—”
I can’t deny her. Not when she’s looking at me like that.
I shift over her, kissing her deeply, letting her taste herself on my tongue. My cock nudges against her entrance, slick and ready, and I force myself to pause.
“Last chance, Sadie. Are you sure?”
Her answer is a desperate, “Yes.” She pulls at me, urging me closer.
I press in slowly, inch by inch. Her eyes squeeze shut, her lips parting in a soft cry. My gut twists with the effort of holding back. She’s so tight around me, my whole body trembles.
“Breathe, baby,” I whisper against her ear. “I’ve got you.”
When I’m finally buried inside her, I have to stop, forehead pressed to her shoulder, lungs burning. She shifts under me, gasping.
