Page 90 of Bad at Love
Slowly pushes in.
The pressure is intense.
I breathe in deep through my nose, treating it like apanic attack, because if I hold my breath, if I don’t relax, if I get too tense, this is going to hurt like hell.
“You okay?” he whispers and when I meet his eyes, they’re wet with awe.
I nod. “Keep going.”
His nostrils flare as he pushes in further and I will my body to expand, to take him all in. I bite my lip in pain, expecting it to get worse before it gets better. But with myself being so wet and the slow, laborious way he’s working his way in, I accept the pain. It starts to dissolve into pleasure.
“Jesus,” he whispers hoarsely. “You’re so tight.”
“I know.” I try and smile.
I also thought this would be weird, the prolonged eye contact, the intimacy. But it’s not at all. It’s as easy and natural as breathing.
Then he’s all the way in and I’ve never felt so full in my life, like he’s filling all my empty, hollow places with starshine and fire. It’s just so fuckinggood.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Your cunt feels better than it tastes.”
“You have a dirty mouth,” I manage to say.
“You have no idea,” he says roughly, his lips capturing mine in a deliriously slow kiss that matches the deliriously slow way he’s thrusting into me.
Everything feels like bliss, the pain now melting into something that makes me wild and thrilled. I dig my hands into his back, my nails leaving marks and our kiss gets messier, teeth, lips, tongue, mouths completely missing each other.
I’m starving for him, starving for years, going mad.
I had no idea it could be like this.
But I have a feeling it’s not like this for everyone.
It’s like this because it’s me and it’s Laz.
His pace begins to quicken.
Hips start slamming into me.
His ass bunches and flexes under my grip.
His cock slides in and out of me with ease.
But it’s not effortless.
Laz isworkingas he thrusts inside of me, sweat dripping off his brow from his own exertion, grunting hoarsely with every deep shove. The headboard slams against the wall. The bed moves. Everything shakes. There must be an energy being created from the two of us together, like sunspots and solar flares. I’m surprised the power isn’t flickering.
And then his hand slips between my legs and he slows just enough to expertly slide his fingers over my clit.
Oh.
Oh.
I had no idea I was this close to coming until he gave me a helping hand and…
Fuck…
“Laz,” I moan but it sounds more like a whimper, like he needs to put me out of this sweet sweet misery.
