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When she stops gasping for breath, I move back up her body and whisper into her ear, “Do you want me to fuck you, Indie?”
She looks back at me, eyes wide, lips swollen, hair a mess. “Yes.”
My body goes into autopilot. I move off of her and grab a condom out of my nightstand. She sits up on her elbows and watches me roll the slick rubber on. Her body is squirming and needy with the aftershocks of her orgasm. When I finish, I look at her face and expect to see fear, anxiety, or nervousness.
But I don’t see any of those things.
She looks ready.
I move back between her legs, resting on my knees and stroking her thighs in comfort. I notice a small twinge in my knee when I bend it that much, so I shift into a better position. I’m not sure this is the kind of rehab my physical therapist had in mind for me, but I did ask about intercourse and he indicated it was a grey area.
I took that as a resounding go ahead.
Indie’s eyes are on me as I slide my fingers into her one more time to check and see that she’s ready. I position myself between her, rubbing my crown along her to wet the tip and make my entry as smooth as possible.
“Indie,” I say and her eyes tear away from the action and land on my face. She puzzles at the serious look I’m giving her. “There’s a fine, fine line between the moment it hurts and the moment it feels fucking brilliant.”
“Okay,” she says breathlessly.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask, giving her one more chance to stop.
“Yes, Camden.”
I cup her face in my hand. “Stay with me, Specs, and I’ll get you there.”
I nudge in a couple of inches and her eyes fly wide. So wide that I slam my lips to hers and kiss her as hard as I can—anything to distract her from the ache she has to be feeling because, if it’s this tight around me, it has to be even tighter for her.
Her thighs squeeze around my ribs like a vise. Her hands flit nervously around my face, arms, and shoulders like she doesn’t know what to do. I thread our fingers and press them into the mattress by her head. When I pull back to look into her eyes, she gives me a small nod, silently telling me she’s okay. My gaze remains on her face as I push the rest of the way into her. Her wide eyes water and it makes me want to stop. It makes me want to pull out and apologise and kiss away the pain, but she keeps nodding and chewing her lip.
I still inside of her as she breathes heavily. “Are you all right?”
“I think so,” she replies, squeezing my hands so tightly that I have no choice but to close my eyes from the onslaught of her grip.
“This is that moment, that fine line. It’ll start to get better,” I promise.
“Okay.” Her voice is gravelly, so I kiss her again, comforting her with my lips, moving down her jaw and neck and on to the swells of her breasts. I suck each nipple and give her a little more time to adjust to me being inside of her.
When I move back up to her mouth, I thrust my tongue between her lips and match the movement inside of her. She’s so snug, it’s overwhelming. And painful. But it’s also so great.
It’s like the reason you groan after taking a bite of a delicious dessert. Your taste buds can’t handle so much goodness without some outward reaction.
Her hands finally relax in mine so I let them go. They instantly begin roaming over my body more purposefully than before. She drags her nails down my back. I thrust myself in and out, her body swaying with mine as she welcomes me more with every thrust.
I need this experience to be better than great for her. It has to be perfect.
I continue to pump into her, more deliberately this time, watching every inch of me disappear inside of her over and over again. Every time I hit the deepest point, her cries grow louder and louder. She grabs my arse, cupping me against her, so I pull her hips up to meet my thrusts more deeply.
When I decide to reach down between our bodies and touch her clit with my fingers, she begins moaning.
Like, really moaning.
I sync my hand to slide on her nub with each plunge. Within seconds, I can feel her tighten around me.
“Camden!” She screams my name, her orgasm surprising us both. Her eyes find mine and they’re wide and wild, terrified and grateful. It’s an intense look—one that pierces right through me and breaks something deep inside of me.
Unable to withstand another minute of her expression, I crash my lips to hers, swirling a silent reassurance that she’s not alone. I’m right here with her and, even though this isn’t my first time, it’s still important. I still feel what’s happening.
And then…and then…when she clutches me to her…trembling and thanking me for giving this to her…
