Page 75 of The Grizzly Situation
“Yessssss,” Uly hissed as he arched his back, bringing his pucker closer to eye level from this angle.
I knew he was lost in an erotic fog. My mate was a sexy as fuck man.
And I wanted to have him.
ULY
Oh,holy fuck. I knew sex was probably good, but I never expected the feelings that coursed through my body at Brent’s touch. His mouth was sinful, sucking on each ball, then licking across them. When he pulled off to lave the other, the cool air wafting over it was a new kind of stimulation. I want to say that if I had known this, I would have been sexually active years ago, but for me being here, now, with Brent made the wait worth it.
Then a wet finger ghosted over my pucker, and I had to bite back a moan. It was soft, gentle, and I knew it was going to lead to something amazing. Only… it didn’t. He kept rubbing over the hole, never going beyond the surface.
“Brent? Baby? You’re killing me here.”
A throaty chuckle gave me a shiver. I liked it. “Are you saying you want my finger inside you?”
“Are you saying you want me to smack you?”
“I wasn’t kidding when I told you this might hurt. Everything I read said it was likely. I mean, I’m pretty big, and your first time can be painful. At least initially.”
And considering how he was making me feel, I was willing to take that chance.
“Please,” I begged. “Don’t make me beat you.”
And then he pressed his fist inside me. Okay, it was just a finger, but goddamn, it felt huge. I tensed, and he stopped.
“Uly? Talk to me.”
“That’s a big freaking finger,” I whimpered, because I hated pain. Give me a sliver, and I’d need a cast and six weeks to recover.
“I did warn you,” he said. “I can stop if you want me to.”
But I didn’t. I just needed…. “Can you be patient and let me get used to it? I’m sorry, but?—”
“Hush, you. We go at your pace.” He leaned in and licked at my hole, sending a shiver through me. “I want you so much, but nowhere near enough to hurt you. Not ever.”
As we lay there, Brent probed my hole gently. He’d push in, then withdraw, spreading the lube over the skin so that each time he could go a little deeper without the pain. In fact, it was starting to feel really good.
“Maybe a little more?” I asked, feeling brave.
Then he slid the second finger in. Holy merry Christmas, it wasn’taspainful, but still. And people enjoyed this? I couldn’t see how.
“Uly, talk to me. Are you okay?”
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to blot out the pain. “Mhm.”
Then there was warmth against my lips as Brent kissed me, deep and sweet.
“You don’t need to be brave, baby. I love you for who you are.”
Baby? Love? I opened my eyes to see him smiling softly at me. “You… love me?”
He stroked his other hand over my face. “More than words can express. Your smile? It makes me weak in the knees. Seeing you with the boys? Fills my heart to bursting. Do I want to be inside of you? Yes. Seriously, only an idiot would say no. Will I stop loving you if we can’t? Not ever. If it’s not something we’re able to do today, then maybe tomorrow. Then again, maybe never. The world isn’t set in stone, and I’m going to love you through all of our days together.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck and tucked my head into his shoulder. Feeling safe, secure, loved.
“If you want, we can try it the other way,” he said.
If I’m honest, I had never once in my life considered being on top of another person. It wasn’t something I could see myself doing or had any interest in. Plus, when Benjy had brought the lunch, he told me why Chaim is the leader in their relationship. I needed that from Brent too. His guidance, his protection, his being a stalwart champion. These were what I wanted from him, and the thought of him bending over for me, showing he could be in a more submissive role? That didn’t work at all.
