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Her eyes water, spill over, and I know they're tears of love, of joy. "Riley, my love. My love."
"Ready?"
"Yes." Her answer is simple and sure.
It's all I need.
Chapter 19
CADENCE
Riley is a huge presence, all hard planes and harsh angles and soft skin and rippling muscle. Some part of me still cannot believe a man like him is mine. I've never been more glad to have an eidetic memory than in this moment—I'll be able to relive this forever.
His arm is a pillar beside my ear as he braces above me, and his hips are a hard wedge between my thighs. I grip him with my legs—to hide the way I tremble.
But then I let go. I let him see it. Feel it.
Let him feel the way my thighs shake at his presence.
"You're shaking," he whispers, concern filling his ice-blue eyes.
"Yes. But I am not afraid. I promise.”
I have never wanted anything the way I want this. Never been more ready than I am for this. Even so, I am nervous. Shaky with excitement, with anticipation. I do not know what to expect. If it will hurt. I have heard that it does, but I am not afraid of a little pain. Not when I know it will be temporary, and followed by…well, what I can only hope will be pleasure that makes it worthwhile.
He hesitates another moment, reading me. He must see the truth in my eyes—Iamready.
He reaches between us, grips his erection, guides himself to me. Despite it all, I feel a frisson of fear as his manhood nudges my sex—this is it. After this, I will no longer be a virgin. I will be a woman.Hiswoman. And I only lied a little—there is a tiny bit of fear at the prospect of pain when he enters me.
I am panting, I discover, short, sharp, shallow breaths. Riley is not breathing at all, however, his brow furrowed in concentration, in restraint. I feel his fingers at my sex, stroking my labia. His touch is gentle, soft, reassuring. And then he fits a finger to my clitoris, and I jump, gasping, at the sudden bolt of intense sensation, and the fear subsides as he begins touching me, oh-so-slowly, oh-so-gently, oh-so-softly. Circles, circles, and my hips tighten and my belly heats, and the dregs of fear are burned away in the heat of renewed arousal.
I gasp as pleasure fills me, swelling the ocean of heat behind my navel, the crushing balloon of pressure behind my sex. I feel my orgasm rising, and I close my eyes and go to meet it, fling myself headlong into ecstasy.
As I quake and shake and shudder through my climax, I feel Riley grip himself again, and his thumb presses against my seam, and then he's aligned with my entrance.
"Cadie, my love, eyes on me, sweetheart," Riley commands.
My eyes flick open in immediate obedience, and I focus on him, panting and whimpering as my climax keeps me shuddering and shaking and helplessly gyrating. "Riley," I whisper. "Oh god."
And then it happens.
My eyes fly wide as he enters me. My mouth fixes in a shocked, breathlessO, and my entire being—the entire universe—shrinks and narrows and tunnels down into the single point where we are joined. His cock—I feel a giggle bubble throughme as I think the word, feeling deliciously naughty and wickedly wanton in the best possible way—is notched inside me, splitting open my sex.
"Oh!" I gasp, a soft, high breath.
"Okay?" he murmurs.
I nod. "Yes. yes. I…" I clutch the hard bubble of his bottom, digging my nails in—he doesn't seem to mind, and indeed, it seems to arouse him when I do that. It arouses me, so it suits us both.
He shakes all over, my big, handsome Riley. Trembling in restraint. But I cannot wish this to go faster. I want to relish each second. I memorize the look on his face, the feel of his cock just inside my entrance. The tension in his body—he's quivering, his mighty muscles bunched.
And then he drives a little deeper, and a gasp is torn from me as I am filled that much more. It does hurt a little—his cock is so huge, and I feel stretched beyond my limits, an aching burn as my body struggles to accommodate this new sensation.
A flutter of panic ripples through me:
What if I cannot handle all of him?
What if it hurts too much?
