Page 124 of Broken Pieces
And fuck, I mean it.
“Take a breath, Sky,” I whisper, voice rough, my thumb still moving in slow, steady strokes. “I won’t move until you’re ready.”
I press my thumb harder against her clit, just enough to keep her distracted while I push forward.
The first inch is tight as fuck… hot, wet, gripping me so snug it almost hurts.
“Fuck,” I breathe, closing my eyes for a second, fighting to keep it together. “You’re so fucking tight.”
I stop, forcing myself to breathe, close my eyes to the feeling, and tell my cock not to lose it.
At this pace, I’ll fucking come before I’m even halfway in. My whole body trembles from the effort of holding it together, my cock throbbing as I wait for her to adjust around me.
When I open my eyes, I look down, and fuck—only the tip’s inside her, nothing but the head, and it’s already too much.
She’s wrapped around me; the sight of spliting her open is enough to make my control crack. I drag my gaze up and catch her watching me. Her lips are parted, eyes heavy, chest rising and falling in quick bursts.
“Are you okay?” I ask, voice tight.
“M’mmmm.” It’s barely a sound, more of a sigh than a word. Her head tilts back, lashes fluttering, completely lost in what I’m doing to her clit. She’s not even hearing me.
While she’s caught in the pleasure, I inch forward again, slow as I can manage, her body stretching around me. A sharp hiss leaves her, muscles locking beneath me.
I freeze immediately, every muscle locked, my cock buried halfway, throbbing with the need to keep going.
“Easy,” I murmur, keeping my voice low. “Just breathe, baby. Don’t fight it.”
I remain completely still, every muscle in my body strung tight. She stares up at me, wide-eyed and breathless, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling like she’s trying to find air.
Her gaze doesn’t leave mine.
I brace one hand on the mattress beside her hip, and I slowly push in again.
The pressure makes her suck in a breath, her legs tensing around my hips.
I groan, the sound tearing from my chest with the sensation.
“Fuck,” I mutter, my head dropping forward as I suck in air. She’s so fucking tight, hot, gripping me like her body was made to fit mine. I blink, trying to focus, but her heat nearly knocks the air out of my lungs.
I glance up and swallow hard.
She hasn’t told me to stop yet. And shit, I think I might actually fall apart if she does.
“Does it hurt?” I ask.
I’ve never asked a chick that before, because I never cared as long as I was getting off. But everything now is different with her.
Her brows pull together slightly, lips pressing into a line before she whispers, “It feels weird.”
Weird.
Okay, not bad so far, or painful. Just different.
I pull out an inch and then slide back in, careful with every movement.
Her body flexes around me, and it takes every ounce of strength I have not to slam the rest of the way home.
“Is this okay?” I ask.
