Catherine fell onto the pillows, following my orders so fucking sweetly. I had to look her over again, drinking my fill of her pretty curves while I stroked my cock.
“I want you bare.” She reached between her legs and used two fingers to part her swollen lips. “Please, Elliot. I want you.”
My fist paused around my cock, and my heart rammed into my throat. “Bare? Baby, that’s a dream, but—”
“I have an IUD. I’m not going to get accidentally pregnant again. As long as you’ve been tested, we’re good.”
Logic should have interfered, but it was locked out of the room. Her words were all the permission I needed to fall over her and fit myself back into my new favorite place.
I held her face in my hands, making sure she listened to what I had to say before we did this.
“I haven’t been with anyone for a long time. I’ll keep you safe and healthy. But once I put my bare cock inside you, you’re going to be mine. No one else’s. You understand?”
Her eyes widened, and she nodded as best she could with me holding her. “I’m yours, so long as you’re only mine.”
“You don’t have to worry about that,” I promised. Positioning myself at her entrance, I watched her face. “Are you ready for me?”
“Yes. Just…go slow.”
“You don’t have to ask. I’ve got you.”
It took herculean effort not to plunge into her in one swoop, but I had to be careful. This was her first time in a long time too, and I’d hate myself if I hurt her.
Her heat engulfed me as I slid into her and her eyes held mine. They flared the deeper I got, and her breathing shallowed until she was panting.
“Breathe, sweetheart.” I touched my lips to hers. “Breathe and let me in. I’m almost there.”
Her thighs climbed my hips, opening herself to me. “You’re so big, and I—”
“And you’re so tight. But you can take me.” I stroked her hair from her face, kissing her lips again. “Be a good girl and relax. Let me feel all of you. I need it, and you do too.”
I covered her mouth with mine, kissing her deeply as I pushed the rest of the way into her. She whimpered into our kiss and clutched at my shoulders, keeping me close. I stayed there, buried all the way to the hilt, our mouths locked together, kissing her breath away.
After long minutes, she tipped her chin up and nodded. It was all the permission I needed. I kept it slow, retreating to the tip and thrusting forward in smooth, careful strokes.
“You feel incredible.” I nipped at her jaw, licking her to her earlobe and nibbling there too. “Does it feel good to you?”
“More than good.” She wrapped her legs around me, locking her ankles at my lower back. “Please don’t stop.”
“Not an option. I couldn’t stop if I tried.”
Rolling my hips, giving her steady, deep strokes, I looked down at her breasts to watch them move with her. Rivulets of white streamed down the sides onto my sheets. Seeing the wet spots turned me on to a degree I wasn’t ready for. Losing control of my rhythm, I slammed into her with enough force to shift her body up the bed.
“Shit, sweetheart, I’m sorry.” I cupped the top of her head so she wouldn’t hit the headboard. “Your tits did me in.”
She laughed and reached above her to brace herself on the slats of my headboard. “There. I’m ready for you. Go harder. You feel so fucking good.”
I groaned. “Your filthy mouth makes me crazy.” I slammed into her again, watching her reaction. Her eyes fluttered, and she let out a low moan. “You can take it, can’t you?”
“I want it. Want you,” she breathed.
“You have me, sweetheart. All of me.”
I didn’t let my control slip. Next time, when she was used to me, I’d take her as hard as I wanted. For now, I satisfied us both with deep, long strokes. Her inner walls clamped down on me, trying to drag me into her depths and keep me there. She pushed back against me, using her arms as leverage to ride me from below. I loved how easily she let loose of her insecurities once we got going. She was in the moment with me, feeling instead of overthinking.
That didn’t happen often for me, but it was easy to stay in the moment with her.
I devoted some more attention to her breasts, laving her puckered, cherry nipples and sipping every drop that streamed out. My cock throbbed harder with each taste. If I didn’t stop, I’d lose it before I was ready.
She drew my mouth to hers, and I let the milk on my tongue drip onto hers. She moaned against my lips, our tongues tangling in a messy, desperate kiss. Her nails dug into my nape and down my back, the sharp pain along my spine adding another layer to the pleasure.