Page 14 of His Alone

“It really fucking is,” he agreed with a grin. “Slide on up here, my dear.”

He placed his hands on my hips to guide me. He pulled me up until my core was pressing directly against the length of him and gently pushed me back and forth, making me rock myself over him. My fingernails dug into his shoulders every time the head brushed against my oversensitive clitoris.

I couldn’t stop shuddering. Maybe me being on top wasn’t the best choice. I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to stop shaking long enough to actually take the lead.

“Feel good?”

“Y-yeah,” I breathed out. “I’m ready.”

“I know. We’re getting me ready now.” I must have frowned because he chuckled and added, “It’ll go in easier if my cock is slick.”

I hadn’t even considered that. With a better idea of what we were doing, I looked down at where I was grinding against him, just barely able to see the glint of wetness on his cock in the low light of the room.

It felt dirty in the best kind of way. Another wave of heat started to stir in me and I felt myself getting wetter. James must have felt it too because he groaned and stilled me, gripping the base of his cock as he looked up into my eyes.

“You want this?”

It would have sounded erotic if not for the note of concern I could see in his expression. I instinctively realized he was asking me more than his words let on. It wasn’t just a question of whether I was ready to lose my virginity. It was also a question of whether I wanted him as he was. Bare. Raw.

Looking down at the bead of precum forming at the tip, I had my answer. For the first time, I didn’t care if it was reckless—didn’t waste time weighing the risks and rewards. I raised up and moved around until I felt the head of his cock hitch at my opening. James sucked in a breath, his eyes rolling back as I pushed myself down.

I didn’t go far. I managed to take maybe three inches before the discomfort made me stop. James held me firmly in place, gazing up at me through hooded eyes to gauge my reactions.

“Just breathe,” he said when he noticed my grimace. “It’ll pass. Deep breaths.”

I really tried, but a part of me started to panic anew. James bit out a curse and leaned up, dragging my head down to meet his. The sudden movement made me move a little on him and I cried out against his lips, but the pain didn’t last long.

How could it when James was kissing me like his life depended on it? His hands detangled from my hair to glide over my back, rubbing soothing circles over the skin before sliding around to cup my breasts. When he pinched my nipples, I broke the kiss with a gasp.

“There we go,” he groaned. “That’s it—melt for me. That’s my girl.”

I was so connected to his voice that I missed the sensation of his hands moving to my ass until he gripped a cheek firmly in each hand and spread them. I stiffened and my wide eyes flew to his as he rose his hips, feeding another couple of inches into me with a low groan.

“This okay?” he asked from between clenched teeth.

I nodded mutely, unable to focus enough to form words. The pain was almost completely gone, replaced with a slightly uncomfortable fullness that I was aching to feel more of. He gently guided me to slide up and down on his length a small amount at a time, working his way further in little by little.

It wasn’t enough. I straightened my spine, determination coursing through me. I braced my hands on his shoulders and pulled myself up a tad before dropping down hard.

James made a noise like he’d been punched in the stomach and I buried my face against his neck, shuddering through the sudden fullness.

“Holy fuck,” he panted beside my ear. “Warn a guy next time. Christ.”

“It feels good,” I mumbled against him, feeling a little delirious. “You’re so big.”

His cock twitched against my walls and the sensation made me smile. James grunted as he shifted us down the bed. Once he was lying flat, he wrapped his arms around my back to hold me to his chest.

“Don’t talk like that. This will be over before it even starts,” he warned.

I felt his knees bump my ass and I glanced back, wondering why he pulled his legs up. I tried to sit up to figure it out, but he kept a firm hold with one arm around my back while the other braced itself on my ass again.

“Come here, darling. Give me a kiss.”

When I leaned in, he pulled me off his cock, leaving only the tip inside. I whimpered at the loss and he thrust up, making me moan and fall forward fully against his chest. The position suddenly made sense. He started thrusting in earnest, driving his thick cock in and out until I felt like I was losing my mind. He was at the perfect angle to hit something inside me with every stroke that made my toes curl and my thighs quake.

“I’m close. I’m—Oh, God. I need—”

He managed to wedge an arm between our bodies just enough to press his palm to the place we were joined. I gasped and started to rock back and forth, grinding my sensitive clitoris against his palm in time with his thrusts. Our chests were slick with sweat, making it easier for me to move against him without rising from his body.

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