Page 111 of Make Me Dream of You

“Yes,” I whisper.

He does it again. A zing of electricity makes me jolt when it grazes my still over-sensitive clit. He rubs a few more times, the head of his cock shiny and wet with my juices. I let out an exhale, my legs falling to the mattress, enjoying the sensation of it. But this time when he goes down to my entrance, he pushes it in, just the tip. He watches for my reaction as he does it.

“Oh,” I moan.

“You okay?”

I nod.

He keeps eye contact as he pushes in farther. Another inch. Two. Stretching me as he fills me. It’s weird. Different. Big. But while it feels wholly strange, it also feels right. More right than anything—him inside me. Us, as one.

He stills, lying over me, caging me with his arms.

I’m hot and wet and throbbing around him, and he’s barely satiating the ache.

He kisses my nose then my lips. “I’ll go slow,” he says. “Tell me if you need me to stop.”

I nod, swallowing, but inside I’m screaming for him to keep going. I want more of him. All of him.

He tilts his hips, pushing inside another inch.

“Fuck. You’re so wet, Liv. It’s hard to go slow.”

“Don’t go slow, then,” I whisper.

He lowers his mouth to mine, kissing me deeply. Needy. I moan and suck on his tongue as he thrusts to the hilt.

I gasp.

“I’m all the way in. Still okay?”

“Yes.” I’m breathing heavy, thankful he’s not moving so I can get used to him.

He smiles, but his neck is tensed. He’s straining holding himself back from me, about to break into a sweat.

“More,” I say.

Leaning on one elbow, he grabs my hip with his other hand and squeezes my backside. Then he slides his hand down my thigh and lifts my leg, spreading me wider. He slips in even deeper.

“Oh, shit.”

“Did that hurt?”

I shake my head. “Keep going.”

“Wrap your leg around me.”

I hook my leg around his back, and he eases out of me, never breaking eye contact.

“Keep breathing, there you go.” He thrusts again, nice and slow. In and out. “Fuck. You’re taking me so good, Livvy. Look how you’re taking me, angel.”

I look down, see the shaft of his cock disappearing inside me, making me feel exquisitely full, then pulling out, wet and covered in me.

“So fucking good for me,” he coos.

I wrap my arms around him, pulling him close. We’re nose-to-nose, and he kisses me again. Harder. We’re skin-to-skin, our bodies entwined as he moves inside me. Frenzied breaths in the absence of space between us.

“You feel so good,” he growls against my lips.

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