Page 36 of Savage Warrior

“What do I do now?”

“Now, you lie back, spread your legs, and leave the rest to me.”

“Am I not allowed to move?”

His lip quirks. “This time, because it’s your first, I’ll be lenient. Next time, I’ll think about tying you to the bed. How does that sound?”

My goodness! I almost climax again right there. “It sounds… wonderful.”

His hand on my shoulder shoves me backwards. He’s gentle but firm. “Open. Put your hands above your head, grip the headboard if you want.”

I do as I’m told. Maybe it’s my own inexperience, but it feels somehow better to be instructed, to simply obey. I can relax, enjoy. No need to think, I can simply be.

He shifts to position himself between my widespread thighs, his elbows planted on the mattress on either side of my shoulders. He fists his cock and places the head at my entrance. “No last-minute regrets?”

“Just get on with it,” I pant.

“Fair enough.” He withdraws slightly, then drives forward.

It’s quick and clean. No messing about. One moment he’s poised, ready to go, the next he’s buried inside me.

The sharp pain of before is nothing compared to the tearing agony that accompanies this decisive, driving thrust. I let out a high-pitched scream and make a grab for him. “Stop! It hurts. Please…”

He goes still, and the pain recedes. It pales to a dull ache.

I’m scared to move. “?tefan? I…”

“It’s okay. Breathe.”

“I never expected… You’re too big.”

“Is it still bad?”

I shake my head, surprised to find that it isn’t, in fact. I feel full, stretched, but not sore exactly.

“Can we continue?” he asks politely.

“I’m not sure. What if…?”

He withdraws slowly, pulling his cock almost entirely out of me. He waits a few moments, then drives forward again.

He does it slowly this time, and there’s no pain. It’s tight. The friction is good. Better than good. Delightful, actually. I squeeze around his wide girth. I expect my expression is somewhere between a grin and a grimace.

“Oh,” is all I can find to say.

He lowers his body by bending his elbows, and he kisses me. “Okay?”

“Yes,” I whisper. “Okay.”

He takes it slow. I can tell he’s being achingly careful with me, and I appreciate it despite my brave words earlier. My ribs hurt, my body is still sore, but all the discomfort is swept away by what’s going on between my thighs. The sensation at my core blooms and grows again. Pleasure unfurls, takes on a life of its own. He plunges in and out, building a rhythm and finding a momentum to suit my own. I grab the headboard again, curl my fingers around the wooden slats, and hang on.

I lift my legs to anchor them around his waist. I wriggle, roll my hips, and squeeze my inner walls around him. “Faster,” I mutter, letting bravado lead the way again.

“Greedy girl.” But he obliges me anyway.

I let out a groan. I want to touch him, to wrap all of myself around him, but I remain where I am, because he told me to. I need to obey.

“I think… What is happening? It feels so…so…”

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