Page 46 of The Woman

The sound of her crying out has me freezing and regaining some of my mental faculties. I blink through the haze of lust while holding myself up on my elbows and looking down at her.

I’m still panting, my muscles straining and trembling, and I’m torn between enjoying the feel of absolute heaven that it is having my cock strangled inside her body and feeling like a complete asshole because I just tore through her barrier without thought, without care. I hurt her.

“Shit. I’m sorry.” Her eyes are closed tight, a look of pain etched across her face. “I’m so sorry, Avery,” I whisper and press small kisses over her face.

She takes a few deep breaths and then opens her eyes. There is a light sheen to them as if tears were starting to form. It has my chest feeling tight around my heavily beating heart.

“Are you okay?”

She gives a slight nod. “It just feels like you shoved a giant pipe inside me.” A small smile curves her lips, but I don’t return it. I’m too concerned with her well-being. “It’s okay,” she says softly. “You can move.”

“Are you sure?” I ask, though my body is desperate to do just that.

She nods again, smoothing her hands over my tense back and causing tingles along the way. “Yes. Please.”

I had felt as if I was ready to come when I first entered her. It had felt infinitely better than what I had imagined, and I finally knew why men loved it so much and why they talked about it often.

Though painful, the pause has actually helped with calming me down a fraction. So now, despite the incredible sensation of being wrapped up in her, I feel like I can hold off a little longer.

Withdrawing an inch, I watch her face intently and pause when I notice any discomfort. She urges me on, encouraging me to continue regardless. I suck in a stuttered breath as I slowly pump my hips, reveling in the feel of having my cock completely surrounded and using all of my strength not to start hammering into her.

Though I must admit, it feels incredible regardless of how slowly I’m going.

“Breathe,” I whisper when it looks like she isn’t.

After another short nod from her, I lean down to kiss her again. I can’t seem to stay away from her lips now that I’ve allowed myself to enjoy them.

Avery begins to relax underneath me, spreading her legs wider, and she even starts tilting her hips with my every thrust. It has me increasing speed, the pleasure and need to come, rising once again.

A sliver of pain runs down my back as she starts to run her nails along my skin, digging deeper as she goes. The sensation is something I find I like a lot.

“Fuuckkk,“ I groan.

Sweat breaks out across my skin, and I know I won’t be able to hold off much longer. The feel of her heat enclosed tightly around my cock is almost too much, too sensitive.

Avery’s eyes are half-mast when I look down at her again, her panting coming out in bursts.

She’s going to come. And so am I.

Her hands pause on my ass, digging in at the same time the pressure on my cock increases. “Keep going,” she breathes.

I try to keep the same pace, but I’m losing control, and my rhythm has turned erratic.

The moan that spills from her lips as she clenches me tight and comes on my cock sends me over. I feel the tingling start in my groin, a warmth building from within, and then my cock is throbbing and pulsing, sending a rush of ecstasy through me. A feeling of pure bliss floods my body as I empty everything inside her, my head buried in the crook of her neck and a groan rumbling from my throat.

Slowly, my hips cease rocking, and I lift up, finally opening my eyes once some of the intense feelings subside and my breathing has slowed.

Staring down at the beautiful woman beneath me, I murmur, “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I hope it wasn’t too bad.”

Violet eyes lock onto mine, and a tender smile appears on her face. “It hurt at first, but then the feeling changed, and after a while, it felt good.”

A measure of relief floods through me. I know she came. I felt every wave and muscle spasm around me. But that doesn’t mean there couldn’t be pain up until that moment.

“Good,” I reply, running a knuckle along her jaw and letting my eyes drift over her face.

Something warm and foreign tickles inside my chest as I look at her. Something almost overwhelming. I want to bundle her in my arms and never let her go.

It’s an odd feeling, and I have no idea what to do with it.

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