Page 100 of The Pact

So I try to relax and breathe through the pangs of pain that burn their way through me as he tentatively rocks his hips.

There’s no magic shift from painful to pleasurable, the pain just begins fading away as he moves inside me.

It still feels a little uncomfortable and nothing like I imagined but after a few minutes, it’s at least tolerable.

“Fuck, Ausra, you feel so good.” He groans, burying his face in the crook of my neck.

A part of me wishes that I could share in what he feels, especially if his labored breathing is any indication. But it almost stopped hurting and truth be told, I’m enjoying the feeling of his body so close to mine, the contact with his skin and his arms wrapped around me. This isn’t like the magic of his mouth on me but it’s intimate and I like the idea that our bodies are fused together.

I don’t say anything, running my hand down the curve of his spine, feeling the taut, rippling muscles of his back.

He moves again and when I don’t wince or emit any sound that signals pain, he does it again and again. He thrusts his hips forward, driving deeper into me and my body begins giving way, finally accepting his invasion. Being more relaxed, I get even wetter than I was before, allowing him to glide in an out of me without causing any pain.

Ashton picks up his pace and as he thrusts into me rocking his hips at the end, it starts becoming better, more pleasant.

I don’t realize that my own hips are rocking in synch with his motion until I hear my breathing rate matching his.

I instinctively encourage him by grabbing his buttocks with my hands and pushing him deeper into me and that’s when I feel it.

A little pleasurable spasm from somewhere deep within me causes my inner walls to contract and that makes Ashton thrust harder and deeper.

And holy fuck, it starts really feeling good. I moan following his motion and chasing that deep pleasure but that’s Ashton’s undoing. His movements become harsher and more erratic until his shaft begins pulsating inside me. It feels good, warm and wet but it’s over too soon. I’m left with that urge to continue chasing the pleasure he was causing but I don’t think it’s really possible.

I try to steady my breathing as my body screams at me demanding more but I don’t want to make Ash feel bad, so I try to stay still underneath him.

I should know though that Ashton is always good at picking up on my moods and he’s a keen observer.

“Cutie, I’m sorry,” he drawls, lifting his face and lightly touching my lips with his own. “I tried to last longer but you felt too fucking good. And I’ve just learned that no condom definitely means coming faster. Did it feel ok? Did it hurt too much?”

I shake my head, shifting slightly as he’s still inside me, still hard. “It hurt like a bitch at first but then it slowly got better. A lot better. It felt really good, especially near the end.”

He smiles, brushing some hair away from my forehead. “Did you think you could come?”

I answer honestly with a half shrug, since he’s still on top of me. “Maybe. Your movements were different. They were feeling really good.”

He gives me a deep kiss and I can faintly taste myself on his tongue from earlier. It isn’t unpleasant, just a little different. “Let me make it up to you,” he offers, rolling his hips into me again and I realize that he’s still pretty hard.

The next few minutes are pretty odd. Ashton tries different movements, asking me what feels better. What speed, what force. We discover what feels good together, kissing and laughing the entire time.

Soon I start feeling that faint pleasure bloom in my depths and I encourage him to keep going.

“Oh Ash, this is really good ...” I pant and he keeps rocking his hips into me as deep as he can. The base of his shaft rubs against my swollen clit with every thrust and that, together with a spot inside me starts feeling breathtakingly good.

I’m climbing higher, closer and closer to the edge with each of his thrusts; my toes are curling but it’s like I’m stuck there. It’s like a sweet form of torture. Pleasure is within reach but that edge seems to be moving just a little further with every passing second.

“Ash.” I moan, as my body aches in a good but exhausting way.

“I’ve got you, cutie,” he promises, sliding one hand between us and pinching my tight little bundle of nerves between the tips of two fingers, rubbing gently at the same time.

I crash, hard. It’s so intense that it sweeps me under. I come hard, screaming as my inner walls clench around Ashton’s hardness. The feeling of fullness with every spasm is so satisfying that I never want it to end.

We stay joined as I slowly come down from my high. His arms are warm and comforting around me and after a while, he shifts us so that he’s underneath me, cradling me in his arms.

It’s been an emotionally exhausting night and now that I’m safe in Ash’s arms and my body is pleasantly sated, I feel like I’m about to drift off to sleep.

“Thank you,” I whisper with my last coherent thought. “For forgiving me and for taking care of me.”

He pulls me closer, squeezing me a little tighter. “I’ll always take care of you, Ausra. I don’t know what the others want to do when our game is over but since they want you working for us, I think that they feel the same way I do. I want to keep taking care of you, and be there for you like you are for me. With or without my friends. Be my girlfriend?”

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