Page 94 of Lamb

I let my hand slip from his, falling limply into the soft cotton of the sheets. I fought the tingling electricity rushing over my skin, desperate to move and find friction between them. I remained still beneath him, completely submissive to his touch.

“Don’t move,” he growled, his weight shifting back, releasing my hips and leaving me yearning for its return.

He pulled back his hand, cold rushing over my throat as he pushed back onto his haunches. Disappointment and panic flooded my veins, the heat turning to ice as I opened my mouth to protest, pushing up onto my arms to—

“Don’t,” Lamb snapped. “Move.”

If I thought the heat had faded, I had been wrong. It burned twice as bright, my body immediately melting under his command as I sank back into the comfort of the sheets.

Lamb’s eyes ran over my body, slowly tracing and devouring each soft shape that made my body whole. I fought not to wither beneath his gaze, holding my breath steady and my muscles relaxed beneath his control.

Satisfied with what he saw, Lamb’s fingers found my knees, tucking slowly underneath. One at a time, he skimmed down from my knee and under my calf until he was able to lift my ankle up and over his waist.

I nearly buckled under the hot weight pressing back into my pelvis. His scalding length was like a burning poker, slowly pushing its underbelly against my wet and throbbing folds.

I moaned at the feel of him. His heat against mine. I longed to move, to recreate the slow crest of his dick pressing againstme and the pleasure it stirred there, but I could not. Lamb’s eyes pinned me with a dark, intense gaze that had my limbs pinned to the sheets, ignoring the screaming from down south that begged to find more pleasure.

Lamb said nothing as he settled himself against me, both of my legs now wrapped and pinned around his waist, my ankles hooked over one another. Both arms braced against the bed as he leaned down until his chest pressed against mine, our skin, already hot, flushed and sweaty, melting into one another.

One large hand pressed over my abdomen, pushing me into the mattress and pinning me in place as he adjusted his weight on top of me, but the hand did not stay put. It travelled a slow and lingering path up over my belly and over my sternum, neglecting my aching breasts and sliding up over my collarbone.

My mouth watered at the feel of him growing closer and closer, my lips dragging through my teeth as I fought to help him on his way.

His fingers found my throat and settled where they belonged, the staggering mix of anticipation and satisfaction riding the quiver raking through my body.

His other hand found its way down between us until his fingers wrapped around his hot length. His knuckles brushed the top of my mound, my hips bucking up and into him in response.

Lamb rocked his hips a little further down. He rested his dick against my tilted centre, my legs still hooked tight around him before allowing his body to push forward, the long, hot length of him sliding between my wet lips.

I tremored against him, his dick rubbing across my clit, sending shivering sparks all across my body. “Lamb,” I whimpered, my throat rubbing against his palm. It only intensified the pleasure.

Lamb stopped, and I was ready to swing at him for it before his dick slid down further than it had before.

The tip of his cock pressed against my entrance, and a bubble filled my chest.

A low, quiet growl rumbled from Lamb’s lips, and it took a second to fight through the delirium to realise that it had been words.

“What?” I breathed, struggling through the haze.

“Stop me,” Lamb spoke, a little louder. His eyes were locked down on his dick where it sat against my core, as though if he looked away for a moment, it would slide straight into me without thought.

I realised what he was asking, knew what he wanted and why he had paused where he did. I was a virgin, and he was about to go to a place no one had been before, and it was something I could never get back.

I had not ever fiercely defended my virginity, but it had not been something I had ever felt pressured to give away. In fact, I had not thought much of it at all. With the way my life had been, the concept and concern many had over my first time hadn’t even make it onto my list of priorities. It was a luxury I had been deprived of.

Yet here I was, a man holding onto the last string of his sanity, giving me that consideration. Any other time, I would have been warmed by the gesture. Right now, however, it was different.

“Lamb, I swear to God,” I heaved, fighting the desperate need to shimmy my hips just that little bit lower, “if you do not put your dick in me right now, I will—”

Lamb surged forward, his tip pressing through my hole without hesitation. Heat and pain rushed over me like a tsunami. It was like I had been run through with a sword as my vagina fought to adjust around his uncomfortably large length.

“Fuck,” I hissed, my hands bracing against his chest, my hips wiggling this way and that as if I might find an escape from the discomfort. “Fuck, you are big,” I whimpered against him, my hips moving back and forth.

“Stop,” Lamb growled, the noise sharp and, for a moment, jarring me from my concerns.

“What?” I gasped, turning to look away from where our bodies met, where his dick had just pressed straight into me, skewering me like BBQ meat. “I—”

My word was cut short, Lamb’s hand tightening over my throat. I gasped, my oxygen fighting to get through the small gap Lamb allowed as his other hand caught my own and pressed them back down into the bed.

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