Page 45 of Fireworks & Forehead Kisses

His gaze lifted to meet mine, and I could see in his eyes that he knew what I’d just done. Heknewthat I wanted to move my arms. That it was taking everything I had in me not to move my arms.

The corner edges of his mouth curled in a satisfied grin. “Good girl.”

Those two words sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my core, and I whimpered. He shifted up, moving so he was hovering above me. His weight was resting on his forearms, which were on either side of my shoulders, caging me in. I could feel the girth of his erection pressing against my sex. The weight of it pulsed heavily.

I breathed in a shallow breath as he stared down at me, and his knuckle ran down the back of my arm, which was exposed since my hands were still above my head. His barely there touch both tickled and teased me.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“You want me inside of you?”

“Yes.”

He moved his hand between our bodies and positioned his head at my opening. His forehead was resting on mine as he pushed past the barriers of my sex. I gasped at the sting of intrusion. I could feel that my body was giving him resistance. I could feel the pressure of my barrier not opening for him.

“Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?”

“No.” I shook my head back and forth. “Don’t stop.”

That was the very last thing I wanted him to do.

“Relax,” his mouth brushed against the rim of my ear as he coaxed me. “Good girl. Just relax.”

He continued driving into my tight canal inch by inch, slowly, methodically, giving my body time to adjust to him. Every tiny bit of progress he made, he’d tell me how tight I was and how good I felt until he was fully embedded in me, or at least as far as he could go. I could feel my inner walls stretching to accommodate him.

After staying completely still, he lifted his head up, and one of his arms moved up so that his hand covered both of mine. Our fingers laced as our gazes locked. His other hand gripped my outer thigh. His fingers dug into my flesh and tilted my hip up, allowing him to sink even deeper inside of me. I don’t know how long it took for him to enter me for the first time; it could have been sixty seconds or maybe even six hundred seconds. Time wasn’t relevant. I lost myself in him, in what we were sharing, in the intimacy.

Once he was fully inside, filling me to the brim, he hissed. I opened my eyes and saw his jaw tick. A vein popped on the side of his neck. I could see that he was straining to keep himself under control. There was an unspoken tension between us that felt like a rubber band that had been stretched to its limit. If either of us spoke, moved a muscle, or even breathed, it would either break apart or snap back.

Not wanting that to happen, I remained still, or as still as I possibly could. But my inner walls began to pulse around his erection of their own accord. There was nothing I could do about it.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” his voice was raspy and raw.

I closed my eyes and allowed the vibrations of his deep voice to wash over me. I’d never had a man who aroused me on so many levels. His scent. His voice. His touch. His appearance. His taste.

He was an assault on all five of my senses.

Once he began moving in and out of me, the experience shifted. It turned raw and animalistic. The friction of our bodies intimately joined, the pressure of him stretching me to my fullest capacity, had me crying out in pleasure that was on the cusp of being pain. The two were so close, so intense, that I couldn’t distinguish one from the other.

There was a tiny voice in the back of my head telling me that this was crazy. This man was a stranger. But he didn’t feel like one. I’d never felt so connected to another person. Still, it didn’t change the fact that he was exactly that, a stranger. Maybe that made this even hotter. More exciting. It gave it an edge of danger. Whatever it was, it was working.

I’d never felt more alive. More on fire. I was burning up with desire.

He began to move faster; each time he entered me, it was harder, with more force. My instinct was to tense up, but if I did that, I wouldn’t be able to take him; he was too big. So, I forced myself to relax. To allow him to drive inside of me and take all of him. I was rewarded for my efforts when I felt the pressure begin to swirl low in my belly.

Pleasure whipped through me, and all I could do was try and anchor myself by holding his hand even tighter. The feeling of his body inside of me, of his body on top of me, of being beneath him and under his control, even if it was just an illusion, all conspired to bring me up and over the edge. I was possessed by a sensation so intense I closed my eyes and actually saw stars. My entire body convulsed as dizzying explosions of ecstasy erupted through me.

As the final echoes of release ricocheted through me, I opened my eyes. His body was heavy on me; I loved feeling the weight of it. Deep brown eyes were looking back at me as his forehead rested against mine, and our heated breaths intertwined.

“Hi,” I whispered as he released my hands from above my head.

“Hi,” he whispered back.

“That was…” I lifted my hand to touch his face when all the color drained from it. “What?” I asked. “What’s wrong?”

“I didn’t…use…protection,” he panted.

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