Page 35 of Scoring Position

She nods, and I exhale, slowly pushing the crown of my cock inside her. The entire world stops spinning, and the only thing I can hear is the sound of my heartbeat pounding wildly in my chest. She’s so hot and tight, but as much as I should be focusing on how she feels wrapped around me, it’s not the physical effects of being connected in this way that are hitting me like a freight train. It’s the emotional ones.

Fuck. I think I’m falling in love with her.

“Oh, wow,” she whispers, taking quick, shallow breaths as she adjusts. “I knew you were big, but I don’t know if you’re going to fit now that part of you is inside me.”

I squeeze my eyes closed, trying not to laugh. If I was one of the guys from my books, I’d say something cheesy likeWe’ll make it fit, then push forward anyway. But this is real life. I have to take my time, even if it kills me.

“Is this amusing to you?” she asks, smirking. “No wonder that girl thought you were a bad lay. You didn’t even get to the fun part. She’s probablystillwalking funny.”

That’s all it takes for me to break, nuzzling my face into her neck and shaking with laughter. She joins in, giggling against my shoulder as her legs drop from where they’re wound around my hips. I press my lips to her soft skin in a chaste kiss, bringing my gaze to hers and realizing how amazing this moment is. Sex isn’t passion and fire all the time. Sometimes it’s awkward and clunky—but with the right person, it can be perfect.

“I’m sorry. You just really know how to feed a guy’s ego,” I say with a playful smile. All the nerves I was feeling before are long gone, and I couldn’t be happier that it’s Lark I’m sharing this moment with. Because while I’ve technically had sex before, thisfeelslike my first time. It’s monumentally different than anything I’ve ever experienced, and deep down, I hope it’s the same for her.

I feel her inner muscles loosen, so I take the opportunity to sink in a couple more inches, never breaking eye contact as I slowly thrust my hips. Relief floods over her expression, so I pull back, pushing forward again gently to find her even wetter than before. Her ragged, uneven breaths turn into satisfied moans as I take my time, working inside and mentally high-fiving myself for not coming early. To be honest, being focused on her in this way has made me forget about my own needs altogether. Don’t get me wrong…it feels better than anything in the world, but I can wait until she’s completely ready before I take what my body craves.

Reaching between us, I press my thumb to her clit and rub in slow circles, making her tight walls relax enough for me to slide forward until I’ve bottomed out. She feels like heaven, and the contended sounds she’s making tell me that the discomfort she was experiencing moments ago has morphed into the same pleasure that’s consuming me right now.

“Look at you,” I praise. “Such a good girl swallowing my big cock with that pretty pussy. You’re doing great, baby.”

“Ace, please move,” she begs, and I pull back out before burying myself to the hilt, setting a steady pace as I fuck her. Her legs wrap around me, resting above my ass and urging me even deeper, although I don’t think it’s possible.

“Fuck,” I curse quietly, finally letting myself feel the way she grips my length as I slide in and out. Nothing could ever beat this. Not only am I with the most perfect woman, who’s anabsolute dime seven days a week, but the emotional connection we’ve built is making this experience more than I could’ve imagined in my wildest dreams. This isn’t just fucking—it’smore. “You’re everything. You feel so good. Are you okay?”

“Yes,” she replies. “I’ve never been this full.”

I lean forward, driving into her as I take her mouth in a deep kiss, swallowing every moan that leaves her body. When I feel her muscles begin to squeeze me, I grind my pelvis against her clit and roll my hips in tight circles, praying like hell that I can get her there again.

“I can feel you getting close, Sweets,” I grit out. “Are you going to be my special girl and show me what it feels like to have my cock strangled?”

She nods rapidly before turning her head and shoving it into the pillow. Her hair bunches and knots as she squirms, creating the most erotic sight I’ve ever seen. “Please don’t stop doing that. Make me come.Please.” She’s pleading, but she doesn’t have to. There’s not a chance in hell I’d ever stop when she’s writhing under me like this. I’ll stay buried inside her pussy forever if it means bringing her this kind of pleasure.

“Come on, baby,” I coax, feeling warmth begin to course through my limbs, snaking its way toward my core. I know I’m getting close too, but I’m determined to make sure she’s completely satisfied before I finish. “Give it to me.”

A few more deep thrusts and her orgasm hits like a speeding train, her back bowing off the bed as I work her through it. She cries out, a string of unintelligible words and curses falling from her plump lips. The sensation of her contracting around me is unlike anything I’ve ever felt, going on for so long that I’m unable to hold back.

My fists grip onto the edge of the pillow under her head as I piston my hips, finally letting go and fucking her without abandon. It doesn’t take much for my movements to becomeerratic and jerky, with my loud grunts filling the air around us. Electricity shoots through me, and everything goes white as I bury myself a final time, emptying my thick, hot load into the condom. I envision what it would be like without the barrier, filling her so full of my cum that it would leak out between us as I fucked her until she owned every drop. I hope someday she lets me mark her as mine in that way.

I slow my hips, lazily moving in and out of her as we ride out what’s left of our releases, taking in the sounds of our deep breaths while we come back down to earth. I’m on cloud nine right now with her satiated body pressed against me, and even though I just came, I’m already counting down the minutes until we can do it again.

“Holy shit,” I say on a quiet exhale, pressing my forehead to hers. “That was fucking insane. Are you okay?”

She nods, her chest heaving against mine. “That was the best sex I’ve ever had. And I’m not just saying that. It’s like you knew exactly what I needed.” Relief washes over me at her words. Going into this, my main concern was blocking out all the negative memories from my past and making it good for Lark. She deserves someone who gives her everything she could ever hope for, and I can’t think of anything I want more than to be that man for her. “How do you feel?”

I huff a laugh. “I don’t know if there are words to describe how I feel,” I say, leaning down to kiss her. “Like the luckiest guy in the world.” She looks up at me, her eyes full of emotion as I cup her cheek, unable to tear my gaze away. “Thank you…for being perfect for me. I’ve been scared for so long, and I knew life was passing me by. But it just never felt right—not like it does with you.”

She slides her arms around my neck, pulling me in for a hug. We lie there, breathing each other in until I’ve gone completely soft inside her.

“I should probably take care of the condom and wash you up before this gets messy,” I say reluctantly. She groans as I pull out, hating it just as much as I do. I wish I could stay wrapped in her warmth all night, but we’ll be able to cuddle up once we’re done. Hopefully, she’ll stay tonight so I can wake up next to her again…and maybe go for round two if she’s up for it.

“I’ll be right back,” I say, padding toward the bathroom and flipping on the light switch. I remove the condom, tossing it into the trash before walking to the sink and turning on the warm tap. As I wait for the water to heat, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and I’m frozen by my own reflection. I know I didn’t just lose my virginity, but I lookdifferent. My eyes are a brighter blue, my skin is still flushed and glistening with sweat, and there’s something else in my expression that I’ve never seen before. It may sound stupid, but I feel changed. Whether it’s from the sex orher,I don’t know. I’m guessing it’s probably a little bit of both because I can’t even imagine having this experience with anyone else.

I clean myself up, taking a second washcloth and getting it warm before returning to the bedroom. I know I didn’t come inside Lark, but she made one hell of a mess all over herself, and I want to take care of her. Sitting on the edge of the mattress, I gently pull her ankle out so she’s spread open for me.

“Wha—you don’t have to do that,” she says as I carefully press the cloth to her sensitive pussy, wiping away the remnants of her orgasm. She winces slightly, and I pull back, looking at her with my brows knitted tight.

“Did I hurt you?” I ask, concerned that she’s clearly in pain. I know I’m bigger than average, but I tried so hard to be careful. Maybe I shouldn’t have kept going after she mentioned me not fitting.

She shakes her head. “I’m a little sore because it’s been a long time, but I’m okay. It doesn’t hurt like you think. I’m just overstimulated from the orgasms.”

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