Page 65 of Little Dove

“Why would I want a toy when I have this?” I ask, waving my hand toward his cock. “Lazaro, I promise, I’ll let you know if I can’t do it, but I…I really need to try, okay. I need this. I don’t want a toy to be the first thing inside me. I want you. I just need you to let me set the pace, okay?”

He hesitates. “Amara…”

“Please,” I whisper. “Just let me try. If I can’t, we’ll do this your way, but I want to try mine first.”

His eyes search mine, and I let him see everything. The desire, the trepidation, but also the need to prove to myself I can do this. I see the exact moment he gives in. “You will stop if you can’t do it, Amara,” he says firmly. “You will not force yourself to go further, and you will tell me what you’re feeling at all times. Do you understand?”

I nod, relief and excitement filling me. “Yes, I understand, Lazaro,” I whisper. I lean forward to kiss him, and he cups the back of my head, kissing me deeply.

When he pulls away, he murmurs, “Straddle me,colombina. Spread your legs wide.” I do as ordered, nerves making my belly jump. “That’s it,” he praises. His hand moves down to my core, and his fingers swirl around my entrance. “You’re still soaked,dolcezza, but I think you need a little more.” He moves hisfingers back up to my clit, rubbing it in sure motions, making me moan and arch into him. “Yes, that’s what you need, isn’t it? You’re already getting slick again.”

He’s right, I’m instantly slick again, my body heating up at the feel of his fingers. He keeps rubbing me, using just the right amount of pressure to keep the desire rising. Then he slides his fingers down, dipping one inside me, making me gasp and bear down on it, pushing it deeper inside me. “One more,” I pant. “Like before.”

“How do you feel?” he asks me as he slowly and carefully does as I ask, stretching me. “Is this too much?”

I shake my head, enjoying the fullness. I grip his shoulders as I lift up and down in shallow strokes, loving the stretch and feel inside me. “It feels good,” I gasp.

“Good. That’s it,colombina, ride my fingers just like that. I’m going to spread them a little wider, okay?” I nod, still moving. “Words, Amara,” he orders firmly.

“Yes, wider is fine,” I gasp out. I don’t know if I’m going to be able to keep talking like he wants. The sensations are sending my brain splintering in every direction. He twists his fingers, widening them, and stretching me even further. There’s a slight burn, but it doesn’t stop me. I keep moving on his fingers, and then cry out when his thumb bumps against my swollen clit again. “Oh fuck, that feels good,” I moan. I move a little faster, relishing in the feel of his thumb on my clit and his fingers inside me.

“You’re so wet,colombina. Dripping over my fingers. I need to add one more before we go any further. Are you ready for that?”

“Yes,” I say desperately. How can I not be? If it’s anything like this, it’ll be perfect.

“This will make you feel even fuller,” he warns me, still rubbing at my clit. “Remember to stop if it’s too much.” Then hestills my hips as he pulls his hand back before slowly easing back in with three fingers, his eyes intensely on mine.

Oh shit. Shit, he wasn’t joking. This is a lot. I whimper at the pressure, unsure how to feel about it. He stills instantly, eyes sharpening as they take me in. He moves to pull away, but I grip his wrist. “No, wait,” I pant. “Just give me a second.” He stills, watching and waiting. I don’t move, just sit there with his fingers inside me, allowing my body to adjust and come to grips around him.

Panic is trying to push through, but I fight it back. No, I will not let it win. It doesn’t hurt, it just feels uncomfortably full. There’s a pressure inside me, but nothing that I can’t handle. Slowly, I release Lazaro’s wrist, put my hand back on his shoulder, and carefully lift up, before sliding back down. The feeling this time is different, but it doesn’t dull the pleasure so much as change it.

“I’m okay,” I breathe out as I move over him. “I feel full, stretched, but not scared. It’s different, but I don’t want to stop.”

Lazaro twists his fingers, wringing a groan from me at the pressure and pleasure. “Keep riding my fingers a little longer,dolcezza. I want you to feel how deep I am, how thick this is. You’re going to look so good stretched around my cock, just like this. We’re going to have to do this over a mirror sometime so you can see just how beautifully you take me.”

I continue to move over his fingers for a while longer until I can move faster and grow slicker, if that’s even possible. He uses his thumb to brush against my clit again, and pleasure swamps me. I need him. I need more. “Lazaro, now, please,” I beg. “Please, I need you. I’m ready. Please.”

He pulls his fingers from me, and I cry out at the loss, but I cut it off as soon as he takes my hand from his shoulder and wraps it around his length. “Hover over me,colombina,” he encourages. “Legs as wide as you can.” I move into position,doing as instructed. “Slow and steady.” He sounds pained, but I don’t look at him.

Instead, I focus on what I’m about to do. Nerves threaten, but I quickly remind myself that I can do this. At the first brush of the head of his cock against my entrance, I still, my breath becoming choppy. I can do this. I can do this. I want this.

I say the words over and over again as I take a deep breath, pressing down slowly but firmly. My body resists at first, but I breathe through it, until finally, my muscles relax and he slips inside. I gasp, stilling, struggling not to immediately pull him out of me. It’s not pain I feel, but this is nothing like his fingers. This is bigger, fuller. The only thing easing him is how slick I am from my orgasms.

I look up at Lazaro desperately, needing that connection. He looks like he’s in pain, but he seems to know I need encouragement. “Look at what you’ve done already, Amara,” he praises, sounding slightly breathless. “Can you take any more or do you want to stop?”

“I want to keep going, but I’m scared I was right and you’re going to tear me in two.”

“No, you’re made for me, Amara, that won’t happen. I won’t let it, I promise. Ease down a little more if you’re ready. That’s it,” he encourages when I do as he says. I take a little more in but stop. “Do you need me to help you?” he asks, sweat beading his brow.

I nod. “Yes. I don’t want to stop.”

He moves his hand down to my clit and rubs it again, making me momentarily forget about how full he’s making me. More arousal flares, and I feel him slip a little further inside. “There,” he purrs happily. “That’s all you need. Still want to keep going?” I nod rapidly. His fingers on my clit are helping and I want more. I want as much as I can take. “Good. Now, rise up again, but don’t go up so high I slip out. Just enough so that when you sinkdown again, your pussy will help ease me in more with how wet you are.” I follow his directions, and once again he’s right.

I repeat the process over and over again, going slowly until finally, I take as much of him as I possibly can. I pause, my eyes wide as I realize just how good this feels. Lazaro stills his finger as he watches me. “I’m so full,” I rasp. “But it feels so good.”

“You feel incredible,colombina,” Lazaro groans. “Fuck, this pussy is the best thing I’ve ever felt. I’ll never get tired of it.”

“I want to move,” I tell him, the desire to actually move strong. “Help me?”

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