His mouth moves to my other breast, and he repeats the process.“Mine,” he growls possessively.
“Yours,” I breathe as his teeth scrape down my belly, stalling before reaching my mound.
“Are you sure?”he lifts his head and asks me again.I melt into the mattress.Banner St.James is not the man I thought he was, and I don’t care what anyone else says.My husband is a good man.
“Yes,” I answer softly.I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.I want this.
He watches my face for any changes as he moves farther down my body.But he doesn’t have to worry; I’m not going to change my mind.I lift onto my elbows when he uses his wide shoulders to spread my thighs apart.Before I can ask what he’s doing, he lowers his head and latches onto my clit.
“Oh!”I moan, my head dropping back on my shoulders.
Oh.My.God.His tongue is magic.My hips roll on their own accord seeking… I don’t know what, but if he stops doing what he’s doing, I might die here and now.
“Don’t stop,” I beg, lifting my head and threading my fingers through his hair to hold him to my center.Oh God.
His eyes are blazing when he lifts his head to watch my face as he slips a thick, blunt finger inside my pussy.
My eyes shutter and my breathing becomes labored.I’m so close.Banner teases another finger inside my center and stills when my body tightens.
“Relax, babe,” he says softly as he starts slowly, gently, pumping his digits in and out.
As if tethered to his demands, my tension slowly dissipates.The initial pinch of discomfort I felt from the unfamiliar intrusion subsides, and I begin to pant as a feeling I’ve never experienced races to the surface.
Banner growls at my body’s response.“Good girl.”The praise makes my pussy clench.
“Fuck.Can’t wait to explore that.”He offers a lazy smirk before latching onto my clit again.
The pleasure builds quickly from his talented tongue.“Please,” I plead, unsure what I’m begging for.
Banner flicks his tongue once more before rising up and settling onto his knees.My eyes drop to his hand wrapped around his cock and widen.
“That won’t fit,” I squeak, unable to look away.
“It’ll fit.”His voice is firm.
I’m mesmerized by the way his palm slides up and down his erection.Up, down, again, and again, his thumb pausing to gather the bead of moisture at the tip and then continuing to stroke once more.
“Look at me,” he growls.Heart racing, I look up.“I’ll go slow.”
“O-okay.”I suck in a deep breath and try to relax.I trust him.
“That’s it,” he hums reassuringly, using one hand to grip my hip and the other to align his cock with my opening.Carefully, he begins to rock his hips back and forth, working himself deeper an inch at a time.His eyes lift to mine when he meets resistance.I nod my head.This is it.He holds my stare and swiftly flexes his hips, breaking through the membrane that symbolizes my innocence, and buries himself to the hilt.
My body goes stiff.“Ah,” I hiss, squeezing my eyes shut as I desperately try to fight back tears.
“Shh, shh, shh.It’s okay, it’s over.I won’t move until you’re ready,” Banner rushes out.I hear the remorse in his tone, and oddly enough, it makes me feel slightly better.
“I’m okay,” I whisper, opening my eyes.As the initial sting fades, I can focus on the sensation of having him fully inside me, and with a flush of boldness I shift my hips experimentally.The move causes Banner’s cock to rub a spot inside me and a moan is ripped from deep within.
He rocks his hips again drawing out the same response.“Like that, do ya?”He grins and repeats the motion.
“Yes.I feel so full,” I admit, lifting my hips to meet his.
“Shit,” he hisses.“Your pussy’s so wet, so tight.Fuck, I’m not going to last.”Dropping forward, his hands plant on either side of my head and he picks up speed.His hips thrust harder and faster in a frenzy to get us to the finish line.
“Yes!”I cry out, feeling my center grow wetter.“Right there.Yes.Don’t stop.”I barely recognize my own voice and should feel embarrassed, but at this moment, I don’t care about anything but the way he’s making me feel.
“Fuck yeah, baby,” he groans.