Page 143 of Wait For It

Killian pulled me to the side of the bed and spread my legs before curling a finger through my folds. He dipped in and out of me until I was rocking against him with broken exhales.

“This isn’t something I take lightly. It’s everything—you are everything,” he whispered, staring into my eyes. “Forever, Ari.”

I nodded, blinking back the tears.

He spread my wetness along his crown, before lowering his mouth to my breasts, teasing and pulling me against his tongue to the point of coming undone.

When he braced himself on his forearms over me, I tensed involuntarily, fully aware of the erection pressing against my thigh.

I’d known he was massive in the shower, but the close proximity was a reminder that he would have to stretch my body to fit his.

“Relax, baby,” Killian murmured, kissing my chin. “Just focus on my face, okay?”

I nodded and took a deep breath, willing my tight muscles to obey. He spread my legs and guided himself forward. The blunt tip pushed past my swollen lips to nudge against my entrance. His blue eyes blazed with desire as he eased his way into me. There was a sharp burn, followed by an uncomfortable fullness.

“It’s too much,” I winced, bracing my hands on his chest. “Too much—how could anyone ever want to do this more than once?”

“Fuck, Ari,” Killian ground out through a clenched jaw, his nostrils flaring. “Just give me a minute, and I’ll show you. I’m a little out of practice.”

I made the colossal mistake of lifting my head to see where our bodies joined together, only to realize he wasn’t even close to being all the way inside me.

My thighs quivered as his lips moved to my ear and then down my jaw, silently willing me to relax. I lay back and clutched his shoulders against the dull ache radiating through my core.

“I’ve got you.” Killian shifted his weight onto his right arm with a low groan and reached between us with his left, stroking my sensitive flesh until the pain became something different. Even now, his focus was entirely on me and what I needed.

Under his skilled touch, my body liquefied, accepting a little more. I hissed a sharp breath and locked my arms behind his neck as he pushed forward, needing him to move.

He was so deep.

Some primitive instinct had my hips jerking reflexively, making my eyes roll back in my head. I didn’t know if the accompanying twinge in my core was good or bad, but I wanted to do it again.

“For the love of God, don’t move,” he groaned against my lips, sweat beading on his forehead from the strain of holding himself still. “I’m trying not to come.”

I tried, but it was as if my body was no longer under my control. My lower belly tightened as I rocked forward, the feeling different compared to Killian’s fingers or mouth, but not unwelcome.

So, I did it again.

And again.

“I need…”

“Fuck—what do you need, slugger?” Killian asked, nipping at my lower lip, his eyes unfocused with lust. “This?”

With one thrust, he filled me entirely. I sucked in a ragged breath, my back arching off the bed toward his warm chest. He pulled back until I was almost empty before driving into me again, somehow deeper than before. I ground my hips against his, desperate to hold on against the rush of lightheadedness.

The push and pull between us increased along with the sensation that the room was spinning. I choked back a sob and tightened my fists in his hair as my inner muscles clamped down around him, pulsing and quivering. If that was an orgasm, I didn’t know what the hell I’d been doing before.

Killian’s thrusts turned erratic. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled his mouth down over mine in a sloppy kiss. His body went rigid as he came, before collapsing against my chest, showering me in praise.

I cradled his cheek against my breasts, the sounds of our heavy breathing filling the air. We held each other like that for several minutes before he pulled out and padded into the bathroom.

He hadn’t hurt me—at least, not like I’d expected. I clenched my thighs. There was soreness, but also something else.

Satisfaction.

The bed dipped as he returned, and his strong arms latched around my languid body, pulling me up to his side. I settled in against the crook of his arm and began smoothing his chest hair with my fingertips.

“Can we do that again?” I whispered, tipping my face up to his with a sly grin.

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