Page 114 of Them Bones

If someone asked him if he believed in God at that exact moment, he’d have said yes.

He knew he was talking to her, holding her cheek in his hand and murmuring sweetly to her to get her to relax, but he had no idea what he was saying. He was too focused onnot movinguntil she’d had a moment or ten to adjust to him being inside of her. He was also afraid if he moved even an inch, he’d come.

It was otherworldly. His temples and neck and back were covered in a light sheen of sweat as he fought for control of his body, but she was as tight as a vice, her inner muscles contracting at the invasion and fighting to push him out. He was right on the edge, afraid that he wouldn’t even make it to ‘one pump chump’ for her first time…

“It’s too big,” she choked out, her nails digging into his back. “You’re… too big.”

“You're sweet, baby…” he murmured against her lips. “But.. are you… okay?”

“It hurts,” she said sharply, “more than I thought… a lot more… but…” she pulled him closer and he let his head dropinto her neck, “it’s still better than I ever imagined… being full of you…”

He groaned and his hips circled involuntarily, just a tiny bit. She hissed, and he was pretty sure her nails were breaking his skin, but he didn’t care. He circled again, small and slow, and heard her start to pant.

“Are you… going to move… a bit… more?” she asked breathlessly.

“Normally, yeah? But, um… I think if I move too much right this second I’ll just come, and then, you know… that’s pretty disappointing…”

He felt pressure on his chest as she pushed him back a little, her eyes glassy with both pain and pleasure, her lips swollen and red from kissing.

“Shane, this isn’t disappointing.Youcould never be disappointing,” she murmured.

He circled his hips again and her mouth fell open.

“Fish face,” he whispered.

“Shut the fuck up,” she whispered back, biting his lip and then kissing him, hard.

He started to move in earnest, then, sliding out of her, her body tensing and pulling away at what he was sure was probably a lot of pain, but as he sank back in she relaxed, her hips meeting his, her fingers on his pecs and her tongue in his mouth.

He repeated the motion, this time both of them making an unintelligible noise that probably didn’t sound human.

As he started to rock into her, he felt one of her heels circle up and around his hip, digging into his ass cheek.

“I want you to speed up,” she said, urging him with her heel.

He didn’t fight her, increasing his speed, sweat rolling down his back in earnest, their foreheads damp and their bodies sticky.

Her other foot found his ass too, and she pushed harder.

“Laney, I’m trying to be gentle…” he moaned, a bead of sweat rolling down his neck. Her tongue darted out and caught it.

“Fuckgentle,” she said. “Be you.”

He unleashed himself on her.

She held on for dear life as he pumped into her so hard he thought he might split her in half. He was fucking her body right off the mattress, up towards the headboard, her arms darting above her head for leverage to keep him from slamming the top of her skull into the wall. He thrust so hard that his back ached, and his knees burned from the friction against the textured duvet, and he felt like his neck and wrists were going to snap.

She started making strange little noises in his ear, like she was trying to talk but couldn’t form words.

“Fuck,” he moaned, “fuck…”

He could feel her inner muscles start to clench and spasm around his cock, a frantic resistance, trying to push his body out of her.

“Shane?” she whimpered in his ear, like she wasn’t sure what was happening.

“Come with me, baby,” he told her. “Come with me…”

And she did. As he tipped over the edge of the world, surrendering to the darkness of the universe with a roar, he felt her explode around his cock, wave after wave of spasms milking him dry, their bodies wringing each other out with vehemence.

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