Page 48 of The First Play

And I’m not the only one feeling this way.

My breath catches as he starts to grind against me. My body responds like it’s the most natural thing in the world, and I thrust back, my hips seeking him out. His dick pokes me, and he’s not quite lined up properly.

“Wait,” I squeak and reach between us, parting my folds for him and guiding his dick to my entrance.

A quivering fear travels through me, and for a second, I can’t breathe as he locks eyes with me.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

And he moves his hips in one smooth thrust.

“Ah!” My cry is kind of feral, and I’d probably be embarrassed if I wasn’t in so much pain.

“Oh shit, are you okay?”

“Yes,” I rasp as I adjust to this foreign presence in my most private place. I feel like he’s just ripped me in half, the burning sensation traveling through me a hot fire that’s scorching.

Gritting my teeth, I blink at the tears stinging my eyes as Zander lightly squeezes my shoulders.

“What should I do?”

“Just don’t move,” I whimper.

“I can get out. Should I get out?”

“No.”

“I don’t want to hurt you. I’m hurting you. I can tell I’m hurting you.”

“Just shut up for a second and don’t move.” I squeeze my eyes shut. “I want you in here. I do. Just let me adjust to you.”

“Okay.” He sounds unsure, and I dig my fingers into his shoulders when he seems to want to get off me.

“You’re big,” I squeak.

“You’re tight,” he whispers, brushing his lips across my cheek and kissing my tears away. “You feel fucking amazing, Sen.”

I blink, pulling my head back so I can look up at his beautiful face. “It doesn’t hurt for you?”

“No. I mean, it’s a new sensation, you know… but it’s not painful.” His expression crumples. “I’m sorry it is for you. Maybe I should have just inched in slowly instead of?—”

“No, that’s okay. It’s starting to feel better now.”

“Really?” His gaze softens with relief.

“Yeah. I think it was just a shock, you know? I didn’t know what to expect, but my body wants you in here, I swear. I just, um…” My breath catches as I drink in his expression. “I love you,” I mouth because I don’t have a voice right now.

He swipes the last of my tears away with his thumb and lightly pecks my nose.

“I love you too.” His husky voice is in play, and my insides tremble with this overwhelming emotion that makes me want to cry for a whole different reason.

I’ve never felt so connected to another human being before.

Running my hand over his shoulder and down his arm, I notice that he’s trembling.

“Are you okay?” Concern flashes through me. “Why are you shaking?”

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