Once I relaxed, his fingers withdrew, and he stretched for the jelly again.
I practically vibrated with anticipation. I wanted him so badly, to beonewith him, for him to live inside me.
He pressed his head against me, testing, teasing.
He felt so big.
For a moment, I wondered—
He slipped inside.
All the airwooshedout of my lungs.
God, he felt good.
And damn, he hurt.
“Slow,” I begged. “Easy.”
He held there, unmoving, his body hovering over mine, his cock a third of the way inside me. I opened my eyes, not realizing they’d been squeezed shut. He was staring. His gaze held every ounce of love and compassion the world possessed. In his eyes, I saw our future, our past, our every waking moment. I saw our hopes and dreams, our long lives filled with joy and laughter.
In that brilliant, frozen moment, everything was as it should be.
“Ready?” he whispered, his voice a husky shell of itself. That made me shiver again.
I nodded, a frantic gesture, unable to speak.
He pressed deeper, slowly, one centimeter at a time, his eyes never leaving mine.
Hunger consumed me when he hit halfway, and I reached up, gripped his ass, and shoved him all the way in.
He gaped right as my eyes clamped shut again, pain and pleasure, a blinding cocktail of perfection, filling every corner of my being.
“Are you okay?”
“Stay right there,” I said, wishing the moment could last a lifetime. “Don’t move.”
“Tell me that, and I’llnevermove.”
I almost melted.
Then he slid back, almost pulling himself out. The air in my lungs went with him.
And back in again, this time one smooth motion ending when he hit a kidney or lung, I wasn’t sure.
My whole body arched.
He gripped my legs.
Gentle tenderness fell away as unbridled passion took hold.
Thomas thrust himself into me with all the force and strength he could muster. His hunger filled me with desire and need and every other emotion we’d kept pent up.
My fingers dug into his flesh, willing him deeper, wishing he could slam into me so hard I felt him for days.
And so, he did.
Again and again and again.