Page 91 of The Overtime Kiss

Draws a sharp breath.

“Fuck, baby,” he grunts out. “You feel so good.”

“You’re not even in me,” I protest.

“I know. And you already feel incredible.”

I wrap my hands around his shoulders, urging him closer.

But he pauses—stilling himself, like he needs to catch his breath.

And in that moment, in that hesitation, my heart pounds so loudly, so…wonderfully.

Because I swear his does too. When he opens his eyes, his voice is low and strained. “Tell me if it hurts.”

He remembers everything—including the fact that I don’t have much experience.

“I know it’s going to feel good,” I say, then urge him on.

He pushes in—gritting his teeth, as if he’s fighting off a groan.

I gasp from the pleasure, from the way it spreads, deep and slow, as he sinks all the way into me.

“Ohhh,” I moan, chased by a little cry.

He breathes out hard too. “This is…”

For the first time, he seems speechless.

He freezes. “I need a moment.”

I stop breathing. I didn’t expect that. I didn’t expect him to have to pull himself together. “You do?” I ask, a little giddy.

“I’ve wanted this so badly. Need to make it good for you.”

“It is good,” I say, and what a thrill to reassure him.

So I do it with actions too. Reaching around, I grab hisass. He’s so firm, so strong, and I can’t wait to hold on as he fucks me.

But he doesn’t start pounding into me like I’m used to.

Instead, he reaches for my right hand, peels it off his ass. Then my left. I’m not sure what to make of the move until he says, “Hands over your head, Sabrina.”

Yes please! I comply.

He stretches over me and pins my wrists down.

Then—he pulls back, slow and lingering.

Taking his time.

Then he slides his cock back in, filling me deeply.

And I moan as my legs shake from the pleasure.

He pulls back, almost all the way out, leaving me empty, wanting.

Then he thrusts deep again, sending hot sparks pulsing through my entire body.

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