Page 59 of Sins of the Orchid
Our gazes met, his darkness commanding my body. I realized I have always relished in Santi’s darkness. Maybe because in it, I also found safety. I wasn’t sure, all I knew was that I wanted him and felt safe with him.
“It will fit,” he assured me with a tortured groan. “You can take it. Trust me, baby.”
A shuddering breath left me, and my eyes locked on his large cock. I trusted him; I really did.
I swallowed. “I haven’t… I haven’t done this before.”
If he decided to stop now, I’d kill him, but it was only fair I warned him. Anticipation hummed between my thighs, an aching need for him consuming me.
If I thought he’d stop, I was dead wrong because something feral and possessive crossed his expression, and he pressed his lips against mine.
“I’ll be gentle,” he rasped.
“Not too gentle,” I choked, attempting to tease, but his eyes darkened, and passion burned in them, setting me aflame.
“The second time nothing will save you,” he croaked. “But for your first time, I'll be gentle. Trust me.”
My heart fluttered in my chest and drifted off to him.
“I trust you,” I whispered. I trusted him with all my heart.
I could feel his hard shaft poised at my entrance. He felt hot against it, my pussy clenching for more of him and my breathing erratic. I watched in fascination where our bodies connected. Two becoming one.
“Fuck!” he cursed, and my eyes snapped to him.
“What’s the matter?”
“Condom,” he gritted out.
“I’m on the pill,” I moaned, raising my hips, feeling his shaft slide deeper. My eyes lowered again, something so erotic about seeing his length pressed against my entrance, the tip of it barely inside me. It ignited a heat at my core. “I’m clean.”
He breathed out. “I’m clean too.” He lowered his forehead against mine. “I always use a condom.”
I lifted my hips further to encourage him forward. “Please,” I panted. “Don’t make me wait.”
“You are an eager woman,” he choked out in an anguished chuckle.
“At least you called me a woman,” I muttered. “Now, fuck me, Santi.”
I barely registered as he moved, and his hand curved at my nape as he brought my head up. His eyes grew dark, and every nerve flared within my body with excitement. With life. For Santi.
“I say when I fuck you.” There was a tightness in his voice, laced with sex and tension that I was dying to break.
“Fine,” I said. “When will you fuck me?”
He shook his head, though a flicker of amusement danced in his eyes, mixing with his strained desire.
Holding my gaze, he nudged deeper into my entrance with the tip of his hot, hard cock. There was a slight sting, and I frowned at the pain. He was trying to be gentle, but I almost wanted him to thrust in hard, ripping my barriers in one move. This… this was too painful.
He pushed his hips forward, the shallow thrust causing me to whimper. He pressed his lips against my mouth, and my lips parted, welcoming him in. A noise unlike any other trembled from my lips as he pushed in further. My skin was hot, burning through me.
“It’s okay,” he murmured against me, our breathing as one. His kiss turned harder, biting and sucking. I hungered so much for him, I needed more. Yet the pain had me hesitating. “You feel so good, baby.”
His words sank into my heart and filled me with warmth. I wanted to please him, make him feel good.
I lifted my ass, needing more of him inside me. This fucking ache was killing me.
He nudged further, entering me slowly, his big size stretching me. Breaking our kiss, I watched in fascination at our joined bodies, and the sense of completeness overwhelmed every single cell of me.
