Page 27 of Surrender Your Grace
“I can’t wait any longer,” he murmured, gruff with restraint. “I will be gentle, but you may still feel a pinch. After this first time, there will only be pleasure.”
He aligned their hips, guiding his aching length to her opening, swirling the head against her slick heat. Looking down at her beautiful face—lips worried between her teeth, eyes squeezed tight as if bracing for execution—he dipped inside just enough to stay seated and settled close, his mouth hovering above hers.
“Eyes open, sweet pea,” he coaxed, voice husky with promise. “I want to see you when I take you for the first time.”
When her lashes fluttered open, he claimed her fully—body to body, flesh into flesh. Her heart and soul would take time, but he intended to win those too.
He felt the resistance as he slid deeper and stopped, watching her expression twist in alarm. Her palms pressed against his chest.
“Please, stop. We don’t fit.”
He linked their fingers. A big man with every inch proportionate, he knew it would take care.
“We’ll fit. There will be a moment of discomfort then pleasure.
“You’re too big,” she gasped, her breaths shallow and quick.
“Trust me. You will stretch to accommodate my size.”
He saw the silent plea in her tear-filled eyes and knew he was asking a lot. Their marriage might be legal, but they were still strangers in so many ways. He didn’t blame her hesitation—but he wouldn’t retreat.
“You’re incredibly snug, but what we’ve done has you slick enough to take me. If you breathe deeply and relax your tensemuscles, I’ll slide right in. That will put an end to the pain so that pleasure may follow.”
“How embarrassing,” she whispered, cheeks flaming.
“Let’s try to focus on the matter at hand. We can talk about why there is no need to ever be ashamed with your husband, later.”
Closing her eyes tighter, which he didn’t think possible, she inhaled deeply then nodded. “All right, Andrew. I’ll trust you to know how this goes.”
He smiled at her actions, more than her words, because with that deep breath he slid in deeper. The barrier held, however. No sense in prolonging the inevitable. With one firm thrust, he broke through, making her his.
He groaned at the sensation of claiming her utterly. Her whimper and nails biting into his shoulders were a fair exchange for what he’d taken. He bore it gladly.
He kissed away her tears, tracing the flushed path of her cheeks, murmuring words of praise and encouragement. Her body trembled beneath him, exquisite and warm.
Minutes passed. He remained embedded in her heat, unmoving, letting her adjust. But the torture of stillness wore thin. He pulled out slowly then slid back with equal care. Watching her face—searching for pain, panic—he found neither. Only wonder.
“Is it easing?” he asked
Gold-tipped lashes lifted. He saw a new light in her eyes, equal parts desire, confusion, and awe.
“There was more than a pinch,” she said pointedly. “It burned. But now there’s a fullness. And something else.”
“What else?” he asked, thrusting gently again.
Blushing, she looked away. He caught her chin, tilting her face to his. “Tell me.”
“A tingling. In my breasts. And… between my… uh…”
She faltered, glowing like sunrise.
“There’s a burning. And a restlessness. I’ve never felt anything like it. Is something wrong with me?”
He kissed her tenderly, brushing from mouth to cheek to ear. “Nothing is wrong. You’re perfect. Your body is responding to mine. Where I’m deep, you’ve softened, stretching further. You’re slick, wet, willing. The friction where we connect—that’s pleasure. For both of us. Isn’t it?”
“Yes,” she whispered, half moan, half revelation.
As if testing that it was true, her muscles tightened, squeezing him in a warm, wet hug.
