Page 78 of Beautifully Broken
“Never have, but now I wish I had.” Seriously, why did I never trust myself enough to explore my body more? His finger thrusts in and out as I feel myself getting even wetter.
He smiles, looking at me adoringly. “I love getting to experience this with you.”
My breath hitches as he adds a second finger. He holds them in, letting me adjust.
“I promise you can fit me.” Slowly, he begins to move them, and his skin rubbing inside increases pleasure as it builds.
As I feel my body contract around his fingers, I begin rubbing my clit, and his pace picks up.
“Add a third.”
“Ava.” His tone wavers, but he keeps his pace. “Enjoy this first.”
I did ask him to take the lead.
My release barrels toward its peak as I rub myself and feel his two fingers pull apart, stretching me a bit more.
“Fuck me instead,” I pant. “I want to come again with you inside me. You have me so close.”
This time, he doesn’t stall or seem reserved. “Keep rubbing your clit like a good girl.”
“Don’t call me that.” My lungs cease, but only for a moment before I block out my past and focus on my present, on the man who holds me softly and doesn’t judge me.
“Noted.” Kissing me on the forehead, he reaches over me to retrieve a condom. I focus on the sight of him rolling it onto his thick, beautiful dick as I continue rubbing circles over my clit. “Watching you touch yourself is so fucking hot, Ava.” His broad shoulders hover above me as he notches himselfbetween my legs, and this position is one I’ll never stop dreaming about. But then he pauses and asks, “Do you want to be the one on top to control the speed?”
I think for a second.
“Actually, yes.” Not because I don’t trust him, but I think it might help me to stay in the moment. Braiden sits against the headboard as my heart leaps to my throat. My hands rest on his shoulders as his dick slowly slides against my clit. We stare at each other as I take a steadying breath and line myself up. This moment is real and ours. Emotions run high as I feel the tip of him breach my opening.
“Nice and slow, Ava Rose.” His thumb lightly circles my clit as I lower myself over the head.
Not too bad. Sinking farther, I forget to breathe, feeling my body want to force him out. The pain pinches before his other hand holds the globe of my ass and lifts me back up.
“Deep breaths and don’t try to take me all at once. Ease up and down the tip to get used to the size.” Encouraging me with a gentle tone, he stares into my eyes.
On another deep breath, I slide back down, my wetness taking me farther than before, and I let it without resisting. Coming back up, I do it again, my lips rolling inward to my teeth, wanting to sink down and adjust. So, I do, and am immediately met with a pinch deep inside me, a pressure that has my nails digging into his chest. His sharp exhale is followed by a moan, and I remain still, feeling myself constricting around him. I did it, but as I lift myself back up and down, I remain sitting on his dick, wondering if the pain will stop.
“So. Fucking. Tight.” His voice strains.
“You’re telling me.” I huff a laugh. “But you’re right. It fit.” I wince.
Sitting up enough to reach me, he kisses me, and butterflies momentarily take my mind off any pain. “You were made for me.”
With his words as my inspiration, I lift slowly, feeling a sting before sinking back down. But I keep going, knowing it’ll get better… and then I feel something release in my lower stomach as I tilt my hips back, bringing him in deeper. Oh yeah, the sensation in this position is something I’ll crave once the pain fully subsides. When I move my hips again, his length rubbing that spot inside me, I moan long and low.
“That’s it, baby. Whatever makes you feel good. You’re making me feel incredible.”
A sudden tsunami of emotion hits me, realizing how far I’ve come with him. I’ve pictured this moment a thousand different times and never thought I’d get to this point. Staring down at us joined, sharing this intimacy by choice, is literally a dream come true. Now, I want to get lost in the pleasure of his touch. I want to hand over some control.
“Lay me down, Braiden.”
He nods and wraps his arms around me. Carefully, he holds us together as I’m set on my back, with him above me.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” I whisper, on the verge of crying.
“I love you so much, Ava. This moment is one for the books.”
“Please don’t add this condom to your scrapbook.”
