Page 73 of Taking Care of You
“Relax, baby,” he whispers, something he’s never called me before, and I melt into the mattress. I love him calling me ‘creep’, but ‘baby’ hits different. I like it. A lot.
I nod and relax as much as possible, letting my body go lax under him.
He captures my lips in a soft kiss, and I feel him reach between our bodies.
Pulling his mouth from mine, he looks down at me, looking a bit shaky. “You ready?”
I nod and concentrate on relaxing.
He exhales shakily, then leans back. Putting a hand on the back of one of my legs, he draws it up until it’s resting on my chest. Automatically, I raise the other one. He looks down at my open body and swallows roughly. Meeting my eyes again, he says, "I'll go slow. Tell me if it hurts, please.”
“Ye-yeah. I will.”
The first push into me feels like he’s slicing me open. The sharp pain has me crying out and I tense before I can stop myself.
Ethan pauses over me. “You okay? Want me to stop?”
I shake my head vigorously. “It’ll feel better when we get past this part. It’s my first time—pain is a given.”
Again, he pushes into me, and it hurts, but not as bad as the first time. Ethan rocks into me, sliding in inch after slow inch. It still hurts, but not terribly.
It takes a few long minutes to get his whole length inside of me. When his thighs hit my ass, he stops. I gasp when he bottoms out, emotion almost overwhelming me. I open eyes I didn’t realize I closed, trying to absorb the enormity of the situation. Ethan is likewise affected, staring at where our bodies meet, an almost dazed look on his face.
His eyes flick up to mine, and he asks me, “You okay?” His voice is tight and thin, like it’s taking effort to squeeze the words out.
I’m okay. It feels different, being so full like this. Feeling something other than my fingers inside me. A lot of pressure, but not bad. Not bad at all.
Swallowing hard as I pant, I finally manage to say, “Yes…I’m okay,”
When he draws his hips back, I groan, but not in pain. The drag of his cock feels good. When he slides back in, I dig my fingers into his biceps, moaning as I enjoy this new sensation. He does it again, pulling out and sliding in with slow, measured strokes, and I’m loving it. Loving this. Loving the connection. Loving that it’s Ethan.
Loving him.
Dropping to his elbows, Ethan gives me a blistering kiss, making my body vibrate with all the new sensations. While his kiss is heated, his hips thrust into me slowly and gently.
He pulls his mouth from mine and grabs my waist with one hand. “Oh, God. You feel so good.” Ethan rolls his hips and I arch into him, wanting more. “Talk to me. Tell me how it feels.”
Biting my lip, I arch up and kiss him again.
“Feels…good…” I manage to squeak out when our lips separate.
He speeds up, then he hits that spot I’ve read about but could never reach.
“Oh fuck,” I moan loudly, before I can clamp my mouth shut. “Right there. Again. Do that again.”
Taking my direction, he thrusts into me, his thighs hitting my ass and the head of his dick stroking across my prostate. He angles his hips and moves inside me, constantly hitting that spot and making me tremble.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” Ethan tells me roughly. “This is gonna be quick.”
I nod, then grab my cock and jerk myself as he’s fucking into me. A few more thrusts of him hitting that magic spot has me coming in waves, my orgasm shooting out of me.
“Faster, please,” I beg, so he can come.
I want to see him lose control.
Ethan repositions himself, sliding his hands under me and gripping my ass. He pulls me onto him while thrusting into me quickly, rolling his hips into me deliciously.
“Oh, yes. Yes, babe. Like that,” I moan.
