Page 48 of Quarantined
“Ow. Ow. Ow. Fuck!” I whimper like a hurt feral animal. I knew it was going to be painful but holy motherfucker. My insides are burning. My face is scrunched up. I am clawing at his shoulders, enough to leave scratches.
This sucks.
“I am so sorry, baby,” Milo has a genuinely pained look on his face. “There is no way around the pain. Try to relax into it. It will hurt less if you do.” He holds perfectly still, letting me get used to his size.
He kisses me all over my face and neck, licking and sucking, I think to distract me from the pain. He whispers sweet nothings into my ears.
"You are so beautiful."
"You blow my mind."
"You are amazingly talented."
"I am in awe of you, Raven."
"I have never met anyone like you."
Even as he is inside me, I am a sucker for his compliments. It distracts me from the pain. I forget about the burning sensation and moan as he sucks on my ear lobe.
“Baby, I am going to move now. Tell me to stop if it’s too much,” he whispers in my ear.
“Okay,” I can barely choke out, already dreading this.
He pulls back just a little.Ouch Ouch Ouch.My walls are burning as he moves.
He gently slides back in, studying my face. I am sure he can see how miserable I am. From the pained look on his face, I can tell he is doing everything he can to hold back. He waits and repeats. After a few moments, he finds a gentle rhythm.
Slowly, I can feel his crescendo building. He looks really far gone, breathing heavily and panting. I don’t think he wants to hold back, but he is controlling himself. I want the pain to end.
Reid and I have watched porn together, like we do everything else together. I have seen enough porn to know that a guy can climax during sex if he can speed up a bit.
I slide my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to encourage him to speed up. Milo starts to increase his tempo. I brace myself against him by putting my head in the hollow of his neck. I want him to finish, but I don’t want him to stop if he sees my pained expression.
I dig my fingers in his back and hold onto him, as painful tears seep out of my eyes. After a few thrusts, I feel Milo’s hands fisting into my hair, and his body clamping up.
“Fuck,” Milo roars out.
I feel a warmth spreading in my belly, and I know he came inside me. I am not comfortable with that. But again, I should have said something earlier.
He slowly pulls out as I flinch, and collapses on top of me. One of his hands is still wrapped around my waist.
He is breathing on my cheek and absentmindedly kissing my cheek every so often. I have never felt so close to Milo. Is this what sex does? Bring people this level of intimacy.
I feel unsure of what we did. But a sick part of me, the one that always craves his attention, is happy for this level of closeness. The one that can only be attained through physical intimacy.
Eventually Milo stirs and kisses me on the neck. He shifts to my side, arms still around me, and pulls me in with my back to his front.
“Are you okay?”
“Yep.”
“Are you sure?”
I nod.
“That was amazing,” He murmurs in my hair. “I have never experienced anything like that. It was the only thing that could’ve calmed me down today. Thank you.” He kisses my temple. “You are so amazing.” He grabs my hand and kisses each one of my fingers.
“I am?”
