Page 66 of Loving the Sinner
“I’ll go slow Elli, I’m going to try and make this as painless as possible for you.” Wes says, reading my mind. “Lay back baby, grab a pillow for me?” I hand him a pillow and he puts it under my butt.
Then, he slides the condom over his cock and leans over me, kissing me gently. I feel the tip of him hit my clit and I gasp into his mouth, causing him to smirk.
“I’m going to put the tip in now, okay? You let me know if you need to stop anytime and we will.”
“Okay.” I agree, and he pushes the tip into my opening. The stretch isn’t bad, it’s a little painful, but I’m still wet from my orgasm so it’s not meeting much resistance.
Wes instructs me to take a deep breath, and when I release it, he slides in a little more, then repeats the process until he’s seated all the way inside me. He was met with a little bit of resistance at the very end, it filled me with a burning sensation, but in a pleasurable way.
Now, fully inside me, the fullness and pleasure I feel outweighs any initial pain. I need more. I need him to move. I look up to see Wes’s eyes squeezed shut.
“Damn it, Elli. You’re so fucking warm. So tight. I don’t know how long I’ll last.” He says through gritted teeth.
“Just move, Wes please. I need you to move.”
Wes curses again, then starts at an agonizingly slow pace. I don’t know if he's going slow because of me or because he’s trying to hold off on his own orgasm, but I need more.
“Faster, please!” I practically sob.
“Fuck, are you sure?”
“Yes!”
Wes picks up speed, his mouth latching to my nipple,
gently nibbling and sucking on it.
The onslaught of pleasure brings me so close to an orgasm so fast that I feel like I’m getting whiplash.
“Elli, baby, please tell me you’re close.”
“I’m close!”
Wes stops biting my nipples to bring two fingers to my clit where he pushes down hard and I detonate.
Colorful spots dot my vision as my whole body tenses and shakes and the most overwhelming pleasure I’ve ever had fizzles through my blood and spreads throughout my entire body.
Wes stiffens and slams into me one last time and I feel him pulse his own release into the condom, groaning my name as he comes.
It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Elli,” Wes says breathlessly, “that was…”
“Amazing.” I finish for him.
“Yeah, baby. It was amazing. Thank you for trusting me.”
“Thank you for making it amazing. I love… that you were my first. You made it special, mademefeel special.”
If Wes notices my almost slip up, he doesn’t say anything and I’m glad. I can’t believe I almost just told him I love him while he’s still half hard inside of me!
“You are special, baby. Come on, let’s go get cleaned up.” He places a gentle kiss on my nose, then stands andwalks to his bathroom. He’s discarded the condom and turned the shower on by the time I join him.
He checks the temperature before guiding me into the tub and underneath the stream of warm water. He gently washes my hair, making sure not to get any shampoo in my eyes, then gently detangles it with a comb he has in the shower before putting conditioner on my ends.
I would be surprised that he knows how to take care of my hair like this if it weren’t for his own beautiful hair. He clearly isn’t a “3-in-one” type of guy.
I return the favor by washing and conditioning his hair, then we take turns soaping each other's bodies. He’s hard again by the time we’re done, but he won’t let me take care of it for him.
