Page 117 of Light Up The Night
What if my vagina is not big enough for him?
But then, as he holds stone-still following the second push, I understand the process. My body is adjusting. I feel the burn subside as my sex stretches around him, and the ache is all that is left—the ache of need, the ache of an orgasm I must build up to. The ache of an orgasm only Riley can give me. I tighten my grip on his bottom as I feel myself growing used to the feel of him inside me—the alien fullness, the aching burn. It is strange, but so was kissing, at first. So was the way it felt when he touched my sex with his fingers the first time, and made me come for the first time with his mouth. It was strange when I touched his cockfor the first time. And all of those things I have come to love—to crave.
So too will I come to crave this, I know.
For now, I must focus on the moment.
He shakes above me, panting, sweating.
"Riley?" I breathe. "Are you…are you okay?"
"Yeah," he growls. "Just—”
"Just what? Tell me."
"Trying like hell to go slow, to be gentle. I know I'm a pretty big guy and I don't wanna hurt you."
I caress his cheek, his beard. “You aren't. I promise." I meet him for a kiss. "Keep going."
With a ragged growl, Riley arches over me, dipping his head to my breasts, pausing for breath. And then he pushes a little deeper—gives me a little more of him, and now the ache of stretching around him is a hot burn of muscles and stretched flesh, and my whole body is shaking and all I know is his cock, the way it feels filling me.
Another nudge, and I whimper—he freezes. I claw at his backside, pull at him. Words fail me, butthathe understands.
"Okay?" he breathes.
I can only nod, gasping. "More," I pant. "All."
His mouth fuses to mine and his tongue sweeps against mine, and he cups my face in his free hand, hooks his fingers under my head and lifts me to kiss me deeper, harder, and I give myself to the kiss, lose myself in it, and now the ache of taking him isn't pain any longer but a pleasure unlike anything I've ever known. Riley snarls into the kiss and thrusts deeper, and now his hips bump against mine, and I've taken all of him.
"Cadie," he whispers, his voice shaky. "Fuck. So…so tight." He shakes above me, and I am filled with him.
"Riley!" I breathe. "Ohhh…oh god!"
He rears back to look into my eyes. "Okay, my love?"
I answer him with a kiss, feeling a wildness burgeoning inside me—a kind of fury, but one of love, of need, of desire. I am filled with his cock, and I quake around him, my sex rippling around his thickness. I feel it pulsing inside me, throbbing. I need more. I need him to…I know not what.
But Idoknow; my body knows.
I fuse my mouth to his and devour his breath and give my body free rein. My hips tip, push toward his. This makes him groan, and he shudders, arching.
"Fuck!” he snarls. "I need to move."
"Show me, Riley. I'm ready. You feel—"
He nips my lip. "Tell me how I feel inside you, Cadence."
"Perfect," I whisper. "Too good for words. But I need more."
"Ah god, thank fuck," he breathes. "Fucking torture trying to stay still." He adjusts his weight, kisses me, cups my breast…
Tilts his hips away so his cock slides through my stretched-thin lips, pulling out and out and out…I think I am going to lose him, but he stops at the last instant, and now we are back at the beginning again, just the plump head of his beautiful cock inside me.
And this time, when he enters me, it is a slow, smooth stroke. All at once, I take all of him, and now…now I understand.
I understand why people become obsessed with this act. I understand why it is called “making love."
I whimper as Riley drives into me, and I tilt my hips to meet him, gleefully accelerating our union—there is only ecstasy, now, only the wild thrill of oneness. I hook my feet around his backside and use them to pull him to me, lifting my bottom off the bed to crush upward into his thrust, and I cling to him with one arm around the broad cliff-face of his shoulders and plaster my other hand to his nape, clutching tensing tendons.
