Page 115 of Swept for Forever
This wasn’t just about penetration. It was everything else. The way he moved for me, not against me, and the way hegave—his weight, his restraint, his absolute focus. Carrying me through it wasn’t just his role; it was his privilege.
“Are you okay, Otter?”
I nodded, barely able to find my voice. “Yeah…”
He started to move. Shallow strokes, barely there, though they somehow still scattered stars behind my eyes.
“Can I try deeper?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
The next stretch made me wince, a sudden flash. But it passed just as quickly, replaced by a heat that curled inward and bloomed outward, winding through every nerve.
He gradually pulled back. And that…that was the magic. My body clung to the pleasure he left behind. It tingled at every edge and sparked behind my ribs.
I lifted my hips in offering.
And Dom knew exactly what I needed. He entered me again. This time, my body welcomed the stretch, already learning him.
“Deeper,” I begged, half-moan, half-challenge.
He moved.
A cry cracked in my throat as the burn returned.
He stopped instantly, still buried partway inside me. He pulled back just enough for the pain to ebb.
“You okay?”
“Yeah,” I whispered, clinging to his arms. “Don’t go far.”
“I’ll stay here a while,” he assured me. His mouth traced its way down, lavishing my breasts, his tongue coaxing and calming with every suck at my nipple. His hips rocked in the smallest motions, barely there, but enough. Enough to guide my body toward wanting more.
The pain began to dissolve.
In its place was heat, sensation, and depth. All of him—hischest, his abs, his mouth—worked in concert, as if every part of him was tuned to me.
“Keep going. I can take you, Dom,” I whispered again.
He pushed in, longer now, to the hilt. Trusting me. Trusting us.
And God, the way he fit… My body clung to him, held him, and pulled him in. His groan broke against my throat, and I felt it everywhere.
He started to thrust, and I met him without thinking. My hips answered his, my body choosing him again and again with every glide and every tightening wave.
It still hurt…yes, it hurt.
But the pain was the kind you let sweep through you for someone who might just be your forever.
“Oh, you’re close, baby. I can feel it.”
I hadn’t understood whatclosemeant until he said it. Back in Idaho Falls, those first orgasms with him had swept me away. Soul-deep, yes, but the path there was crowded with nerves, my head full of how to please him instead of what I was feeling.
Tonight was different. Tonight I had room to breathe, to pay attention to him and to myself. And when he moved again, I knew exactly whatclosemeant.
Close was an ache in my core, a gasp trapped in my lungs, and a hot rush I couldn’t contain.
And then I flew.
