Page 50 of Captured Solace

She nodded, her dark eyes fixing on me with a trusting expression that made my cock throb. I leaned over and opened the side table where I’d put a bottle of lube earlier. She watched as I sat back on my heels and coated my dick.

“Am I not wet enough?” she asked quietly.

“You’re soaked,” I assured her. “But I want to make sure it doesn’t hurt for you. And there’s nothing wrong with having to use lube, plenty of people do.”

She nodded, her eyes closing halfway as I massaged the lube into her pussy. Dipping my fingers into the tight, hot heaven between her legs. Then I wiped my hands and slid back over her body. Her dark eyes met mine as I lined myself up with her entrance and the flicker of fear gave me pause.

“It’s okay, I’m fine,” she whispered. “I want this.”

I slipped my hand between us and gripped the base of my cock, guiding the very tip into her pussy. She winced and closed her eyes. Pausing, I waited until she relaxed around the half inch of cock inside her. Then I pushed and she let out a sharp gasp, her hands flying up to my chest.

“Fuck, are you alright?” I asked, brushing her hair back and cradling her face.

She flushed and lowered her hands. “Yes, I’m fine, sorry, I’m fine.”

I bent, pressing light kisses up her neck until her body relaxed. She reached down and gripped my hips, tugging them close, indicating I should keep going. I hesitated, wondering if this was a good idea after all. The tip of my dick was being squeezed like a vise, but she was looking up at me with those dark eyes, pleading with me to keep trying.

I braced myself and gave a sharp little push.

“Fuck!” she hissed.

“Too much?”

“Don’t move,” she begged.

I kept still, feeling her pulse like a heartbeat around the tip of my cock. She breathed in slowly and then nodded and I pushed in a little more. God, she was incredibly tight. Almost uncomfortably tight. I ran a hand over my face to clear the sweat gathering on my forehead and studied my wife.

She didn’t look comfortable. In fact, she looked like she was in pain and I didn’t like it.

“Okay, I’m ready,” she whispered.

I was about a third of the way in and I could feel her body resisting the thickest part of my cock. I knew what was coming, but I wasn’t sure what to do but just get through it.

Bracing my knee, I gave another quick push and she whimpered. Her eyes widened and her hips jerked up against mine, her pupils blown. I was halfway in and she couldn’t take it. This wasn’t going to work, I needed to find another way of doing this so she wasn’t in agony. Hell, it didn’t even feel good for me with her gripping my cock so hard it was cutting off the blood supply.

“Let’s try another position, okay, baby?” I breathed.

“What position? Your dick isn’t just going to get smaller because you stood up,” she said.

“No, but you’ll be tighter and looser depending on your position,” I said. “I’m going to pull out now and it might hurt a little. Okay?”

She nodded and I slid out of her tight pussy and looked down to survey the damage. Goddamn, there was a little crimson patch on the bed between her thighs. I released a sigh, angry with myself and what I’d done to her, and got to my feet. Her eyes widened, falling on my cock.

“You have blood on you,” she whispered.

I looked down. “I do.”

“Am I bleeding?”

I parted her thighs and observed the crimson between them. “Not anymore.”

She glanced down and chewed on her lip. “Thank you for not…you know.”

I frowned. “I’m not a monster, Sienna.”

She nodded quickly. “I didn’t mean that.”

“I do still intend on fucking you, baby girl.” I pulled her to her feet and she gave a little gasp at the stain where we’d laid together. “Go wash up in the bathroom and then we’ll try something else.”

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