Page 134 of The Bachelor

“Breathe.”

I listened to his voice, the tears soaking my skin as they dripped from the sides of my eyes.

“I’m not going to move. I’m going to stay just like this until you’re ready.”

I had all of him now, and I could feel myself pulsing around him.

My body wasn’t used to this foreign thickness or length, so much larger than the half of a finger or tampon that it got regularly.

And even though the hot flames were still there, they didn’t get worse. In fact, as the seconds passed, they lightened just the smallest bit.

“Look at you. Handling me so well. And how many times did I say you wouldn’t be able to?”

I knew what he was doing, and I appreciated it.

But I couldn’t laugh.

I couldn’t speak.

All I could do was breathe, and I wasn’t doing a very good job at that.

“Your pussy is vibrating against me.”

I nodded, the final tear falling, the sound that escaped me letting him know I could feel it too. And when enough time passed, when the pain just started to subside, I said in my lowest voice, “Make me feel good, Camden. Make me somehow forget about all this pain.”

He kissed across both cheeks, licking away my tears. “Baby …”

My entire body tensed, waiting for the hurt to return as he glided back toward his tip, almost fully pulling out of me, and then he sank right back in.

It was there, a dull gnawing, a sharpness that I’d never forget, but it didn’t increase like I’d anticipated.

It stayed consistent.

And it was that consistency that I began to get used to.

“Ah.” The reaction that came out of me wasn’t drawn out, but it was raw. “Oh fuck.”

His forehead pressed against mine. “Nothing has ever felt as fucking incredible as you.”

My fingers were on his shoulder.

Biting.

Stabbing as he moved out and buried back in. Each time, I held all the air in my lungs, counting down the seconds for the moment he’d promised. The one where there was even a hint of pleasure. And even though his lips were on mine and his body leaned up, his hand trickling down my navel until it landed on my clit, I was still searching for that feeling.

It didn’t happen immediately.

It took multiple swipes of my clit until I finally felt it.

Maybe it was just that friction, the combination that my body desired.

Maybe I really was getting used to his size.

But the tears had dried, and my breathing wasn’t nearly as labored, and I pulled my nails out of his shoulder.

“Mmm. Fuck yes. You’re starting to feel it.”

He didn’t ask.

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