“But—“
“Just a pause,” I cut her off, and she blinked. “You’re mine, princess. Today, tomorrow, always. Is that understood?” She nodded. “Since you’re mine, I need to know you feel good. If something’s too much or hurts, all you have to do is say something, and we can pause. Take a moment. I never want to hurt you.” She stared at me with her beautiful wide eyes before they dropped and she shyly looked back up at me through her thick, dark lashes and nodded.
“I need the words, Vi.” Her hands rose and cupped my face, making my eyes flutter shut. Jesus, just her sweet touch could make me come undone.
“I’ll tell you if I need us to slow down or stop. I promise.”
“And if you’re hurting?—“
“I know,” she whispered, a breath away from my lips. Too close. And whatever string of control I had broke. I lifted her up even though we were in bed, and her pretty legs wrapped around my waist. I hefted us towards the headboard, where I adjusted us so I was sitting with her straddling me.
“I want you on top.”
“Really?” she asked.
“You’re still sore from yesterday, and this way, you can be in control of how much you can take.”
“Oh.” She chewed on her bottom lip nervously.
“Look at me, gorgeous.” Her gaze locked with mine. “You got this, beautiful. You can do it.”
“I just… I don’t know what I’m doing.” Her eyes bore into mine, and our heartbeats synced.
“I’ll walk you through it. There is nothing you have to worry about, princess.” When I shifted, the head of my dick slid perfectly between her folds, and I winced.
“Did I hurt you?” she asked with so much innocence, but all I could do was grunt.
“No. Not at all.” I swallowed hard. My hands gripped her flared hips. “You’re so wet.”
“I’m sorry.” Even her apology was fucking sexy. My cock jerked, twitching against her dewiness.
“I’m not.” My tongue skimmed my lower lip. I breathed in, and damn, I could smell her arousal. She made my mouth water. I wanted her more than anything in the world. “I love how wet you are for me, Violeta. Your body knows you belong to me.”
“Why is that so hot?” she purred, lifting up. Our attention went between our bodies. I reached for my dick and glided it against her.
“Because it’s you and me. We belong together. Look at all this honey,” I growled. The head of my dick was shiny with her essence. “So much for me. You’re all nice and wet so I can slide right in, aren’t you, princess?” I asked filthily.
It was her first time. I should be whispering sweet nothings, but judging by the way her breathing shallowed and her eyes dilated, my girl liked it dirty. She nodded, and I swallowed. “We still good?” I asked with an edge to my tone.
“Perfect,” she whispered. I lined myself up her entrance. Again, there was something in her eyes, recognition of some kind. Her body’s natural instinct kicked in, and she started to drop down. Her little opening was tight, and as I started to slipin, stretching her wet warmth, I thought if I died right there, I’d be a happy man.
“Slow, princess.” There was a roughness in my voice. My grip on her ass tightened, and I forced my eyes to stay open. It was hard. She felt so damn good I was afraid of embarrassing myself.
“Wow,” she whispered. Her gaze glittered with awe. Her sweet tightness clenched around me, feeling me, tentatively getting used to the invasion of my dick into her body. “You feel so good, Logan. I didn’t know it could be like this.”
“Princess.” Her sweet little words had me on edge. My toes curled and my muscles tightened while my girl rose and dropped back down, taking just the tip. Unknowingly and innocently giving me a show with how her pretty tits bounced and jiggled.
“This is so much better than my toys,” she gasped, taking me just a little deeper inside of her. She was tight. So tight, I knew it was the right call to have her ride me this first time. There was no way I would have had the self-control of going as slowly as she needed had I been on top of her.
“Fuck,” I cursed. The image of her in bed, playing, giving me a show, hit me hard and made me even harder, something she most definitely felt as her eyes widened.
“You got thicker,” she breathed, rising up and then dropping down.
I wasn’t a patient man by any means. I never had been. But it was something that came naturally with Violet. There was an overwhelming need to give her exactly what she needed and wanted that plowed through everything else. All that mattered was my girl.
“Take your time,” I gruffed. Her forehead pressed against mine and the sweetness of her breath tickled my lips.
“I want more,” she whimpered as wetness dripped between us. “I need more.”
