He stared at me hard, and for the first time didn’t try to hide his desire. “At some points. But you also need to talk to me. I can’t make you feel good if you don’t tell me what you like.”
I moved over and he slid into the bed, then rolled over me until I was fully under him. The press of his body against mine was enough to make me tremble.
“You’re shaking, Ash.” He said it like an accusation.
“I can’t stop.”
He nodded, then bent to kiss me. The kissing was easy. It was soft and wet and intense, just it like it had been that first time. He kissed me like he might kiss me forever, which was a lovely idea, but I was too ramped up to allow that to happen. I wanted the hard part over so I could put it behind me. So we could have all the good stuff that came after. Like the snuggling and the soft words.
To that end, I reached between us for his cock. It was so hot I almost let go, but then the silky feel of his skin caught my attention enough to want to explore. Seriously? He was big and hot and hard, but he was also smooth? It was such a contradiction, but then he was pulling my hand away, linking our fingers together.
“I want to touch,” I complained.
“No. This first time will go easier if I lead the way.”
“Okay, but hurry.”
He snorted. “You don’t tell a guy to hurry. You tell him to go slow.”
I closed my eyes. “Marc, could you please refrain from using this opportunity to instruct me on how to be with the next guy who fucks me?”
“I’ll try,” he said, even as he dipped his head to suck in my nipple. That part he knew I liked. I liked it even better this time when I knew how it was going to feel. First one breast, then the other. He tweaked and pulled on my nipples until I thought I was nothing but my breasts and the string that connected them straight to my pussy.
I was about to tell him it was too much, or not enough, when his hand dipped between my legs and I felt the thrust of his finger. It was thick and tight and a little shocking, but it didn’t hurt.
“Listen to me, Ash.”
I shook my head. I didn’t want to listen. I just wanted to feel. I was slick and wet, and he was rocking his finger inside me back and forth until I started to move with him.
“There you go,” he encouraged me. “Fuck my finger, Ash. Get used to the feel of me inside you. You like this? Talk to me.”
“Yes. More,” I grunted.
Then I felt more pressure, a second finger, and his thumb was doing something else. My clit, right. Theoretically, I knew where it was biologically and I’d tried a few times to play with it, but it never seemed as easy to find as all the books described it.
I reached my hands over my head to grab my headboard. There were rails I could wrap my hands around and tug on even as he was focusing all his attention between my legs.
“I’m going to taste you now, Ash. Okay?”
“No,” I gasped. “No, no. It’s too much. I’m not ready.”
“So, you can handle my fingers and my dick, but not my tongue?”
“Do not try to attempt logic with a fragile virgin!” I screamed.
“Fragile, my ass,” he muttered. “Okay, you want this over. Let’s do this. It’s going to hurt. I can’t stop that. You just have to tell me how bad.”
I was still holding onto the posts in my headboard. He was on his knees in the middle of the bed and he was spreading my legs out even further. I had this crazy thought he looked like some Viking pillager, and, while that probably shouldn’t have been a turn-on, it kind of was.
Because it was Marc. The person I knew best in the world. Yes, he was going to hurt me. But he wasn’t actually going tohurtme.
“Lift your ass,” he said shortly. I couldn’t tell if he was annoyed with me for wanting to rush things, or simply holding himself on a tight leash. I heard him tear the condom open. Lifted my head to watch him roll it on. Then his hands were under my ass and he was positioning me in a way that would make it easier for him to penetrate me.
God. After all this time, he was going to be inside me. Connected to me physically. The way I’d always known we were connected emotionally.
I felt the blunt head of his penis barely push inside and already it stung enough for me to bite down on my lip. He retreated, then tried again, but this time I let out a squeak of pain.
“Relax,” he barked. Like that was going to do the trick. “You’re fighting me.”
