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For her, I’m not sure why, and I want to make sure she’s okay.
“Grace, you alright?” I squeeze out, already trying to keep my dick under control.
“Yes, it—it’s just so different. So full.”
I try to breathe through the intensity of it. “Take your time, but it might feel good if you move.”
She nods, looking at me like she’s grateful for direction. “Okay.”
She pulls up and slides back down on me, going a little deeper this time. She feels insanely good, and I worry I’m not keeping it together.
This time she keeps moving, up and down, a slow yet steady rhythm. Her look of concentration is fucking cute, but I also want to make sure she’s not uncomfortable.
“You okay? You’re doing so well.”
“It feels…interesting.” She glances at me. “I’m trying to get you all in.”
I swing my hands to her hips. “Grace, it’s not a test, not a race. Let me help make you feel good.”
I shift one of my hands to her front and start rubbing her clit. She leans into the sensation, and I feel her soften, opening up for me. Soon she’s taking me half-way and I feel another barrier.
“I’m going to change our position now, Goldie. So I can help more.” She nods.
Bracing her with my hands, I ease her backwards so she’s lying down, her head on one of the pillows.
“You good?” I ask.
“Yeah,” her voice is breathless.
I tuck my hand in between us so I can touch her through this last part. “I’m going to start to move again. Tell me if you need me to stop, Goldie.”
“Okay,” she says, a smile flashing across her face. I’m relieved she’s relaxed enough forthat.
I slowly begin to rock my hips back and forth, trying to watch for any signs she’s uncomfortable. Her moans are of surprise and pleasure though, not pain.
“You okay?” I ask again.
“Uh huh,” she murmurs.
One more roll of my hips and I’m almost all the way inside her. I pause my hips but not my hand. “Grace, you alright?”
She breathes for a couple of beats, then relaxes her body some. “Yes, it’s more achy than anything…and I’m so full. It feels really good where you’re touching me.”
Not that I was going to stop, but I keep smoothing my thumb over her clit with intent.
“Let’s try to move again.” She rolls her own hips slightly. “Oh yes, that feels better.” She starts to repeat the motion a little more rapidly, and I follow suit, as slow as I possibly can.
I’m using every trick in my book not to come, but I also know it may be hard for her with her first time. Her body is adjusting.
Then finally, I slide all the way in.
“Oh fuck,” I can’t help but saying.
“Johnson, you’re so deep.” Her eyes are as big as saucers.
“This is a lot, are you sure you’re good?” I choke out.
“Yes, just don’t stop touching me.”
