Page 46 of Melting for the Firefighter
I stroke myself once, then guide the head of my cock through her wet folds.
She shivers.
The slick heat of her coats me, and my jaw locks.
“Look at me.”
Her gaze meets mine.
I press forward just enough to begin stretching her.
Her fingers grip my shoulders.
Every muscle in her body tightens.
I stop.
“Breathe.”
She pulls in a shaky breath, her breasts rising beneath me.
“Does it hurt?”
“A little.”
I kiss her mouth.
Not because I need more. Because she does.
I stay still until the tension begins to leave her body and her grip loosens.
“You still want this?” I ask.
“Yes.”
There is no hesitation in the answer.
Her fingers slide behind my neck.
“More.”
I ease deeper.
She is tight and hot, clenching around every inch I give her. Sweat breaks across my back from the effort of holding myself under control.
Halfway inside, I stop again.
Her eyes close.
“Cora.”
They open.
“Stay with me.”
“I’m here.”
“You sure?”
