Page 84 of The Sweetest Return

Her pussy fluttered around the head of my dick, nervous and slick and trying to take me at the same time. I had gotten her relaxed, had made her cum, had her wet enough to slide my fingers into her with no fight, but this was different. I was bigger than my fingers. Bigger than anything her body had taken before.

And she felt it.

So did I.

“Eyes on me,” I said.

Her lashes lifted.

There she was. Brown eyes glossy, mouth soft, trying to be brave for me.

I kissed her before pushing in another little bit. Her nails dug into my shoulders. Her thighs tightened around my hips, then eased when I circled her clit with my thumb.

“That’s it,” I murmured against her mouth. “Let me in slow.”

Her breath broke.

Mine almost did too.

Every inch was work. Good work. Torture too. She was hot and wet and gripping me so hard I had to keep stopping before my body forgot whose first time this was. I wanted to sink all the way in and feel her take every bit of me, but wanting it didn’t mean I got to rush her.

So I didn’t.

I kissed her mouth, her jaw, her cheek. Took her nipple into my mouth again because it made her hips soften and her pussy open around me. Rubbed her clit until the tension in her thighs loosened and she gave me another inch.

Then another.

“You want me to stop?”

“No.”

“Mani.”

“I mean it.” Her arms wrapped around my neck. “I want all of you.”

I groaned, forehead dropping to hers. “You cannot say shit like that while I’m trying to be careful.”

She laughed, and her body tightened around my dick hard enough to make my eyes close.

“Fuck.”

“What?”

“You laughing with my dick halfway inside you.”

That only made her laugh again.

“See? Now you doing that shit on purpose.”

“I am not.”

“Mnhmm.”

The joking helped.

So did patience.

I stayed right there, buried partway inside her, letting her body learn me without forcing it. Her breathing evened out first. Then her thighs opened a little more. Then her hips shifted beneath mine, small and curious, like she was testing whether pleasure could live inside the stretch.