And it’s incredible.
I don’t even realize he’s lowered my body back down until my blindfold is removed. I open my eyes, meeting his. There’s apprehension in them. Not much, but I see it. The uncertainty of what he’s just done to me. But when I smile at him, one that I’m sure looks completely dopey because that’s how I feel, his insecurity vanishes.
“You can let go of the bed,” he says as he kneels between my legs.
I do and shake my hands out, bringing them down to my sides. He reaches across the comforter and picks up a bottle I hadn’t known he put on there. One I’ve never seen before. I really don’t want to be nervous right now, because I do trust him, completely, but I know what that bottle is. I know what he needs it for. And I do a shit job at concealing my worry because he sees it, prompting him to drop the bottle and lean over me. His hand conforms to my cheek.
“I would never hurt you, Dylan. You liked what I just did, right?”
I nod and lean into his palm. “Yes. I didn’t think I would, but I definitely did.”
He gives me half a smile. “Trust me. I’d never lie to you. This will feel a little uncomfortable at first, just in the beginning, but it won’t hurt. And then it’s going to feel really fucking good. Okay?”
“You’ve done this before?” I ask, hearing the slight hurt in my voice. Jesus, Dylan. Don’t go there right now. Who cares what he’s done before you.
“I haven’t done it with you. You are the only woman who matters. And the only one I want to experience this with.” He picks up the bottle and flips the cap open. “I’ll tell you what to do. Just listen to my voice and keep your eyes on me. If you have to close them you can, but when I’m all the way in you I need you to look at me.”
“Okay,” I reply, watching as he spreads the lube on his cock. “Did you like what you just did to me? I mean, you were… you know.”
He squirts a bit of the liquid onto his finger before tossing the bottle to the other side of the bed. “I like everything I do to you.” I flinch as he spreads the cold liquid along my entrance, applying the tiniest bit of pressure. He watches me as he slips one finger inside, flattening his other hand on my pelvis. His thumb begins rubbing my clit as he moves his finger in and out of me.
“Mmm.” I close my eyes and take in the sensation, trying to stay relaxed.
“Two fingers, love.”
He pulls out of me and then I feel the slight sting as he stretches me. But he enters without restriction and begins moving his fingers around in slow circles. “Feel good?” he asks.
I open my eyes. “Yes,” I answer honestly. “So good. Can you do another?”
His thumb rubs against my clit as he slides his fingers out. I scrunch my face when he re-enters me, clamping my eyes shut. He stills inside me, letting me adjust to the foreign size. And it doesn’t take long until I’m begging him to move. He stretches me further as my eyes shoot open, immediately seeking out his cock.
I want it.
There.
“Reese, please.”
His eyes flash with a new desire. Maybe he wasn’t expecting me to beg for this. Maybe he just assumed I’d go with it and then hopefully enjoy myself. But here I am, begging because I need to have him in this way.
He slides his fingers out and grips the base of his cock. “Hold your knees back for me.” I do as requested as he positions himself. His eyes trail up my body, landing on mine. “You want this. You just begged for it. Focus on that.” He presses against my opening, meeting the tight ring of muscle, and I suddenly feel like my insides are burning up. “This is the uncomfortable part.”
“No shit,” I respond, letting go of my legs and clawing the comforter at my sides. I can’t relax.
I’m no longer finding the urge to beg.
This fucking sucks.
“Dylan, you need to push against me.”
“What?”
He grips my hips, steadying himself. “Push against me. Like you don’t want me in.”
Well, that’s not hard to imagine.
I swallow loudly, trying to loosen up. “Okay, okay. Just… fucking hell, just wait a second.”
He muffles a laugh above me but I don’t respond to it the way I normally would, by telling him to fuck off unless he wants to switch positions. Instead, I do as he asks and push, feeling him slip further in. Inch by inch. I watch as his face contorts into one of immense pleasure, and that drives me. To want it more. To pull my knees back so my thighs are against my chest, opening up to him.
“Fuck, yes.” He growls, deep and guttural as he slides in to the hilt. “Christ, you’re so fucking perfect.”
I wasn’t sure what I was expecting to feel, but it wasn’t this. A wave of heat washes over me at the sensation of him all the way in me. “Oh, my… Godddd.”
And then he starts to move in and out as he works my clit with his thumb. I keep my eyes on him even though the intensity of the pleasure I’m feeling is urging me to close them. It’s too much. I need to take away some of this stimulation before I break so I close them, but it’s brief.
“Dylan, look at me.” I do, and he takes over holding my legs back as he thrusts into me. “Feel it. Feel how I make every part of you feel good. You want this. You want me here.”
“Yes,” I answer, but it comes out as a plea. To keep fucking me. To never stop. To love every part of me, because that’s what he’s doing.