Victorious(68)

Swallowing hard, she says, “Okay.”

“Ready to remove the plug?”

She bites her bottom lip and nods.

I begin slowly, drawing the plug out before reseating it.

Natalie groans. “Why do you have to torture me?”

“I’m getting you ready.”

“Torture.”

“Preparation.”

I withdraw the plug to the widest point, letting it stretch her and leaving it there as I bend over her to suck on her nipple. “You’re doing great, sweetheart.”

“Hurts,” she says softly.

“I know.” I don’t remind her that I’m a lot bigger than the plug, and I want her to be as ready as she can be to take me. After long minutes of letting the plug stretch her, I remove it, and she sags in relief that’s short-lived. Flipping open the cap on the bottle of lube, I squirt a healthy amount onto my fingers and slide them into her, ensuring she’s prepared from the inside out. “Talk to me, honey.”

“Can’t.”

“Try.”

“Tight.”

“Yes, it is.”

Her * is so wet, it’s running down to where my fingers slide in and out of her ass. I bend my head to lick her, startling her when my tongue connects with her clit. After stroking her a few more times with my tongue and fingers, I withdraw both and apply another handful of lube to my cock.

I’ve done this many times before—too many to count—but it’s never mattered as much as it does now. I want so badly to make it good for her, and my love for her makes it so much more intense than it’s ever been.

I press the head of my cock against her tight opening and push, slowly and easily, watching her face carefully.

Her mouth opens, her back arches, and her head falls back.

“Nice and easy, sweetheart. Push against me, let me in.”

Reaching under her, I grasp her cheeks and open her as I give her a little more.

Her sharp gasp stops me in place as she spasms around me. The pressure is so tight and so intense that I have to summon every ounce of control I possess to keep from coming.

“Talk to me.”

Her low grunt is the only response I get. She’s concentrating so deeply and trying so hard to give me what I want that she can’t speak.

I give her a little more.

“You’re doing so great, baby. I wish you could see what I see, the way you’re stretched around my cock and taking me in. It’s so f*cking hot.” I reach down to press my thumb against her clit, which is tight and hard. “You can come any time you want to.”

Tears leak from the corners of her eyes, and I kiss them away.

“Are those tears of pain?”

She shakes her head, and I’m filled with relief.

I continue to caress her clit, hoping to give her something else to focus on. Her thighs begin to quiver, and she rocks against me, coming with a scream that allows me to enter her fully. Holy God… It’s the most amazing feeling. Her entire body is convulsing around me, so I hold on tight to her, riding wave after wave of incredible sensation.

When she finally begins to calm, I start to move, slowly withdrawing and then pressing back in, over and over again, rocking gently against her.

“God, Nat, you’re so f*cking hot. You’re making me crazy right now.”

She raises her hips, and that tiny bit of encouragement is all I need to let loose, giving her deeper thrusts that have me on the brink of release. I hold off, wanting her to come again before I give in.

“I’m staying right here until you come again,” I whisper against her ear.

Her deep moan makes me smile.

I press deeper and begin once again to stroke her clit, thrusting into her in small, tight increments. Next time we do this, I’ll use a finger vibe so I can keep her coming the whole time. I keep up the dual actions until she’s writhing under me, coming again, harder this time than the last, which is all it takes to trip the most intense orgasm of my life.

Though I never take my eyes off her face, I nearly lose all sense of time and place as I hammer into her, taking as much as giving.

She clings to me, crying out as the release overtakes us both.

Gripping the condom, I withdraw from her as slowly as I went in, watching her the entire time. I use a tissue to dispose of the condom so I don’t have to leave her for even a second.

“Sweetheart…”

“Hmmm.”

“Can you open your eyes?”

It takes a minute, but they flutter open, glassy and moist and full of love that fills me with relief.

“Good?”

“Mmmm.”

“I need the words.”

She licks her lips. “Good. Different but good.”

“Hurt?”

“Yeah, but not as bad as I expected.”

“Would you do it again?”

“Now?” she asks, seeming alarmed.

Laughing, I say, “No, not now.”

“I’d do it again. You were right about the orgasm… Phew… It was so powerful.”

I’m so glad to hear her say that. It’s not for everyone, but I love it, so I’m glad to know she wasn’t so put off by our first time that she wouldn’t be willing to do it again.

“Thank you for trusting me enough to do that with me.”