Page 77 of Too Sweet
This girl...
This little, sweet, innocent beauty has been my focus point since I laid eyes on her.
“You trust me, Mia. This isn’t a band-aid. I won’t hurt you.”
She nods, smiling small, and I wipe that smile off with a kiss. She’s like playdough around me, adjusting to my rhythm and melting in my arms.
I tease her with shallow, slow thrusts, her body adjusting to take me inch by inch. The more she relaxes, the further I sink. The barrier stretches slowly, letting me in deeper. It takes at least five minutes of cautious movements and my lips working every inch of her skin in reach before I’m as deep as the position allows.
“How’s that, baby? Does it hurt?”
“No, it’s...” She pinches her lips together, frowning a little, “...nice. It’s nice.”
I graze my nose up her cheek, leaving a kiss on her temple. “You’re a lousy liar, Mia. Say what you want to say.”
“You’re so big!” she complains, holding onto my shoulders.
“You sure you don’t meansoft?”
She whacks my back. “Don’t joke! This is serious.”
“No. Sex is supposed to be fun, not serious.”
“God, there’s no space there. How did you fit it in? I’m really stretched... it’s... it’s...” She circles her hips like she’s checking something. “Not bad, just odd.”
I rise on my elbows, looking her over. I don’t know why, but her babbling makes me fall for her that much harder. “Believe me, there’s absolutely no room. I barely fit in, but that’ll work in our favor, you’ll see.”
“Well...?” she muses, raising an eyebrow. “What now? What are you waiting for? Move.”
I retreat my hips slowly and slide back in, loving how she bites my lip, her nails digging into my biceps.
“Okay,nowit’s nice. Do it again. It doesn’t hurt.”
“I told you I won’t fucking hurt you.” I cover her mouth with mine, teasing her tongue while I pull out and push back in. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
Being with her, being inside her, is surreal. I never want to be anywhere but this close to her. Ever.
My moves remain cautious for a while before I’m confident enough to up the tempo. She moans, arching off the bed, kissing my neck, face, and lips while her nails glide up and down my back, drawing faint lines.
I’ve never been so aroused. Every thrust is fucking sacred. Every sound she makes blows my mind. She’s a drug, and I’m addicted to the point of madness, my chest heavy with overpowering emotions.
I’ll make this work. For her, I’ll be the best version of myself.
“I need to be deeper,” I say, sitting back on my calves. “You need to feel me deeper. Turn around and kneel.”
“My legs are too weak.”
It’s been a while since her last orgasm, but her knees still buckle when she tries to get in position.
“I’ll hold you.” I pull her up, wrapping my arm over her stomach and turning her around. “Grab the headrest. Don’t let go until I tell you.”
I cuff her wrists in one hand and hold her hip with the other as I slip inside, pressing my face into her hair.
“Oh God,” Mia breathes, her legs buckling again.
“There it is.” The angle lets me sink balls-deep, her tight pussy like a gloved fist around my shaft. I have to summon all my restraint not to come. “Don’t move your hands,” I grunt in her ear when she starts wriggling them out of my grasp. “You’re already almost there, aren’t you? Chase it, Mia. Focus on how good it is when you’re with me.”
Another satisfied, loaded moan ricochets off the walls, fueling my arousal. Sweat coats my back, my orgasm building at the base of my spine. I spread my fingers over her throat, pulling her back until she rests against my chest, and I tilt her chin up, watching pure ecstasy paint her face.
