Page 76 of Under His Protection
“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” he says between deep kisses.
My entire awareness focuses on his touch, blocking out everything else. My belly starts quivering, and my thighs are shaking. The pleasure slowly intensifies. “Philip.”
“I know, baby, I know. Just let it happen.”
Relentlessly, he strokes me, teasing my clit, alternately stroking it and pressing on that overly sensitive spot. His lips cling to mine.
It’s all too much, and I soon feel my orgasm approaching, taunting me. When he gently pinches my clit, I gasp as pleasure explodes inside me. His mouth seals itself to mine, and he drinks in my high-pitched cries.
Before I can even catch my breath, I feel his finger slip down through my wetness until it reststhere, at the throbbing, needy part of me.His fingertip rims my opening, and he says, “Try to relax. We’ll take this nice and easy.”
His finger slowly pushes into me, nudging its way in. He presses gently until his finger finally slides in. I flinch at the slight bite of pain, and a muffled whimper comes out of me. As he strokes me a few times, the discomfort begins to ease.
He withdraws his finger and leans in to kiss me. “Doing okay?”
I nod quickly. “Mmhmm.”
Philip pulls the condom packet out from beneath his pillow before he rises up to shove his shorts off and sit back on his haunches. After tearing the packet open with his teeth, he rolls the condom down the length of his shaft. I watch, mesmerized, and wonder howall thatis going to fit inside me.
Kneeling between my legs, he grips my knees and pushes them apart, opening my legs wider, pushing them up and open before he takes hold of himself and leans in. “If you want me to stop, just say so.”
I tense at first, expecting the worst, but he just brushes himself against me, slowly and gently, almost teasingly, from my clit to my opening, andoh, my Godit feels so good. I realize I’m gripping his thighs, practically digging my nails into his muscles, but he doesn’t complain. He doesn’t even seem to notice.
Suddenly, I feel pressure down there. His face is a mask of concentration as he moves forward. The pressure continues, increasing, and yet there’s no give. Maybe he won’t fit. Maybe he was right to be concerned.
His jaw tightens, as does his look of concentration. I realize he’s going slow for my benefit.
“It’s okay,” I say. “I’m okay.”
The pressure morphs into something uncomfortable, something demanding, something intruding. Before I can say another word, my body suddenly gives way, and he sinks a few inches inside.
That slight bite of pain is back, only it’s not so slight this time. I cry out and dig my nails into his thighs.
He leans forward and peppers my face with gentle kisses, apologetic kisses, as he murmurs to me in a low, rough voice. “It’s done, baby. It’s okay. Try to relax your muscles.”
I’m about to tell him that’s easier said than done when he pulls out, almost all the way, but not quite. And before I can even draw a relieved breath, he sinks back in, farther this time, and the burning fullness takes my breath away.
He withdraws again and repeats the process, sinking even deeper this time.Good God, how much more is there?
All of a sudden, it’s like my body knows what to do. My muscles soften, my body opens for him, and now he’s moving much easier inside me. The burning has softened to a sense of fullness that feels… good.
When his finger returns to rubbing my clit, my muscles loosen even more.
He kisses me, drinking in the sounds I’m making, the shaky breaths, the whimpers and moans.
He’s moving more easily now, slowly and steadily, pulling out until he’s almost free, and then carefully gliding back in. His pace slowly picks up, and I can feel the friction heating me up from within.
As he thrusts over and over, I marvel at his strength. He’s careful to keep his weight off of me, bracing himself on his hands, which are planted on either side of me. He grits his teeth, and then he stiffens without warning as his back goes ramrod straight, and he throws back his head. His expression contorts into what looks like a grimace, but he doesn’t seem to be in any pain. His chest billows as he tries to catch his breath. His erection bucks deep inside me, once, twice, three times.
My first thought is, We did it!And that’s followed by,I’m not a virgin anymore.
The sheer relief is overwhelming, and I smile.
Philip stops moving and remains deep inside me. Carefully, he rolls us onto our sides. “Are you okay?”
I didn’t realize how powerful this would be. How nerve wracking. Or how incredibly amazing. We just shared something special, something that can never be taken from us.
“Haley?”
