Page 45 of The Game Changer
“Fuck, Isla. I need you.”
I lift my head off his cock, then put the condom wrapper between my teeth and tear it open. His dark eyes are heavy as I roll it down him. But when I straddle his hips again, and he takes his cock in hand to line it up with my entrance, an unexpected wave of nerves hits me.
“You okay?” he asks, his hand stroking down my arm. “We can slow down if you’re not ready.”
I breathe out a shaky laugh. “How can you tell how I’m feeling so freaking easily?” I drop down onto his upper thighs, my cheeks heating. “It’s not that I’m not ready, or that I don’t want this. It’s just been a really, really long time.”
“Can I ask how long, exactly?” he asks quietly.
I nod slowly. “Well, Charlie’s almost thirteen. So…”
His eyes widen in understanding, no math required. “Isla.”
“Now who’s ruining the mood,” I say, but my words come out unsteady.
“No, baby. You haven’t. I’m honoured that after so long, I’m the lucky bastard that gets to be with you. We’ll go slow, and if anything doesn’t feel good, I want you to tell me, okay?”
I melt at his words. And simultaneously feel my nerves fade, the desire that was pulsing through me earlier coming back, stronger than ever. I can’t honestly think of a better man to be with, now or ever.
Shifting forward, I kiss his lips, feeling the stubble against my face that was grazing between my thighs just a few minutes ago.
“Thank you.”
It’s all I can manage to say. Especially when a wicked grin covers his face. “In fact, I think I had better make sure you’re ready.”
He keeps those sinful grey eyes trained on my body as he moves his hand between my legs, finding my slit and sliding his fingers along my folds.
“Ohmygod,” I gasp as his touch hits parts of my body that are still sensitive from the first orgasm he gave me.
“That’s it. I want you nice and wet, baby.”
His dirty words seem to have a direct line to my pussy as I feel it spasm, clenching around nothing.
“I am. Please, I need you. I need something.”
“I’ve got you.”
One finger dips in. Then a second. And a third. It’s tight, but I know his cock will be even bigger. And I’m grateful he knew to prepare me.
“That’s it. Fuck, you feel so good.”
This time when my orgasm hits, it’s a lot smaller than the first one. Still, it rolls through me in waves. But Luca doesn’t give me time to recover, shifting me down his body slightly. When I feel his cock between my legs, I lift my hips, and he notches his tip to my pussy.
And with a deep inhale, I slowly start to lower myself down.
“Holy fuck,” he breathes, his hands coming to grip my hips, helping to support me. It’s a good thing, too, as I whimper at how thick he is, how full—almost too full—I feel. And he’s only just barely inside of me. The stretch burns, but in a good way.
My hands land on his chest as I brace myself over him. I lift my hips back up slightly, then bear down, taking more of him.
“Christ, look at you. God, you take me so damn good, Isla. You’re fucking perfect.”
His words of praise make the last bit of resistance in me soften, and I lower down even farther.
“That’s a good girl. Yes, Isla.Fuck,” he groans when I finally take all of him.
For several minutes, he lets me control the movement, murmuring sweet words of praise as I rock back and forth, adjusting to the feel of him inside me. I’m so wet, so turned on from the two orgasms I’ve already had, that it doesn’t take long for the pinch of pain I felt initially to fade into pure pleasure.
I’ve already come twice, so I’m certainly not expecting anything more. This feels good enough that I don’t even care.
