Page 46 of Ironside
“Keep talking like that, sweetheart, and I don’t care how long it takes you to open you up. I’ll get you pregnant if it’s the last thing I do.”
A smile spread across my face as I tilted my chin up and kissed him. Angling his hips just right, he started to slowly sink inside me. I whimpered at the splitting sensation that overwhelmed me. He stopped when I gritted my teeth with a wince.
“Breathe,” he said softly, massaging my clit. “Relax.”
I inhaled a deep breath and let it out. Curling my hand around the back of his neck, I pressed my forehead to his. Ironside continued, pushing deeper.
I squeezed my eyes shut against the pain, willing my muscles to loosen up. He pulled out and tried again a few more times, but after only two inches, my thighs were trembling and my body was tense, braced against the sheer agony of it.
“That’s enough,” Ironside said at last.
I sighed and let my head drop back against the grass, staring up at the sky with frustration. We had tried—and failed—so many times by now that I didn’t blame myself anymore and I didn’t apologize. But it still ached that I couldn’t have the man I love inside me the way I craved.
“Did you want to stop?” Ironside asked, kissing my temple. “Or did you want to give the lube a shot after all?”
I nodded.
“Lube would be good.”
Taking my hand, he helped me rise to my feet. After adjusting our clothes, we trekked back to his motorcycle. Ironside retrieved the lube, while I toed off my boots, and stripped my jeans and panties off. We were far enough off the road that no one would bother us if they passed.
After I perched on the back seat, Ironside spread my legs and coated his fingers with lube. I sighed with pleasure as he brushed my clit in mesmerizing circles. Then he dipped down to my pussy, pressing in.
My eyes fluttered closed with a moan at the smooth glide. Lube really did make a difference. He easily added a second and third finger, making me gasp as he stretched me open. I grabbed his shirt with an insistent tug, rolling my hips. He rubbed the heel of his palm against my clit, making me melt into a pool of bliss.
“Now,” I rasped. “Please. I’m ready.”
Ironside cupped my chin, holding my gaze with his unwavering vivid blue eyes. The gritty bite of his zipper was the only sound between us.
“You know I love you, right?” he said softly. “Whether you can take my cock or not, that will never change.”
Curling my fingers around his wrist, I nodded.
“I know.”
With my heart in my throat, I watched as he coated his cock with lube, then lined up at my entrance and eased in.
I panted at the fiery stretch. Ironside kissed me as he pulled out and tried again. The blunt head of his cock felt massive compared to his fingers. I whimpered against his mouth with the first inch. And then another inch, dragging along my walls.
A tremor rippled through my body at the intensity of all this sensation at once. Ironside broke the kiss to look at me.
“Remember your safeword, petal.”
I chewed my lower lip, focusing on my breathing, willing the tension in my muscles to ease. Shaking my head, I wrapped my legs around Ironside’s waist.
“Keep going.”
Ironside planted his hand on my lower belly, teasing my clit as he sank deeper. A moan escaped me and I gripped the front of his shirt. The sting was still there, lingering at the edges, but it was tolerable.
“Oh,” I exhaled, breathless. “I feel you. I feel…all of you.”
Glancing down, I watched with fascination as my pussy swallowed Ironside’s cock, the grip of my pink lips devouring him. He gave a few experimental shallow thrusts that made me arch into him.
“Fuck,yes,” I said. “Do that again.”
Ironside rumbled a low laugh. He pulled out, dousing his cock in lube, before driving into me, up to the hilt. I was stuffed so full that my eyes rolled back in my head.
It still pinched a little, but nothing like it did before, and that pain was quickly transforming into the most exquisite silky smooth pleasure second only to his skilled tongue.
