Page 34 of Ironside
Lena placed her hand on my chest, relaxing ever so slowly. I held out my palm, and she popped the lube cap, pouring a generous helping into my waiting hand. She watched as I slipped my lubed hand between her thighs, stroking her pussy.
“Look at me,” I said.
Lena dragged her gaze up to meet mine.
Then she gasped as I eased one finger in. Her brows pinched together and she bit her lower lip.
“Does it hurt?” I asked.
She shook her head.
“Not like it did before. It stings a little, but I’m all right. Keep going.”
I didn’t go any deeper, choosing to massage and tease the inch of her pussy that I’d already managed to reach. After a minute or two, Lena let out a low breath and angled her hips into my hands for more.
“That’s…that’s better. That’s good.”
I pressed in further, gliding up to my second knuckle. Lena wrapped her arm around my shoulders, rolling her hips with more eagerness now. A tentative smile touched her lips as the tightness of her pussy gradually began to ease.
“There you go,” I said. “That’s my girl.”
Lena blushed the prettiest shade of pink and her smile grew. She leaned into me, pebbled nipples pressed to my chest, pupils dark with arousal.
“More,” she said. “I want more.”
I pulled out and toyed with her clit for a few minutes first, watching her squirm in my lap and whine. Then I pressed two fingers inside her, and this time, the way Lena flinched was noticeable. She sucked in a sharp, hissing breath through her teeth.
“Too much?” I prompted.
Lena said nothing and her smile faltered. I pressed my thumb to her clit, hoping the extra stimulation would help. But her pussy was painfully tight and I could see it written all over her face.
“Lube,” I said. “Let’s try more lube, okay?”
She nodded, squeezing another portion of the liquid into my palm before I pressed into her again. I could feel Lena’s body tense, muscles trembling. She kept trying to move her hips, to find some angle that would help to ease the discomfort, but nothing seemed to work.
At last, she blew out a breath of frustration, turning her head away from me.
“Stop,” she said, strained.
I pulled out, locking my arms around her and crushing her to my chest. I smoothed her hair back from her forehead, but she wouldn’t meet my gaze.
“Lena?” I said firmly. “Talk to me.”
She shook her head and buried her face in my shoulder. Her breathing hitched. I sighed and kissed the curve of her neck, sensing her frustration and disappointment.
“Why don’t we try on your back?” I offered.
Lena nodded with a sniff, swiping at her eyes.
“Yeah. Maybe that will work.”
Switching positions, she laid back against the pillows, while I settled between her legs. I smoothed my palms up her inner thighs, circling her clit with my thumb. I didn’t try to penetrateher right away, choosing instead to stroke her plump curves, pinching her nipples until she gasped and flushed red.
At last, I finally pushed two lubed-up fingers inside her.
Lena winced, eyes screwed shut tight, biting her lip. I didn’t move, giving her time to adjust. It wasn’t much of a stretch, but it clearly caused her pain. Leaning over her, I kissed my way up her body, tonguing at her nipples.
She managed a wobbly, brave smile, combing her fingers through my hair. But I could still feel the tension in her body. She wasn’t relaxing. The tightness was too much.
