Page 83 of Captive Promise

She keens at the stretch and I withdraw, anchoring my hands at the backs of her thighs, under her knees, holding them down.

I push back in, just as slowly, and watch her open around me.

“Oh god—fuck, like that.”

My fingers dig into her legs in response.

I pulse my hips, thrusting in that same shallow way—forcing her to spread around the tip over and over. I felt with my finger that her g-spot is low, close to her entrance.

As I give her just a bit more length, I know the flared base of my head is rubbing over it.

“Oh my god…that’s—it’s—oh fuck⁠—”

Her eyes are squeezed shut, and her hands are pressing against my stomach. Holding me back, keeping me in place, as I drive hard against her inner wall over and over.

“Oh, fuck, Nico, don’t stop⁠—”

She doesn’t need to worry. I know exactly what I’m doing. Fucking her like no one else would ever think to fuck her—with my cock barely inside her.

It takes all my control not to slide home deep into her perfect tight, wet cunt, but this isn’t about me. This is about her.

And that’s exactly what I see in her eyes when they fly open.

When she watches in open-mouthed shock as I push her over the edge with less than half of what I have to give her.

Her legs push against my hands, and I let go.

I let her move beneath me exactly how she needs to ride the waves of pleasure.

She’s pulsing around me, again and again, and the bottom edge of her slit is pressing against the underside of my head on every one.

And that.

I hadn’t accounted for that.

“Fuck,” I bite out.

I’d thought to tease her a bit more before giving her the rest, but I can’t stay like this.

And the thought of pulling out is too painful to even consider.

So I push into her with the aftershocks still rippling around me, and she cries out again.

I bottom out inside, and her eyes find mine as her hips come flush with her thighs.

I wonder if she can see it on my face as my mouth falls open.

I wonder if she knows that she feels like…like everything.

I think she might know when she yanks my arms out from under me and my weight falls on top of her.

I think she has an idea when she puts both hands on my jaw and kisses me like her life depends on it.

I think there’s no possible way she doesn’t know when I roll my hips and groan into her mouth.

Her hands find my back as I start to move, and she holds me tight to her chest. But I break the kiss as I begin to search.

There is one more spot I need to find.