Page 603 of Summer Heat
A chuckle ripples out of him. “Yes, sometimes they do.”
He shifts against me and I’m surprised—or shocked, more like—to feel his erection still going strong.
“You’re still…”
“Hard?” he supplies helpfully. “Yes, well, you’re still a virgin. I’m not so sure the status of the first is going to change until the status of the second does as well.”
My face heats bright red. “Oh. That…makes sense. I just thought with my meltdown and all, that you’d be turned off to the whole thing.”
“Nope. I’m a guy. It takes kind of a lot to turn ‘it’ off after we’re turned on,” he informs me with a grin. “And honey, when I’m around you, ‘hard’ is sort of my cock’s default.”
I’m not sure I should be finding this whole talk so darn romantic, but I really do. “You mean you still want to…tonight?”
I feel the muscles of his torso tense. “Do you still want to?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
* * *
“Breathe, baby.”
After kissing me senseless for a good ten minutes, Jason spent at least another ten minutes making me come again. And again.
I am thus now dripping wet…and still only able to take half his huge cock inside me.
I can tell this isn’t easy for him either. His breathing is severely labored, his eyes wild with lust, and every muscle in his body looks corded with strain.
But he’s being so gentle, so careful, even while his entire frame continues to vibrat
e with tension as he rocks gently against me, easing his cock into me, inch by slow, gradual inch.
Truthfully, I’m seriously starting to question the mechanical logistics of it all.
“J-Jason…I-I think you’re too big,” I manage to gasp out after he somehow manages to work in another impossibly thick inch.
“No, I’m not. Just try to relax,” he says, though his own voice sounds anything but. He circles his thumb around my clit and I gasp, almost entirely out of breath, as I feel him slide in another few hard inches.
“Hold onto me, sweetheart.” With pain and worry etched into his features, he kisses me deeply, tenderly for a long second…before driving the rest of the way into me in one long, smooth thrust.
Oh, god.
It’s too much, too hard, and I feel like I’m going to split at the seams. Not knowing what else to do, I dig my fingernails into his back, fighting back the tears.
“I’m so sorry, Summer,” he whispers raggedly, sounding even more tortured than I feel. “Do you want me to stop?”
Surprisingly, I find myself shaking my head. With each passing second, the pain is subsiding. Even though it still hurts, there’s pleasure buried right under the surface as well. I just…can’t seem to reach it. But I don’t want to stop trying. “Keep going. Please.”
Lips fused to mine, he begins gently thrusting into me again.
It still hurts, but not so much that I can’t register how incredible it now feels to have him filling me so deeply.
Really incredible.
I wrap my legs around his waist and press my hips against his.
“Fuck. Slow down, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.”
I can barely hear him. All I can focus on is the feel of his cock pumping into me. But I don’t want it gentle anymore. I need the friction, the force. I’m breathless though so unable to ask. All I can do is dig my nails into his back and arch into him, silently beg for more.
