I was going to bring her to orgasm and then arouse her again before I penetrated her, but I can’t wait. I shift on the bed, moving up and between her legs. She gasps and stiffens, no doubt haunted by memories of the Maggot driving into her from behind without any thought to how it felt for her. I feel a fierce need to prove to her it doesn’t need to be like that.
“I’m going to go slow,” I murmur in her ear. “I can go deeper like this. Deeper inside you. Don’t you think that would be nice?”
She tips her head to the side as I touch my tongue to her earlobe and her lips part in a soft moan. “Maybe.”
“I’ll be gentle. I’m here for you, remember? Do you trust me?”
She glances over her shoulder. “Yes,” she whispers.
I kiss her lips. “I’m going to make you come again. And again, and again this week, in every position I can think of. Until all you can think about is me and how it feels to come with me inside you, filling you up.”
She drops her forehead onto the pillow. “Marc…”
I push up her left knee and position myself beneath her, then press the tip of my erection against her entrance. Slowly, I push forward.
She groans, so I stop and withdraw, then do it again, coating myself with her moisture and going a tiny bit deeper with each thrust. It’s hard to go slow; I want to plunge into her, bury myself inside her, but I clench my hands in the duvet and grab hold of all my willpower, forcing myself to take my time.
She’s breathing heavily, so I stop and slide my hand beneath her. I cup her breast and brush over her nipple with my thumb, and as I kiss her neck, she exhales with a sigh.
“Just relax,” I say softly, kissing up to her ear, because I know she likes that. I trace around the edge with my tongue and then blow softly. “Let me love you.”
I slip my hand further down, beneath her, into her folds, and swirl a finger over her clit. I massage it for a while, giving small, shallow thrusts.
“Oh God.” She relaxes her thighs and more moisture eases my way inside her, so I push forward, and this time I go all the way.
I pause and rest my forehead on her shoulder, reveling in the feeling of being enclosed in her warmth. “That feels so good,” I tell her, beginning to move again, and continuing to circle my finger between her legs. “I like being inside you. Do you like it?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Tell me you like it.”
“I… like it.”
“I like doing it like this,” I tell her, feeling a little feverish. “Without a condom. Making you pregnant. Making you mine.”
“Marc…”
“Tell me you want me to make you come.”
“Oh God.” Her teeth tug at her bottom lip and her brow creases. She’s not far from coming, and I’m only seconds behind her.
“Tell me,” I urge her, slowing my finger.
She groans with frustration. “Ohhh… I want you to make me come.”
“Tell me you want me to come inside you.”
“I… oh… want you to come inside me.”
I stroke her more firmly, and she tips her head back. Her eyes are closed, her cheeks flushed, Jesus, she’s so fucking beautiful like this. I can’t help it; my hips speed up and I plunge inside her, but she doesn’t seem to mind. She pushes back against me, her lips parting, and her hands curl where they clutch the pillow as she reaches out for her climax.
“Oh God,” she says, “don’t stop…”
“I’m not going to stop, honey.” I kiss down her neck and suck gently where her pulse beats. “I’ll take you all the way, remember?”
“Mmm… I’m so close…”
My fingers slide through her swollen folds, as I guide her closer to the edge. “There’s no rush. I’ll wait for you. I’m ready to fill you up when you’re ready.”
“Ah jeez… I… can’t…”
“Yes you can. Stop reaching. Just let it happen. Let me guide you there. Let me lead.”
She unfurls her hands, and a little of the tension leaves her body.
“That’s it.” I know she’s close. I can feel her tightening, deep inside. I love this moment, knowing she’s seconds away from bliss. “There it is, can you feel it coming? Let it take you.”