He moved between her thighs and pressed her open with his knees between her legs. He wanted to be able to say something to her, but speech was impossible. He felt as if he were on a tightrope; he didn't think his heart would keep beating unless he could get inside of her.
He looked down and saw that the expression of euphoria was slowing leaving her features. She glanced down and her eyes flared with a look that he could only describe as trepidation. Son-of-a-bitch. He knew what she was seeing. His goddamn cock was what you might call super-sized. When he'd been a kid, he'd been proud of it. But not so much anymore.
His size was nothing more than a sexual hindrance. He'd learned to choose women who looked as if they matched him physically. But there wasn't anything about Angie that matched him physically. Nothing. She was small and delicate and his finger inside of her had only proven that she would have a hard time accommodating him.
Studying her now, the fear he was feeling was twofold. Fear that she would bolt before he could prove to her that they would fit together, and for the first time since he'd been a teenager, fear that he was going to lose it before he could get his cock where it was supposed to go.
Son-of-a-fucking-bitch. She made him feel like a fucking teenager.
Unable to delay any longer, he positioned his erection at her entrance and began to push. He gritted his teeth and concentrated when all he wanted was to plunge inside. Slowly, Rule. He had to go slowly. Get a grip, man. Go. Fucking. Slow.
Through the tight bubble of silence that filled the room, all Damian could hear was his roughened breathing highlighted by her sudden gasp when he began the inexorable push inside. He felt her breath hitch and tension take hold of her where she lay under him as she became deathly still. He swallowed and groaned, her wet heat enclosing around the head of his cock, giving him a teasing glimpse of the pleasure he was about to find, if he could only get it inside.
He pushed again, trying to attain another inch of depth, but her internal muscles tightened and her hands came up against the planes of his chest in a defensive move. She didn't push against him, thank God, only held her hands there as if ready to call a halt. A bead of sweat formed on his forehead. She was so tight that his brain was almost spinning. A tantalizing lick of fire along his spine urged him to push again. He asserted ruthless control and reminded himself what the definition of slow was. He fought the predator inside and with deliberate discipline, pushed again.
He stalled instantaneously when she let out an alarmed little moan and her fingernails clenched into his skin, stabbing into him. He felt her suck in a breath and hold it, and he knew that she was silently panicking. God, he needed time. He needed time before she refused to go any further. With that in mind, he set out to calm her. His arms came down on either side of her head and he dropped his mouth to her ear, and took a moment to calm himself first, dragging in oxygen in a repeated attempt to slow his heart rate.
He was as hard as a rock, the blood pumping furiously through his veins, landing in an erection so hard that it was painful not to continue pushing. He fisted one hand in the sheet and the other in her hair and tried to speak while fighting his arousal. "Hey, baby, it's okay," he whispered. "It's going to go in." Her whimper of denial sliced through him and he felt a pounding in his head. "Shhh, shhh," he mumbled disjointedly in an effort to soothe. "You're doing great, baby. Just keep still for another minute, okay? I promise it won't hurt if you let me be easy."
Her grip relented slightly as she lay still and listened to him as if his voice was the only anchor she had. "That's it, sweetheart. Relax. Can you relax your muscles for me?" He pressed his mouth to her ear and grazed a light kiss over her lobe. "I don't want to hurt you." He took her lobe in his teeth and pulled with a slight friction and he heard her breath catch and felt some of the tension leave her body. Relief, hot and sweet, slid down his spine. "You're so sweet. The last thing in the world I want to do is hurt you."
She made a tiny keening noise and Damian slid a hand between them and pressed a finger on her clit. With a control he didn't know he had, he took his time and swirled his touch over her silky flesh repeatedly until she moaned again. Another rush of relief gripped him by the throat as she arched against him and he felt a sudden rush of feminine moisture around the head of his cock.