Right now, I’m going to give my girl what she wants.
“Lie down on the pillows,” I say, pulling down the duvet to make a cozy nest for her. “I think good old missionary will be our best bet?”
Bel scoots up to the headboard, back against the pillows. “I think you’re right. We can try it and go from there?”
“Perfect.”
I look at her as I roll on the condom. She’s naked and not nearly as self-conscious now as she was when I asked her to undress. Her tits are deliciously full, her nipples a dark, dusky pink. Her stomach and hips form a series of curves that make my cock pulse.
A voraciousness blooms in the pit of my being. I’ve seen Bel in a bikini before, so I knew she had a hot body. But witnessing her like this, strung out on the taste of my dick, confident and coming and craving more, has my heart beating out of my chest.
Her green eyes rake over me, almost smug in their satisfaction, and I can’t help but feel a surge of arousal at her obvious enjoyment of my body.
Hey, I work hard. I take pride in my body and the way I look. A voice in the back of my head whispers that this, right here, is a big part of why I keep in shape. I do it for my head. But I also do it for Annabel. I want to look good for her.
In this, at least, I can be the guy she deserves.
I pour more lube into my hand. This time she reaches out, palm up, and I squeeze some onto her hand, too.
My cock throbs as I watch her spread her legs and lube herself up. Her fingers graze her clit, and her eyes lose focus.
Her pussy is pink, slick, soft, and I give myself a couple of tugs as I coat the condom with lube, impatient to be inside her. I have to go slow with her, I know. But goddamn, it ain’t gonna be easy holding back.
When I’m well lubricated, I reach down and draw my first two fingers up her slit, deep and quick. She sucks in a breath, and I bite down on my tongue.
“Yep, you’re ready.”
“No shit,” she manages.
I smile. “There’s my girl.”
I climb on top of her, her hands curling around my sides. She angles her head up, seeking a kiss, and I give it to her, murmuring, “Keep talking to me, honey. Let me know what hurts. What feels good.”
She nods. I hold up my hips, and she wordlessly wraps her hand around my dick—gah—and guides me to her center.
“Spread your legs a little more.”
“Okay.”
She does as I tell her. Resting my weight on one arm, I use the other to hike her bent knees up to my hips, one at a time, spreading her even wider.
The skin on her legs is smooth. I run my palm up her shin, stopping to caress the strong muscles in her thighs.
I squeeze. She sighs.
Bel wraps her arms around my neck, rests her forehead against mine, and curls her pelvis just enough to welcome the crown of my dick inside her.
The heat of her—
The pressure—
I growl.
“More,” she says.
I push a little bit more inside her. The lube helps me go in easily, but she’s tight as fuck. A fact she is very much aware of. She sucks in a breath, and I feel her body tense.
My heart tenses, too. I open my eyes. Hers are screwed shut.
“Aw, honey,” I say, immediately pulling back. “You want me to stop?”
“No!” She grabs my ass and pushes me back inside her. Keeping her eyes closed, she shakes her head, rolling her forehead against mine. “No. Please, Beau. Please keep going.”
I brush my lips against her cheek and kiss the tip of her nose. Then I push inside her a little more.
She wraps her arms around my neck again, and this time, she’s shaking.
Christ, she’s shaking like a leaf.
“Bel—”
“No. I’ll tell you to stop if I need you to. But right now, I want you to keep going.”
I do as she tells me and sink inside her slowly.
Oh. So. Slowly, clenching my teeth to keep from thrusting all the way in.
She’s tight to the point that it kinda hurts me. The pressure is sweet but intense.
“I feel like I’m losing my virginity all over again,” she says.
“If I’m being honest, this feels new to me, too.”
“Jeez, we’re really learning a lot of different things together these days, aren’t we?”
I grin. “Fly-fishing. First post-baby fuck.”
The word hangs between us. Fuck.
She’s thinking exactly what I am. That this is so much more than a fuck, and I’m a coward to say it isn’t.
I kiss her mouth. I’m sorry, I silently tell her.
I forgive you, she silently replies, kissing me back.
I go centimeter by agonizing centimeter until I’ve sunk to the hilt. I stay there for several heartbeats, listening to her breathe, sipping kisses from her lips, nipping her neck.