He pushes forward, and I’m driven into the mattress. Ah, okay, that burns.
“Big?” I wince.
“Small,” he whispers back.
Holding himself off me by resting on his elbows, he pushes forward and a searing burning sensation tears through my body as he slides in deep. My legs lift around his waist to try and ease the pressure. Fuckkkkk.
My man is big.
Ouch.
Thump, thump, thump, goes my heart. My senses are in overload and we stare at each other. He gives me a slow, sexy smile, and he circles his pelvis to try and stretch me out. He circles the other direction, and I frown as I get used to the sensation.
“Is that okay?” he asks before he takes my lips with his. He circles again in the other direction, and a wave of pleasure begins to heat my blood.
Unable to form a sentence, I nod as I slide my hands up his arms and over his broad shoulders.
He slowly slides out and then pushes himself back in. He repeats the delicious circular movement, and I feel a rush of moisture as my body relaxes around him. “That’s it, baby,” he breathes.
“Oh…” I whimper.
He kisses me again… passionately, perfectly, and my hands go to the back of his head as I pull him to me.
“Feels good,” I murmur against his lips. “So good.”
I glide my hands over his back and behind. I can feel the muscles contract as his body works mine.
I want more. I need more. I lift my legs. “Harder.”
He clenches his jaw and pulls back. His moves slowly get harder. I smile up at him in awe. Oh God, this is good.
He pulls his hips back and then he hits me hard. The air is knocked out of my lungs, and I wince.
“Oww,” I whimper.
“Sorry.” He frowns, as if he’s struggling to control himself. He slows the pace. “How’s that?” He pants, sweat beginning to bead on his brow.
I smile and reach to kiss his big beautiful lips. I couldn’t adore this man more than I do now. He’s so worried he’s hurting me.
My back arches off the bed. My body is now wet, supple… open for him.
We keep going and the bed begins to rock hard.
“That’s it,” I pant. “Oh, that’s good, Nathe. Give it to me… harder.”
His eyes darken as if he’s been waiting for those words. He lifts himself up on straightened arms, and he spreads his knees wide. He slams in hard, and the air leaves my body.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
The bed begins to hit the wall with force from his deep, punishing pumps, and I can do nothing but hang on as I see stars. The entire fucking universe of beautiful stars.
I can feel my orgasm building, and my body begins to quiver. Oh no, not yet.
Please, not yet.
Nathan’s eyes roll back in his head as he loses control.
“Eliza,” he moans. “You need to fucking come.” He lifts my leg up to his shoulder, and he turns and tenderly kisses my foot.