It hurt and she wanted to cry and scream and beg him for more but within the inhale of her next breath he crawled upward, covering her with his body. He slid his hand in the small space between them and lowered it to the sensitive area between her thighs. His fingers replaced his tongue, reviving the abandoned ache. A pulse beat around his fingertips as they prodded and circled and pinched and consumed her with pleasure.
Suddenly the pressure burst and she shattered. Sparkly lights fluttered through her mind. Her back arched then her tummy jerked and insides constricted. Clutched in the realms of bliss and magic, Bronto devoured her mouth and lifted her legs to the outside of her waist. Somewhere in the midst of the delirious pleasure he guided his organ to her opening and worked the tip inside. She whimpered behind the kiss, the sound tainted with fear. She wanted nothing more than to feel him completely embedded in her depths yet the little portion he inserted stretched her and she wasn’t positive she could take any more.
“It’s okay,” he soothed, his rapid breath shooting tiny puffs of air through her hair above her ear. “Don’t be afraid.”
She nodded and that was all she could do because he stroked his fingertips through her sensitive folds and toyed with the bud again. The tingles were instant, branching to her fingers and toes. The spasms and constrictions hadn’t even completely stopped before they restarted. Her mind went blank. She felt as if she were shot into the air and bounced from cloud to cloud.
She was floating in a flickering, colorful aura accompanied by his voice. His gruff, controlled, rugged voice.
“Hold me, Ivy,” he commanded.
She slid her arms around his back. At the same time he captured her mouth with his lips and slipped his tongue between her teeth, he plunged his hips forward, burying his hard shaft deep inside her.
“Oww,” she whined, not because it hurt but because she’d expected it to, and she dug her nails into his flesh while her body continued to contract and tug at his organ.
He kissed every portion of her face. “I’m sorry,” he breathed into her ear. “I’m so sorry.” While patting his lips along her cheek to her lips, he began to very slowly move his hips back and forth.
She didn’t know what she felt but it wasn’t pain. Fullness. Stretching. Deep internal throbs racked her inner walls, pulling and forcing him deeper.
She froze to concentrate on his shaft slipping in and out. The feelings taking place inside her were unbelievably beautiful. They were not only physical but soul-joining and she felt closer to Bronto than to any other living human being.
“Ivy?”
She opened her eyes. He’d braced himself on his elbows while his gaze traced her face. His expression was laced with adoration and compassion and her heart swelled. “Yes?”
“Are you all right?”
“Yes.”
He lowered himself briefly for a nip at her lips. “Pull your knees to your chest so I can deepen the penetration. I’m not completely inside you yet.”
Deepen? Oh gosh.
“It’s not possible,” she hissed through a catch of breath.
“It is. I won’t hurt you.”
As she complied, pulling her legs forward and holding them in place, her insides opened, receiving his entire shaft. And it was the most fulfilling, exquisite sensation she’d ever experienced.
It was so intense she gasped.
“Now you’re feeling it, love.”
“Yes,” she groaned. She was. But she didn’t want to lie there holding her legs. She wanted to touch him and taste him and breathe in his scent. Without another thought she wrapped her legs around his back and latched on to his forearms.
Ever so slowly he began pumping his hips, drawing additional groans from deep in her throat. “Move with me,” he whisper-growled. “When I push forward, shove yourself against me.”
“’Kay,” she whimpered, nodding slightly. During the next insertion she complied, pressing her bottom upward off the ground. And oh dear mercy she couldn’t bear the friction and fullness and tingles. And when he increased speed she copied the pace but nearly passed out.
“You’re doing good. Feel the difference?”
“Yes,” she squeaked, digging her nails into his skin as pressure steadily built inside her chest. It came upon her much more forcibly this time and during each forward thrust of his organ it intensified. Her insides swelled, melding to his flesh, and although her mind was fading her body came alive.
She tightened her legs, pulling him closer. His chest rested against her breasts. Skin on skin. He captured her mouth at the same time she grabbed hold of his rear end and pressed him into her. While grinding her bottom she squeezed his organ with her inner walls.
“That’s it, love.” He moaned into her mouth and sucked her tongue. Then the strokes of his shaft changed from long and fast to hard and quick. So quick she could barely keep up.
The pressure turned explosive and as he rammed her over and over, his heavy breaths raging in her ears, it felt as if the ground dropped from beneath her.
Sparkly lights danced before her eyes. Her chest heaved and belly jerked. Inner contractions gripped his shaft and an array of beautiful colors burst in her mind.
“Jesus, Ivy,” he growled through clenched teeth.