And Godzilla sticks straight up in the air.
I’m not gonna lie, it’s a damn intimidating dick. I’ve bluffed and told Rafe that his size doesn’t bother me, but I need to conquer Everest if we’re going to move ahead. The sight of him thrusting upright has my thighs clenching with a firm feeling of NOPE, but I ignore it and try to judge his girth for myself. I put a hand at the base of his cock; my fingers don’t go all the way around it. Jesus. Again, my thighs go NOPE. But Rafe’s watching me with such tension on his face that I want to ease him. I want to make him feel better about himself. That he’s not a freak with a monster penis and no woman will touch him.
Because I love touching him. And I want to make him feel good.
So I sling a leg over his thighs and straddle him. “I’m going to go nice and slow, all right?”
His eyes are tense slits, but he nods at me.
I move forward, trapping his cock against my * and I crawl up him, positioning myself. I lean forward so my breasts can brush against his chest, and his gaze goes there, utterly fascinated. That riveted gaze makes me feel bold, so I rock my hips against his cock, sliding back and forth over his length. I’m rewetting him, because I’m still slick as hell, and I’m gearing myself up to take him.
Rafe groans, and his hands move to palm my breasts. “I love your tits, Ava.”
I bite back my own gasp, because his fingers feel incredible plucking and teasing at my nipples. “They kinda love you back, you know. That feels so good. Keep touching me.” He does, and I continue to slide over his cock, getting used to the size of him, the sheer girth, lubricating him with my juices even as Rafe teases my nipples until they’re peaked, tight, and aching.
I lift my hips and reach down between us. His cock is slippery, but still so gosh-darn big. I fit the head of him against my opening, determined not to be afraid. People have sex with big dicks all the time, right? Look at porn. Except I suspect Rafe would make porn stars jealous.
“I’m going to move down on you,” I tell him.
“Ava, we don’t have to do this,” he tells me. His hand moves to my breast and he squeezes it again. “I can lick your cunt all night long.”
“Hush.” I settle the head of him against me, and then let gravity do its work. Except gravity doesn’t seem to want to work. I’m wet, but I’m not loose enough to take him. I push down against him, determined to make us fit.
A sharp little pain drags through me as I push down on him, and I suck in a breath.
Rafe freezes under me. “Ava, no—”
I ignore him and rock my hips, bracing my hands on his chest, determined. He groans and his head goes back against the mattress as I work the head of his cock into me. It’s a tight, uncomfortable fit, but I feel a surge of triumph that we’re making progress.
“Fuck,” Rafe growls. “You feel so fucking tight and just . . . ah, fuck.”
“I’ve got you, baby,” I tell him. “You feel good. So big.” Half of it’s the truth anyhow. I feel like I’m being stretched over something far too large for my body, but the fact of the matter is that between gravity, my slickness, and my small movements, we’re making progress. He’s slowly sliding into me.
I bite my lip and rock down on him again, and then we’re at the halfway point. “We’re just going slow this time,” I tell him. “Next time, once we’re used to each other, it won’t be quite so . . . torturous.”
The look on his face is stricken and he tenses under me. “Torturous? Ava, am I hurting you?”
Oh, damn it. Bad choice of words, Ava. I shake my head and give him my best seductive smile. “If I was hurting, would I do this?” I flex my hips and bear down on him, and he sinks farther into me.
And, okay, that sent unpleasant twinges all through my innards. But underneath me, Rafe hisses and his eyes close. “Oh, fuuuuck.”
And that’s worth every moment.
I continue to wiggle and move over him in small, rocking motions, until my hips are meeting his and, incredibly, I’ve taken his entire outrageous length inside me. “There we go,” I say softly, and rake my nails lightly down his abdomen. “How do you feel?”
“I need to move, baby,” he groans, and the cords in his neck are so tight. It’s as if his entire body is straining under me.
“Then move,” I tell him, and rock my hips a little.
I’m surprised at the intensity of his thrust. He pushes, and I feel like my entire body jumps a foot. A startled gasp breaks from me, because I’m stuffed so full of him that I can feel everything, every throb of his cock, every drag of his skin against mine, even the press of my IUD deep inside. And I definitely, definitely feel him rub against my G-spot.
There’s a huge plus to having a guy so big he can rearrange your organs, I realize. I’ve never had a guy hit my G-spot just through penetration before. But with the size of Rafe in me? There’s no way he can’t.