“Then it’ll be good for me.”
After blowing out a breath and nodding, he sent me a grateful smile. “And here I was so sure I’d have to be the one to talk you through this and calm you down.”
“You’re doing great,” I offered, playing along.
He shook his head and grinned. “Shut up, smart-ass.” Then he pressed the head of his cock against my entrance.
We both sucked in a breath.
“Okay, now I’m nervous,” I said.
“I’ll stop.” He immediately began to pull away.
“No!” I clutched him back to me. “Just…could you go slow? Really, really, really slow. Like snail slow. Please.”
He huffed out a breath and pressed his brow to mine. “That was already part of the plan.”
“All right, okay. Good. I’m ready then.” I drew in a bolstering breath, but he merely watched me before taking a small piece of my hair and winding it around his finger.
“You know, that first day in the woods, I never in a million years would’ve thought we’d end up here. You have no idea how privileged I feel to get to be with you.”
A blinding love filled my chest. Touching his cheek, I whispered, “I feel the same exact way.”
He kept gazing at me as he began to press inside me. The unfamiliar stretching made me grip his arm. His eyes were wide as he paused and whispered, “Wow.” Then his brow crinkled with concern. “How’re you doing?”
I nodded. “Good.” Even though I wasn’t that sure at all. I kind of wanted to back out of it altogether, but I couldn’t tell him that after I’d spent so much effort talking him into it. He was going slow, though, just like I’d asked, so I appreciated that. He gave me all the time in the world to adjust to him.
It took a toll on him, though. Sweat beaded on his brow, strain made his face redden, and his arms were beginning to tremble.
“I love you,” I told him.
“Love you too.” He slid deeper and broke through some barrier that made me flinch. He froze solid. “City?”
“I’m good. I’m okay. Don’t stop.”
Seated deep in me, he shook his head. “I don’t know if I can move right now. I’m so close I’m afraid I’ll go off as soon as I do.”
I slid my hands around to cup his buttocks. “Move anyway.”
He shook his head. “I want you to come with me.”
“Baby, I already came. It’s your turn.”
I could tell by his expression that he wanted to argue with me, but the urge to pump took over, and he pulled out before pushing back in. This time didn’t hurt at all, but it still felt…funny. Knox groaned and buried his face in my neck. “Oh...shit. You feel so good.”
I stroked the back of his hair and down his back. “I love touching your bare back. Have I ever told you how much I love touching you here…?” I ran my fingers over the back of him before sliding them over his taut buttocks and clutching him hard in my palms. “And here.”
“I love you, period.” He lifted his face to kiss me and began to thrust with more purpose. My inner muscles seemed to adjust to the repeated invasion, and the stretching actually became…nice, until—I sucked in a breath when he hit a spot that felt a lot better than nice.
“Oh. Do that again.”
“What? This?” He did it, with a little more intensity. I arched under him and moaned. He kissed me deeper. The moment our tongues mated, he slid a hand down and caught my clit between his fingers. The shock made me come.
Knox grunted, gripped my hair and followed me into the storm.
We held each other, kissing through it and then breathing against each other’s necks when we needed air. Once he stilled inside me, and my body was done quaking, he brushed damp hair out of my face and kissed my cheek.
I grinned up at him and whispered, “Home run, baby.”
He laughed and pressed his forehead to my shoulder. “I can’t believe we just did that.”