I wasn’t sure what I was doing, but I slowly lowered myself onto his cock. It slid through my wetness, pressing at my entrance. Sex was supposed to hurt, so I was a little hesitant to push further. Donovan rubbed my thighs, reassuring me.
I pushed further onto him, feeling my pussy stretching around his girth. It burned and I winced as I waited for my body to adjust to his size. I felt weirdly full of him, and I wanted him deeper inside me.
I braced my hands on his chest as I slid lower on him. It felt like I hit resistance, as if I couldn’t go any deeper, but I didn’t think he was that deep inside me.
“Jessica,” he spoke softly, bringing my eyes to his. “You’re okay.”
I was. I pushed through the barrier. Pain flared through me, deep inside me. I cried out, gasping as I froze. He kept stroking my thighs, the motion soothing.
I needed to move.
I pulled back slightly. It hurt a little. I pushed back onto him and the burn started to morph into something else. I felt full, that aching in my pussy changing into pleasure. I used my hands to move up and down on him, pushing him deeper inside me with each stroke. He watched me, his hooded eyes never leaving mine. He started to move his hips, pushing his cock even deeper inside me. I gasped and moaned with each stroke as we set a steady rhythm.
I could feel my climax building again. I arched my back as I ground down and exploded around him. My pussy contracted, and with a deep, guttural growl he released his own orgasm. His hips faltered, his rhythm interrupted as he came. I pulled free of him, whimpering at the loss of him inside me. He pulled me into his arms, gathering me next to him, and kissed my head.
I didn’t know it could be this good, and now that I’d had him I wasn’t sure I wanted to give him up.