I watch emotions pass through his features, making him swallow.
Before he comes down to give me a hard, biting kiss again.
This time I think it’s a reward.
For giving him the right answer. For wanting to be his.
Just for tonight though, Echo.
I know, I know. But I don’t want to think about that right now.
Breaking the kiss, he whispers, “Ready?”
Yeah, I am now.
I’m so totally and absolutely ready.
I nod. “Yes. And thank you.”
He frowns.
“For… For taking my fear away.”
He exhales a large breath, his muscles grazing my body, his cock, all hard and hot, as he replies, gruffly, “It’s gonna be okay.”
I know.
He’s going to make it so.
I nod again.
He reaches down and adjusts my thighs around his hips, sliding our skin together, putting his dick right where my hole is, nudging at it.
Then, “Put your hands on my shoulders.”
I do it.
“Don’t let go.”
“Okay.”
“No matter what.”
“Okay.”
Then, his eyes staring into mine, he does it. He pushes in.
No, wait. He pushesall the wayin.
And all I can think about is that I knew it. I knew that this would hurt. I knew that I’d feel the stretch, the burn, the sting, the fucking pain I always read about. I also knew that I’d tear up. That my tears would run down my eyes and soak my hair, the sheets below.
And I’d bleed.
I always,alwaysknew that.
But I didn’t know that there would be someone who’d go through the same pain as me.
Not physically maybe, but emotionally.