After another dozen pushes, he pulled out.
“Phoenix,” she called and grabbed for his waist.
“Taking our time,” he said as a reminder and came down to kiss her.
His hips were still between her legs, and she could feel the weight of his torso against her pelvis as he kissed her. For the longest time, he stayed there, kissing her mouth, touching her body, awakening her to each new treat she never knew she’d missed out on.
He’d been playing with her breasts and hips for a while, so when his fingers danced their way across to her clit, Shyla moved her hips with the motion of his caress. They slid lower, dipping into her juices and returning to her clit. Another orgasm was just on the edge of her consciousness when his fingers moved again. That time, they didn’t return, one of his fingers, broad and hard, slipped into her.
Surprised by his intrusion, she stopped kissing him. Tense and aroused by the new sensation, Shyla was focused on that when he found her gaze and pushed a second finger into her. For a minute, he pushed them in and out, parting them wider, teasing the path his dick hadn’t been able to forge.
“Mm,” she whimpered, pushing her hips up, begging him to go faster.
He did. Fucking her with his digits, they kept their attention on each other. She wanted to feel him and it seemed just by watching her reactions, he was feeling her.
Without asking permission, his fingers slid free of her body and he was shifting again to push himself into her. The slickness of her juices helped. The first couple of inches weren’t as difficult as his first attempt. Retreating and advancing, he loosened up those first few inches without any urgency or speed. His body rocked over hers, teaching it how to take what he wanted to give. What he needed to give.
“Phoenix,” she said, stroking his face.
Shyla couldn’t convey how incredible he felt, couldn’t tell him what he was doing to her was amazing. All she wanted to do was feel. Closing her eyes, she pushed her head into the pillow, arching up, moving her hips in acceptance of him.
A sudden pain shot up through her, which she realized was him forging deeper, being more forceful about taking what he wanted. The initial burn of pain subsided at the sight of his frown. He didn’t want to hurt her, but his own need was growing. Want emanated from him, it flared out of him, lighting up his darkness. He’d been so adamant about taking their time, it seemed like his assertion was coming back to haunt him.
“More,” she said, lifting her hips. It might hurt, it might wind her, but she’d endure it. Pain was momentary in comparison to the pleasure they’d have together for the rest of time. “Baby, please… I need more.”
Gritting his teeth, he pushed hard. She didn’t catch the yelp before it leaped from her mouth. Instantly, he pulled back, but she grabbed for him.
“No,” she said. “Don’t. I want all of you… Please.”
He drove forward again, forcing his way into her. Catching the sound of pain before it fled, Shyla exhaled after he relaxed. He was inside her. Her man. The man she wanted to spend her life with had taken something precious, but she’d never been more grateful.
A minute passed and he didn’t move. She appreciated him giving her the chance to learn what it felt like to be a woman complete. Testing the connection, she wriggled, and that was enough for him. Pulling out and pushing in, he forged ahead, conquering her most intimate space, energized by his own desire.
The discomfort of before vanished fast. Replaced by a sense of urgent demand, she wanted to give him some of what he’d given her. With the barrier broken between them, she was ready to go all out for him.
He surged in and then halted again. A noise of disappointment charged the air between them; her noise of disappointment.
“Gotta slow down, baby,” he said, closing his eyes.
“No,” she said. “No. No slowing down. Please… Phoenix.”
Still inside her, he opened his eyes and set a discerning look on her. She was trying to figure it out when he took her hand from the bed and directed it down to where their bodies were joined.
“Play.”
One single word. A command. Shyla had pleasured herself while he watched in the past. Her muscles were still learning what was expected of them, so she didn’t feel the need. But it was what he wanted.
Rubbing her clit, Shyla made contact with his shaft for the first time. She blinked up at him, but he was still just watching. Parting her fingers, she pushed them down on either side of him, feeling how he filled her. Swollen, wet, and aching with need, her tissues responded to her touch. He began to move in and out of her again, slower, with more care.
As intent as he was, she had to smile. “You’re driving me crazy,” she murmured, accusing him for the third time.
“You’ll always go first.”
The deep promise in his voice united with the stimulation of her fingers and the torment of his dick. Just like that, her body fell into the abyss of orgasm again. Shyla didn’t hold back her scream, didn’t hold back her release of wonder and joy and love. Her body squeezed tight around him. It felt like she wanted to capture him and keep him inside her forever.
Score was stronger than her; he pulled himself free only to slam into her one final time. With a growl, he emptied himself inside of her and then slid out to flip onto his back.
Her mind was
