I lifted her onto my lap, her legs spreading over mine. Gently, I dipped my hand low. I moved slow enough that she knew exactly my intent. Still, just before my fingers touched her hot, wet core, I pulled back long enough to ask, “May I?”
She nodded vigorously before reclaiming my lips. Despite it not being verbal, I did not question her permission.
I sank my finger inside. She was incredibly tight, making me wonder if I should have started with the smaller finger. Maisy trembled against me, but kept kissing me. Her arousal filled my nose, and my mouth watered with the desire to taste her again.
I always wanted the taste of her on my tongue.
Her fingers trailed up the back of my neck to my short hair. I groaned as her tongue warred with mine, my finger curling, seeking, inside her. I knew the moment I’d found her sweet spot because she suddenly jumped, ripping her mouth off mine, as she cried out my name.
Her hips rocked against mine, her wet folds rubbing against my hard cock. I pushed my own hips up, using my finger and cock to give her pleasure. But I did not stop at one orgasm—not counting the one from eating her out on the floor. Too much time had passed for her to still be loose from that one. Yet it still wasn’t enough. I was big enough that she needed a lot more stretching.
Maisy whimpered as I added another finger while she still rode the waves of her orgasm. I was beyond desperate to feel her tight heat around me, but I could not fuck this up. I used my free hand to cup the back of her head as our mouths dueled. I pulled back when I felt her walls start to quake around my fingers, only allowing her to chase her next release after I added a third.
If we were in a different position, I might have added a fourth, but I wanted her stretched, not sore.
I kept a tight hold on her as she swayed above me. I moved back enough where I was able to put the condom on one-handed before laying down on the mattress. She was soaked, and I prayed it was enough.
“Maisy, baby. I need you to look at me.” Her eyes were blissed out as she slowly blinked, but eventually, she was able to focus on me. “You’re in control,” I reminded her. “If you want to continue, we continue. If you want to stop, we stop.”
She shook her head, and at first I assumed that meant she wanted to stop until she said, “No, I want to do this. Please.”
I did not think this was a good time to point out that she never had to beg me for sex. I would always want her. “Then lift yourself up, baby. Do you want help putting me inside you?”
“No,” she shook her head. “I want to try.”
Maisy stared down between the apex of her legs where my sheathed cock waited not-so-patiently for her. As she lifted up, I kept hold of her hips, but did not otherwise move as she reached for my dick. Yet, even as she held herself over me, she made no attempt to lower herself.
“Rub yourself against my head,” I encouraged.
But she didn’t. Instead, I saw fear and trepidation creep into her features. Immediately, I sat up, and even removed her hand from around my cock before I took her face between my palms. “What is it, Mase? Talk to me.”
Had I gone too far? Was this a panic attack? Aflashback? I shouldn’t have pushed for sex so soon. I should have waited until we both sat down with Dr. Akamu and we could discuss how best to go about introducing Maisy to sex.
“What if you don’t like it?”
Her words stopped my fears in their tracks. “What?”
“What if… What if I’m not…” She ducked her chin down to her chest, my hands still holding her. “What if he broke me down there and you can’t… What if you don’t like it?” she repeated in a small voice.
Like a tsunami, so many emotions came crashing down on top of me. I wrapped myself around her, burying my face into her shoulder as her question slayed my soul. How did I possibly explain?
Despite promising her to be on top, I flipped us. She landed on the mattress with a start as I settled myself between the cradle of her thighs. Looking up at me as I loomed over her, I made sure she could see me clearly before I spoke.
“It wouldn’t matter,” I declared. “You are healthy and you are strong. Your doctors gave you a clean bill of health, so I have no doubt that anatomically you are perfect. But it wouldn’t matter either way,” I repeated sternly. “My love for you is not measured by the amount of sex we have, Maisy. If we discover that penetrative sex isn’t for you, then we get creative. But don’t youeverthink that whatever our sex life entails will belessor not enjoyable for me.” I dropped my head down to touch noses with her. “It’s you, baby. I’m with you because I loveyou, and I will gladly eat you out every day for the rest of our lives if that’s all you’re comfortable doing sexually.”
Her cheeks flushed hotly. “I think… I think I need you to take control, Tangaloa. When I’m in control, I think too much.”
I did not ask her if she was certain. Reaching between us, I notched the head of my cock at her entrance. “I love you.”
Her smile at my words faltered as I pressed inside. I was careful,but even with stretching her, she was tight. She was so petite that my back was arched so we could be eye to eye. “Keep going,” she nearly shouted when I paused to give her time to adjust.
“Slow down, baby. I’ve only gotten the head inside. We got a long way to go before?—”
But she gripped my shoulders where I was planked over her, lifted her hips, and practically slammed herself on my cock.
Holy fucking hell! “Lesu Kristo,” I breathed out, the vise of her tight core squeezing me. “Are you okay?”
Maisy nodded quickly, and though her nails were digging into my skin, I did not see pain on her face. “I won’t break,” she declared. Thrusting her chin up in the air, she challenged, “Now, are you going to make love to me or am I going to have to take control again?”