The mattress dips beneath his weight. With one hand braced by my head, Ever drags his thick crown through my folds, coating himself in my desire before notching himself at my entrance. He eases inside, the muscles of his stomach tensing as he disappears, inch by glorious inch. My body tightens around his and my legs begin to quiver.
He was right. It does hurt. It hurts, burns, and aches so much that tears spring into my eyes.
“You are doing so well.” He kisses my forehead. My cheeks. “Breathe. There is no rush. I love you, Kerris.”
I smile against his bobbing throat, the backs of my eyes stinging.Overwhelmed. Just as he said. By my love for this man. By his love for me.
Calloused hands roam over my bare chest, sampling, seducing. Giving me time to adjust to his size.
“Move down,” I whisper.
He drops his hips, positioning himself lower against me. “There?”
“Lower.”
This time, when he moves, I feel my body start to relax. “Yes. Right there. Try now.”
When he eases forward, he slips deeper anddeeper, until our bodies are flush, the dusting of dark hair covering his muscular thighs tickling against the backs of mine. His ragged breaths feather against my temple, and his arms start to shake where they hold his weight.
“Ever?”
“Hmmm?”
“I think you’re meant to move.”
“I know.”
“Are you all right? You sound as if you’re in pain.”
“Kerris?”
“Yes?”
“If I move right now, I’m going to end up fucking you straight through this wall.”
A smile curves my lips. “You say that like it’s a problem.” I love that he’s on the verge of losing control. It makes me feel powerful. Invincible.
His pained wince only makes my smile grow. “I promised to be gentle.”
“And I told you I could take it.”
He scowls down at me, and I smile even wider. His scowl deepens, and I laugh.
He pulls out a fraction, then drives deeper.
I gasp and then hold on for dear life as he bucks his hips harder, thrusting deeper and deeper. So deep, I feel as if I’m being split in two. My heels dig into his backside as the whole cart starts to rock, and if there were a headboard, I’ve no doubt it’d rattling the whole forest awake.
Together, we find a frantic rhythm, becoming one body. One pounding heart. One bleeding soul. I cling to him just as he clings to me, riding a tidal wave of pleasure as it hurtles for shore. Cresting. Crashing. Falling into nothing.
Into each other.
Ever grips my thighs as he bucks, a lustful frenzy overtaking us both. When my body finally gives out, he withdraws with a curse, grips himself in his fist, and spills onto my stomach.
That was…
Heavens, it was unexpected. I anticipated my first time being awkward and painful, but right now I’m smiling so wide my face hurts and I’m so happy I could burst.
Specks of blood paint his hand and my thighs. Beautiful evidence of our joining.