I wanted to go up on all fours and give him more space, but I was too taken away by the pleasure shooting through me. Pure heat circled my thighs and my stomach as he thrust his hand again.
He just needed to spread his fingers once, hear me shout out, and he figured out all my pleasure points. Harry was moving in me like he’d been doing it for years; he was so methodical and precise it was as if he was treating a patient.
But I wanted him with me, not removed from what we were doing.
His face was twisted, the furrow in his brow so deep his skin was white. I might have been enjoying myself if it hadn’t looked like he was forcing his way through it.
I flung a hand back, grabbing his wrist, pulling his wrist back so just his fingertips pulsed inside me. I could sense even the smallest twitch of his fingers, and it was hard not to jerk my ass so he went deep again.
“Tell me how you’re doing,” I said. "What’s happening?”
“No, it’s okay. It’s fine. I just… this is really new.”
“This? Or me?”
Harry looked up at me, softening as he met my gaze. “You,” he said with such sincerity that my heart jumped.
It was hard to look at him from that angle, and my shoulder was stretched too far back, so I let go of his wrist.
His expression changed when he made up his mind, and the mattress dipped as he shifted his weight.
“Do you need more lube?” he asked, and I nearly rolled my eyes because he was so hot when he was sincere.
Tension hovered between us as he lined his cock up. He leant forward, just enough so I could see his face out of the corner of my eye.
“Are you ready?” Harry asked me, looking at me so sincerely that I wanted him to go for it.
“Nice and easy now,” I got out before his tip breached me and he pushed slowly. My body tensed, even though I knew it would be okay. But as soon as he gently rocked his hips, sliding inside me inch by inch, I knew it was going to be a tight squeeze.
“Dom, oh God. It’s so tight. You’re so warm. I don’t know if I can…”
“Just keep going, handsome. I can take it.”
Apart from my fingers and some toys, I hadn't been fucked for ages. I was usually on the giving end. So, after two minutes of prep, I knew it was going to be tight; too tight for both of us.
“Are you okay?” he gasped as I cried out.
“Were you ready after a quick fingering before you pushed the vibrator inside yourself?” I choked out.
“Ah, no,” he replied. He jerked his hips back, pulling his cock away, and I groaned again as my ass clenched without him.
“I love how eager you are, handsome, but not even I can go that quickly.”
“But it’s easier like this?” he asked. I couldn’t even answer because the next thing I knew, his cock was gliding into me, all the way to the fucking base.
I choked, my voice strangled as I forced out the words. “Definitely.” He suddenly hit me with small circles of his hips, winding me up, giving me what I wanted before whipping it away. “Just keep going,” I ordered. “Keep pushing me, I’ll let you know when I’m good.”
I glanced over my shoulder again and met a look of wonder as he buried deeper and deeper.
If I wasn’t so wrapped up in how he thrust into me, I would have laughed at how innocent Harry looked.
He kept moving as my hips dropped, finding a pace that worked perfectly for me, one that had me writhing under him.
It was fucking magic. I knew having him fuck me was going to be good, but I was falling already. So much for trying to meet him halfway when my mind had gone blank.
He widened me up, like his cock was devouring me. I was reduced to raw sounds of pleasure as the hard slap of skin hitting skin bounced around the room.
I hoped his grip would leave bruises, and he was fucking me hard enough that we’d be stuck in bed for days. Then I couldshow him exactly how I felt about his hard thrusts by fucking him back until we couldn’t move.