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Despite the discomfort, I wantmore. I want to feel more of him. I squeeze my eyes shut, bracing myself for the pain.

“Hey. Eyes on me, Amelia.” His voice is strained but gentle, and I lock my gaze with his. “I’ll go slow. You tell me when it’s too much, and I’ll stop,” he reassures me. I watch as he bites his lip, his brows furrowing, and the tension in me eases a bit.

“Are you good?” I ask, and a breath of laughter escapes his lips.

“Yeah,” he manages. “It’s just... You’re so tight, and I’m trying to be gentle. Just bear with me, okay?”

I nod quickly. “Of course.”

Surprisingly, the anticipated pain doesn’t come. Once his head passes through, the rest of him eases in much smoother. I finally exhale when he’s buried to the hilt. There’s a dull ache, but it’s manageable. His movements are gentle and measured, and the discomfort gradually gives way to pleasure, deeper and more intense.

“You okay? Can I start moving?” His concern for my well-being warms my heart.

“Yes. Please,” I say, lifting up and grabbing hold of his musculararms. He hovers just above me, his palms resting on either side of my head. Leaning down, he captures my lips with his as he pulls out slightly before moving back in, sending a delicious sensation through my body.

Goodness me.

The connection between us feels electric. Each slow, deliberate thrust builds a new kind of pleasure inside me. My fingers glide over his back, soothing and reassuring, and I realise the discomfort is fading away.

Oh. This… this is different.

Suddenly, I’m eager to learn more. My hips lift instinctively, seeking movement, and Bradley growls, pulling back. Instead of pulling all the way out, he thrusts back in. I gasp as a beautiful tension stirs inside me. I focus on his face, captivated by the mix of lust and tenderness in his eyes, the way his jaw tightens, like he’s holding back just for me. He leans down and kisses me softly.

“You’re doing so good,” he murmurs, his breath warm against my lips. “Keep your eyes on me, okay?”

His blue eyes lock onto mine, taking in every pant, every bounce of my breasts with each thrust. Suddenly, he pushes harder, moves faster. “I’m so close, Brad.” A loud whimper escapes me, but I don’t care.

Bradley growls, “Such a good girl. Come for me.” His dirty words send a rush of heat through me, spurring me on even more. My moans get louder, and he picks up the pace—not too hard, but more intense. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure through my body,building a delicious pressure that’s almost too much to bear.

“Fuck, I don’t think I can hold out much longer,” he says through gritted teeth.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” I gasp, lifting my hips to meet his thrusts, feeling the tension coil tighter and tighter. And when Bradley’s thumb presses down on my clit again, I shatter. Loudly. It’s so intense, I can’t stop moaning his name, over and over.

Bradley, Bradley, Bradley.

My eyes flutter shut as my body shudders uncontrollably, jerking hard against him. He grips my hips tight, following me into climax with a loud groan, his movements becoming more erratic. As the waves of pleasure slowly subside, he pulls out of me gently, wincing a bit. I lean up on my elbows, glancing down at the bed. There’s a small pink stain on the sheet, and panic sets in.

“It’s okay, sunshine. That’s perfectly normal,” Bradley reassures me. I nod, trying to calm my racing heart. He gently tilts my chin up. “Hey, I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

I shake my head quickly. “No, not at all. That was incredible.”

He hums his approval before hopping off the bed to toss the condom. When he comes back, he’s got a warm, damp towel from my bathroom. He wipes me gently, and out of nowhere, I feel tears welling up in my eyes.

What the heck?

I don’t understand why I’m crying. Maybe it’s because I’ve never felt so close to someone before, or maybe it’s the way he’s taking care of me, so tender and thoughtful. It’s overwhelming, this rushof emotions, feeling so cherished and safe. Before I can stop them, the tears start to fall. Bradley notices right away, his face full of concern.

“Amelia? Hey, what’s wrong?” His voice is so gentle, it makes me want to cry even more.

“I don’t know,” I whisper, feeling overwhelmed. “This was perfect. You’re perfect. I’m just… feeling everything.”

He sits beside me, pulling me into his arms. “Fuck. It’s okay. You can let it out. I’m here.”

I feelsoembarrassed. Is this what it’s supposed to feel like? Don’t get me wrong, that was bloody amazing. It was everything I could’ve hoped for with Bradley.

Disappointed? Absolutely not.

Relieved? Maybe?