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“I’m doing what you asked me to,” he says, and reaches for the vibrator. It looks big from this angle, and my knees fall together. This felt like such a great idea a few hours ago.

“The only person,” he says darkly, “I should help prepare you for is me.”

He kisses my legs apart again and runs the silicone of the vibrator along my folds. Coating it, I realize. His eyes are nearly black. “Remember to talk to me, sweetheart. Will you be good for me and tell me if it gets to be too much?”

“Yes,” I breathe.

“Good.” His other hand slides up, coming to grip my hipbone. Grounding me and reminding me that he’s here. That we’re doing this together. My spread knees, his warm hands, the pounding of my heart.

“Breathe,” he murmurs. There’s a heavy pressure against my entrance, and he pushes it inside, just an inch. The stretch burns. I take another deep breath and feel his thumb smoothing circles over my hipbone. “That’s it. Relax.”

His hand moves down, finds my clit. I take another long breath, and the burn starts to fade. “That’s okay.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. You’re bigger than that vibrator, though.”

He groans. It’s a guttural sound, half buried in his throat. “Yes. But it’s good practice. Can you do that for me, sweet girl? Can you practice?”

“Yes,” I breathe. “I can do that.”

He pushes it inside another inch, and I’ve never felt quite this full before. There’s something shifting inside me, and the burn is there, but it’s growing fainter, and his thumb moves back to my clit. “That’s it. You can take all of that.”

Something shifts, and he turns on the vibrations. It’s a low setting, but it reverberates inside me, makes the slick intrusion easier. A second later, he’s bent his head to press open-mouthed kisses to my clit.

It’s all too much and not enough, and is this the way it’s meant to feel? Why haven’t I been able to do all of this before? I think of the years I wasted not feeling like this, not having West in charge of my pleasure.

“That’s… I…”

“I know,” he says, and there’s another faint push inside me. “It’s all the way in now. You’re doing so good, baby. Seeing your pussy spread like this…”

He keeps it buried deep inside me and returns to licking my clit. I feel stretched and overstimulated, and the vibrations are deep, deep inside me, setting off a trembling in my lower stomach.

It would scare me if I hadn’t experienced this before.

It takes a few more minutes before my breath catches and my knees lock together. The orgasm starts deep inside me this time. It’s not a faint fluttering thing, but a deep tidal wave of feeling. I try to curl up. I can’t handle it, my mouth parts on a half-shout?—

His hand is there the next instant, a warm press against my lip. “Shh, sweetheart. Fuck. That’s it. Breathe…”

My eyes widen, locked on his only inches away from my face. “Whoops,” I mumble against his hand. I hadn’t realized I was making noise.

“It’s criminal to tell you to be quiet when you come so beautifully. But we can’t have anyone else in this house hearing.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. Never for that.” He bends to press his forehead against my shoulder and chuckles against my skin. “Never apologize to me for anything.”

I pull him up, tug at him until he comes to rest beside me on the bed. I feel like a wrung-out rag, sun-drunk, happy, sweaty and warm. He runs a hand up and down my spine.

“I like this, too,” I murmur against his neck. “I love it when you hold me.”

He reaches for something, and then a soft sheet settles over me. Over us. His arm returns its movements along my back. “I won’t leave until you fall asleep,” he says against my hair. “You’re safe here too, sweetheart.”

Sleep claims me fast.

CHAPTER45

NORA