Page 30 of The One

She wiped the sides of her mouth. “Girls watch porn too, you know.”

“Damn.”

She was grinning as I climbed on top of her, shifting her toward the pillows until her head was on one.

“I like making you feel good.” She tickled her way across my chest. “Because what you did to me, that was epic.”

“You’re going to get a lot more of that.”

“But first, I need to survive this.”

I moved her legs to either side of me, my tip banging against her every time I adjusted. “I’m going to go slow. I want you to tell me if it hurts too much or if you want me to stop.” I waited for some type of recognition. “All right?”

“All right.”

I added more spit to the end of my dick, rubbing it over my head, and before I pushed my way into her, halting after only an inch, I made sure she was still wet.

Her chest wasn’t moving, her face unreadable.

“Breathe, Lainey.”

At my command, her chest rose, but it looked like she was holding in the air.

“Breathe,” I repeated.

She did, but she said nothing.

Maybe she was waiting to see what I was going to do next, or maybe she was getting her head right and preferred to do that in silence, like me at the start of every football game, or maybe even this small amount was too much.

But I needed to know.

“Talk to me,” I said softly.

It took a few seconds, and she finally exhaled what she was holding in and replaced it with another large inhale. I took that as my cue to move, and I went in only a little more. I stayed there, locked, letting her get used to this new width. I was a hell of a lot bigger than the two fingers I’d used on her, so I knew this was going to feel unlike anything she’d experienced.

Since I was met with more silence, I waited until I thought enough time had passed, confident I could continue, and I went in as far as the end of my crown.

“Wow!” She gripped my wrists.

My reaction was the same, but for an entirely different reason.

This was a fuckingwow, for sure.

She was so tight.

Wet.

Her pussy squeezed me, making me feel like I could come right now.

But I was positive that what I was experiencing was nothing like what she was going through. I assumed it was the exact opposite.

“Are you okay?”

She nodded on the pillow.

“Lainey, I need to hear your voice.”

Her lips strained as she breathed through them. “I’m okay.”