Page 164 of The Play Maker

I push deeper, slow, careful, trying to keep it together—but she’s too wet, too perfect, her thighs quivering around my waist as I sink farther into heaven.

“Jesus,” I groan, hands shaking as I brace above her. “I—fuck, baby.”

Her fingers lace behind my neck, pulling me down, her mouth pressed against mine. “Austin.”

I’m barely inside her, maybe halfway, and I already feel like I’m gonna lose it. My control’s hanging by a thread—frayed, burning.

I breathe hard, my forehead dropping to hers. “You’re so tight,” I rasp. “Feel so good.”

I ease in another inch, feeling every tight pull of her body, every flutter as she opens around me. She gasps, her pussy clenching around me, and I pause again, forcing myself not to shove all the way in.

“Oh, Christ,” I grit out, eyes squeezed shut. “I’m sorry, baby… I can’t stop. Tell me to pull out and I’ll do it—I swear?—”

She shakes her head immediately, her hands flying to my face, cupping my face. “No. Don’t. I don’t want you to stop.”

And just like that, I lose the battle. Slowly—agonizingly slowly—I push the rest of the way in, groaning as her body takes me inch by inch.

She cries out, her breath hitching, her legs shaking as I fill her completely until I bottom out.

“Holy fuck,” I groan, my chest pressed to hers. “You feel fucking perfect.” I glance down at her, breathless from how fucking good she feels. “Are you okay?”

She nods, eyes glazed over. “It’s… full. But I’m okay.”

I kiss her slowly, both of us trembling. I don’t move yet. I just hold her there, letting her feel me inside her, letting her body adjust to the stretch.

Her fingers slide up my back, then she moves her hips, urging me deeper inside her. “You can move now,” she breathes. “You feel good.”

I pull out just an inch, then press back in, slow and steady, watching her mouth open in a loud moan.

“Fuck,” I groan, gripping the sheets beside her head. “You feel like heaven, Maisie.”

Her body is still tense but slowly softening underneath mine as the pain gives way to pleasure.

She clings to me, wrapping her arms around my neck, her legs around my waist, drawing me in.

“You’re doing so good,” I whisper against her lips. “You’re perfect. So fucking perfect.”

I move a little deeper, a little faster, her hips rocking into mine as her gasps turn into moans, her shy little sounds spurring me on.

“Ahhh. You feel so good, Austin.”

“Yeah?” I murmur, kissing her throat. “You like that?”

“Mmhmm,” she whimpers, clutching me tighter. “More…”

And I give her more. Still slow, still careful, but with more pressure, more rhythm, letting her feel it, letting her ride it.

I’m deep inside her, buried to the hilt, and everything in me is straining not to fall apart. Her walls grip me tight, warm and slick and pulsing like her whole body is wrapped around mine, and I’ve never felt anything like it. Never even imagined anything could feel this good.

Every slow thrust pulls a soft moan from her lips, and fuck—those sounds. Sweet and high, like she’s trying to hold them back but can’t. Her thighs hug my waist, trembling, and her fingers are tangled in my hair, tugging when I rock into her just right.

I kiss her neck, tasting sweat and skin.

“Austin,” she whimpers, her breath stuttering.

“Yeah, baby?” I murmur, lifting my head to look at her.

“I—I think I’m close,” she whispers, pinning her bottom lip between her teeth.