So wet for him

My body relaxed.

I was ready.

There was fierce pride-almost to the point of violence-as his thoughts became clear, "Mymate."

"Yours,"I breathed again in agreement, joy and love surging through my heart.

He shifted his hips, beginning to stroke his arousal along my sex, causing mewls of pleasure to release from my throat. And then he moved to my opening, applying pressure just at the edge.

I froze.

He hadn't even entered me yet, just pushed against my opening, but the stretch was enough to shock me-it hurt.

The vibration in his chest increased, reaching out to me, working to soothe me. Adrenaline pushed hard through my system.

"Shh...I'll be gentle." Rocking against me, he applied tiny bits of pressure each time, still not entering me, just at the edge. Each time he pressed forward, I felt a sharp sting, but the pain seemed to become less and less each time.

I trembled. He would enter me soon. Is that when the real pain would begin? Coal said my body wasn't ready, but I hadn't listened