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I wanted to close my legs, the invasion too much, the irritation spreading through my whole body, increasing the more he moved. But with his mouth parked on the outer edge of my ear, I listened to his whispers, encouraging me to relax until I finally heard what I’d been waiting for.

“You have all of me.”

Once he stilled, the heat died, but the aching was there.

“Tell me how you feel.”

I waited until the nerves calmed in my chest, when my brain could form words. “Full.”

He growled, “That’s because you’re so fucking tight.” He kissed me. “I’m not going to move. I want you to get used to this feeling first.”

This was certainly more than I had been ready for, but it wasn’t getting worse. I was adjusting, widening a bit more even if that happened slowly.

He exhaled against my face, the titillation so clear in his sounds. His tongue swept through my lips. “Tell me when you’re ready.”

He was so big that I worried the friction would hurt worse than what I’d already experienced. I didn’t know