Page 43 of My Best Years
I’ve never felt anything like this in my entire life.
It’s fucking mindblowing.
“You good?” she pants, digging her nails into my chest before pulling out to the tip and pushing back down again. She’s slowly fucking just the tip, going at her own pace.
Am I good?
I almost laugh at her question because this feels too damn good. I’m barely hanging on by a thread here.
“Yes, baby,” I manage to say through clenched teeth. I skim my fingers up her toned belly before taking her breasts in my palms.“So good.”
She whimpers, her nails digging into my chest as I massage her sensitive tits.
“Are you good?”
She nods, looking down at me with her lips parted like she’s at a loss for words.
“I’m…” she exhales, pushing down another inch. “Aahh…” she trails off as she sucks me in deeper.
Her brows pinch together in an emotion that looks like pain.
“Birdie,” I say sharply, trying so hard to keep my mind on track as her pussy drinks in my cock. “Take your time. Stop if you need to. I don’t want to hurt you.”
She shakes her head before lowering her hips and fully seating herself on my length. Her ass hits the tops of my legs as my dick bottoms out inside of her.
And I see fucking stars.
I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.
Nothing—and I meannothing—could be better than this.
“Fuckkkkk,” I growl, digging my fingers into her hips. “Birdie,oh my Godddd.”
She lifts up before sinking down again, straight up fucking me now. She slides up and down my length, gliding so effortlessly with how wet she is for me.
She’s still taking it slow, gasping each time she buries me to the hilt.
“Baby,” I pant, needing to know that she’s okay. “Look at me.”
Her eyes snap up to mine, silver clouds foggy with lust.
I tighten my grip on her waist, halting her movements as I hold her gaze. She furrows her brows like she doesn't understand why I stopped her.
“I need to know that you’re okay before we keep going,” I say, my tone serious. “And don’t lie to me, Birdie.”
As amazing as this feels for me, it would make me a complete asshole to ignore her pain at the expense of my own pleasure. I want this to feel just as good for her.
She answers my question by chewing on her bottom lip and sinking back down the length of my cock. A sensual moan leaves her throat as I fill her.
“I’m more than okay,” she breathes as I watch her pull out to the tip again. “At first, it hurt. It felt sore…like a punch to the gut. But now,” she whimpers, dropping back down on my cock, “it’s starting to feel so good. And…”
She loses all train of thought as I pinch one of her nipples between my fingers, unable to keep my hands off of her.
“And what, baby?”
“And…” she replies breathlessly. “I want you to fuck me back, Callum.”
Jesus Christ.