Chapter 62: Still Hurts

Chapter 62: Still Hurts

Ivy

The first stretch burned. My body went rigid, a cold wave of fear washing over me. He was so big. The pressure was intense, almost too much.

“It burns.” I froze, nails digging into his skin. “Leo, it hurts…”

“Shhh,” he whispered against my lips. “I’ve got you. I’m going all the way in now. Relax for me, baby. Let me in.”

I tried. I really tried. My body was tight with tension, but I nodded, squeezing my eyes shut and holding onto his arm like a lifeline.

“Open your eyes,” he said gently. “Look at me, Ivy.”

I forced them open. His face was right above mine, jaw tight with restraint, eyes full of something fierce and tender all at once.

He pushed deeper.

The pain was sharp, sudden, blooming hot and bright. I screamed, it was a broken, startled sound, as he finally sank all the way in, hips flush against mine. “Fuck. You're practically strangling my cock.”

Tears spilled from the corners of my eyes, hot and fast. My inner walls burned and stretched around him, the fullness overwhelming.

Leo kissed my tears, pressing his lips to my cheeks, my eyelids, my mouth. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, voice rough with emotion. “I’m so sorry, baby. It’s my fault. I know it hurts. I’ve got you. Just breathe.”

“It hurts,” I choked out, clinging to him.

“I know. I know.” He stayed perfectly still, buried deep, giving me time. “How do you feel? Talk to me, baby.”

“I don't want to look down because I fear I'll see the imprint of your dick on my stomach.”

Leo burst out laughing, his head falling onto the crook of my neck. “What the fuck, Ivy?”

I joined. “I don't know. I can actually feel you inside me. I don't know how to explain it.”

“I'm inside you.” He chuckled. “I'm sorry but I just have to say it.”

“What?”

“Fuck Anderson.” He spat. “Now I know what it feels like… being inside you. Fuck, I don't ever want to leave.”

I blushed. “Still hurts.”

His hands stroked my sides, my thighs, soothing. He kissed my forehead, my temple, murmuring soft words between kisses. “You’re doing so well. So brave. So perfect. I love you. I’ve got you.”

Slowly, the sharpest edge of the pain began to dull into a deep, aching pressure.

My body adjusted around him, the burn fading into something warmer. I shifted experimentally, and a small gasp escaped me — not pain this time, but something else.

Leo felt it. He pressed his forehead to mine. “Ready for me to move?”

I nodded, still trembling but no longer terrified. “Go ahead.”

He pulled out slowly — the drag made me whimper — then pushed back in, just as carefully. The second thrust was smoother.

The third sent a spark of pleasure through the lingering ache. He kept the pace gentle at first, rocking into me with deep, measured strokes that let me feel every inch of him.

“You feel incredible,” he groaned against my neck. “So tight. So warm. Fuck, my baby…”

I held onto him tighter, legs locked around his waist. The pain was still there, but it was blending with something hotter, something that made my hips rise to meet his.

When he angled his hips on the next thrust and hit something inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes, I cried out. This time in pleasure.

Leo’s control started to fray.

His thrusts grew deeper, harder, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room. He braced himself on one forearm, the other hand sliding between us to rub slow circles over my clit.

The dual sensation, his thick cock stretching me, his fingers working that sensitive bundle, made me moan loudly.

“That’s it,” he rasped. “Take me. You’re doing so good.”

He kissed me again, swallowing my sounds as he picked up the pace. The bed creaked beneath us.

Water still dripped from our bodies onto the sheets. Every thrust sent ripples of pleasure through me now, the earlier pain fading into a deep, building heat.

I was shaking again, but for an entirely different reason. My nails raked down his back towards his ass as he drove into me harder, the headboard knocking softly against the wall.

He was losing himself in me, and I was losing myself in him.

“Leo,” I gasped, feeling the pressure coil tighter and tighter inside me. “I’m— I’m close—”

“Come for me,” he growled, hips snapping forward. “Come on my cock, baby. Let me feel you.”

The orgasm hit me hard — stronger than anything he’d given me with his mouth. My walls clamped down around him, pulsing, fluttering, pleasure crashing through me in waves.

I cried out his name, body bowing off the bed as I came.

Leo followed seconds later, burying himself deep with a guttural groan. I felt the hot rush of him inside me, and even through the haze of pleasure, a tiny flicker of worry surfaced — but it was drowned out by the way he kissed me, held me, whispered my name like a sacred prayer.

He didn’t pull out right away. He stayed buried inside me, kissing my face, my neck, my shoulders, stroking my hair as we both came down.

My body felt wrecked in the best way — sore, full, glowing.

When he finally eased out, I winced at the emptiness and the slight sting. Leo immediately gathered me against his chest, pulling the damp sheet over us. He kissed the top of my head, holding me close.

“You okay?” he asked quietly, concern lacing his voice.

I nodded against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. “Yeah. I’m okay.”

He tilted my chin up and kissed me softly. “Thank you for trusting me. For staying. For this.”

I smiled, small but real, and snuggled closer. The ache between my legs was a reminder of what we’d just shared. Of the pain that had turned into something beautiful.

Outside, the house was quiet. Just the two of us.

And for the first time in a long while, I didn’t feel afraid.