His lips touched me again, this time halfway down my clit, his tongue leading the way, adding more to the wetness already there. Each dip caused my breathing to turn more rapid, my heart to race.
I didn't know what to anticipate. I didn't know if I could handle it.
His size.
His strength.
What if he's too much?
"I'm going to take care of you," he whispered across my pussy. "You're soon going to enjoy this so much that you'll be begging me for it."
He moved us, setting me on my back, where he knelt in front of me. The richest desire bored through my eyes. He pumped his cock several times and spread my legs even further apart.
"Don't move," he ordered.
As he left me on the floor, the air hit between my legs like a cold slap, showing how wet he'd made me. I barely had time to inhale before he returned, a tube of lube in his hand.
He squirted some over his shaft, adding more to his tip. "This will help."
He covered two of his fingers with the gel, and suddenly, they were probing that hole, a feeling that almost made me pucker. There was slickness and sliding, an acceleration of this enjoyable agony.
"This is going to feel so fucking good."
It already did. Even more so as he twisted his wrist, giving me a slow, steady plunge.
But it didn't last.
I held in my breath as his hand left me, lining up his tip, my ass opening to allow him in. "Dominick …"
With his eyes on mine, he held my face, making sure I didn't move, that I stayed focused on him. "I'm not going to hurt you, Kendall, but I need you to breathe."
I trusted him.
And I believed him.
I exhaled as deeply as my lungs would allow, and just as I inhaled, he went in deeper.
"Ah!" I squeezed his shoulders, sharing some of the burning and pain as I stretched around him.
"Trust me." He kissed me. "It will get better."
There was a heat that got worse, the farther he went in. A burning, like a blaze was igniting inside me, each inch adding fuel. When I tried to hold in air, putting my mind somewhere else, he would bring my attention back to him.
And he would remind me to, "Breathe."
His lips pressed to mine, his hands now framing my face, his tongue circling. When he pulled back, he dived into my neck, kissing up my jaw and over to my ear. "You're almost there."
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 if he'd fit back in, if I would need him to stop.
"Trust me," he repeated against my mouth, his mind inside mine. "I'm not going to hurt you."
I didn't know how much time had passed, but I took several breaths, staring at his incredibly handsome face while I whispered, "Okay." I swallowed. "I'm ready."
He gradually reversed, and an entirely new feeling came over me; the same happened when he smoothly dived in. There wasn't a heat, only stretching that was far more tolerable than before. The sharpness dulled; the fullness became less overwhelming.
"Fuck," he hissed. "You're fucking pulsing."
I could feel it.
The narrowness of my body.
The pressure didn't change, even as he pumped me. But what loosened was the discomfort, the tiniest hint of fervor there instead. And that grew when his fingers landed on my clit, rubbing.
"Dominick …" My nails bit into his skin.
"That feels good, doesn't it, baby?"
Small, intimate bursts were sparking inside me.
"Yesss."
It wasn't the same intensity like when he was in my pussy or when his mouth was between my legs. This was subtle but definitely present. And it increased a little with every thrust, especially when his thumb stayed on my clit, but then a finger slipped inside me.
"Oh God."
My mind was so jumbled with what was happening; my body was trying to catch up to all these unknown feelings. There was so much movement, so much back and forth; I couldn't distinguish one part from the other.
"Goddamn it, Kendall."
He pulled one of my nipples into his mouth, flicking the tip, and I reached into his hair and tugged.
"Fuck," I moaned.
He was pleasuring every sensitive spot on my body.
He didn't leave a place untouched.
And all his attention was working. The tingles in my stomach were exploding. The build was coming. I didn't have to reach for it or search.
It was already there.
Surfacing.
Peaking.
"Dominick …"
His tongue stilled from circling my nipple. "Tell me."
I was sure he could feel the words. He knew what they were going to be before I shouted them.
And when he bit down on that sensitive point, he knew more than a moan was going to escape.
It happened so fast.