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Just when thought I was going to tip over into pleasure, he pulled out of me, making me groan in frustration.
When he squeezed out more lube onto his cock and I felt a cool glob on my ass, I tensed for a moment.
“I won’t do anything you don’t like, Ness. But do you want me to make you feel good like this? Do you want to try?”
This time I did meet his gaze. “Go slow?”
“Of course.”
With a nod of understanding, he teased his cock along the seam of my ass, gently pressing it against the tight ring of muscle.
"And if it's too much, just say stop," he whispered, his hot breath against my ear as I gave a shaky nod in reply. His hands were firm but gentle as they held my hips, one thumb still lightly circling that sensitive area.
"Relax," he murmured. And as I let out a shuddery breath, I felt him push gently inside.
Pleasure and a slight discomfort flared up, but the burning sensation soon turned into a deep, throbbing satisfaction. I squeezed my eyes shut and bit down on the pillow to stifle a moan as Atticus went deeper.
One inch.
Slide and retreat.
Two inches.
Slide and retreat.
"Atticus," I breathed, my voice husky and barely audible.
"Shhh," he soothed, his breath cool on my heated skin. "Tell me if it's too much."
"No… No, keep going." My body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming with pleasure. I could feel him filling me up bit by bit, each slow thrust pushing my boundaries but not breaking them.
"Good girl," he murmured huskily, one hand gripping my hip while the other slid around to circle my clit. I gasped as his fingers started to move in rhythm with his thrusts.
"God, Atticus, don't stop," I moaned as he pressed harder against that small bundle of nerves. My body was tightening like a bowstring ready to snap, and the unfamiliar sensation of being filled so completely was driving me wild.
"Relax," he whispered again, and as I let go of the tension that had me wound tight, pleasure washed over me in one powerful wave after another.
Without stopping his steady rhythm, Atticus leaned down to press a kiss against my sweaty back. "You're doing good, really good. Just let it happen." When he was finally fully seated inside me, he cursed low.
“Fuck, your ass is so tight. Are you o?—”
I shivered. “I’m okay. It’s good. It’s so good.”
"All right then," he growled, his voice thick with lust. He started moving again, pulling out so just the head of his cock remained inside before pushing back in slowly. The rhythm of his thrusts were slow and torturous, matching the pace of his fingers on my clit. “You look so sexy taking my cock up your ass.”
I couldn’t even explain it. What he was doing to my clit was magic, but there was pleasure from somewhere deep in my core like I’d never experienced before.
"Atticus, oh God." I gripped the sheets tight, my knuckles white. His movements were slow and deliberate, each stroke making me gasp with pleasure.
"You can take it," he breathed into my ear. "You're taking it so well."
Whenever the pressure became too much, he would slow down and let me adjust before pressing deeper. It was a delicious torment, a pleasure so intense that I could barely form a coherent thought.
"More," I whispered, surprised by the raw need in my own voice.
"Easy, sweetheart. We're not done yet," he replied with a low chuckle. His breath hitched as he buried himself fully within me again. "Fuck, Gwen." He muttered my name like a prayer. He was moving faster now, his fingers relentless against my clit.
"Atticus," I whimpered. The combination of sensations was overwhelming, each stroke sending ripples of pleasure through me. His grunts and dirty words filled the room, making my body hum with need.
