Page 228 of Shhh…It’s A Killer Story

under her butt, positioning myself between her legs.

“Relax. I’ll take care of you, baby.”

When I imagined having sex with her, I always skipped this part, going straight into picturing myself already inside her...but I need to get there first without fucking hurting her, and despite hiding it well, I’ve never been so nervous before sex.

“You’re more worried than I am, Honey. Relax.” She lifts her head off the

pillow, imitating my tone.

I watch her face, waiting for any signs of pain as I move my hips

forward slowly the head of my cock pressing against her resistance. She tenses.

“Look at me.” I retreat, then slide back in, barely making contact.

Her eyes pop open. Big, round, filled with unease that has me on edge, almost ready to pull out and try another day.

Fuck. This girl… This sweet, innocent perfect woman has been my focus point since I laid eyes on her.

“You trust me, Seraphina. I won’t hurt you.”

She nods, smiling small, and I wipe that smile off with a kiss. I tease her with shallow, slow thrusts, her body adjusting to take me inch by inch. The more she relaxes, the further I sink. The barrier stretches slowly, letting me in deeper. It takes at least five minutes of cautious movements and my lips working every inch of her skin in reach before I’m as deep as the position allows.

“How’s that, baby? Does it hurt?”

“No, honey but I need you to move or something.”

I graze my nose up her cheek, leaving a kiss on her temple. Grinning.

“Gosh, there’s no space there. How did you fit it in? I’m really

stretched... it’s... it’s...” She circles her hips like she’s checking something.

“Honey, I’m not joking, please move.”

I rise on my elbows, looking her over. I don’t know why, but her

babbling makes me fall for her that much harder. I retreat my hips slowly and slide back in, loving how she bites my lip, her nails digging into my biceps. I cover her mouth with mine, teasing her tongue while I pull out and push back in.

“You have no idea what you do to me.”

Being with her, being inside her, is surreal. I never want to be

anywhere but this close to her. Ever. My moves remain cautious for a while before I’m confident enough to up the tempo. She moans, arching off the floor, kissing my neck, face, and lips while her nails glide up and down my back, drawing faint lines. I’ve never been so fucking aroused. Every thrust is fucking sacred. Every sound she makes blows my mind. She’s a drug, and I’m addicted to the point of madness, my chest heavy with overpowering emotions. I’ll make this work. For her, I’ll be the best version of myself.

“I need to be deeper,” I say, sitting back on my calves. “You need to

feel me deeper. Turn around on your knees baby.”

“I can’t Honey my legs aren’t working.”

It’s been a while since her last orgasm, but her knees still buckle when

she tries to get in position.

“Let me take care of you baby.” I pull her up, wrapping my arm over her stomach and turning her around. I cuff her wrists in one hand and hold her hip with the other as I slip inside, pressing my face into her hair.

“Oh God,” She breathes, her legs buckling again.