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“Deep breath,” he told me. “I’m going to go slow, so you can relax. If it hurts, we stop. Deal?”

I nodded again. “Yeah. Yes. Please, Derek.”

He returned my nod, his gaze locked with mine. Then he slowly pushed himself inside of me.

Despite the preparation work he’d done on me—and I was grateful for every second of it right then—there was a little bit of pain.

“Hold it there for a second,” I told him, taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly. “I need to adjust.”

He nodded and held still until I nodded at him to keep going. The pain had lessened, becoming a glorious stretch, a feeling of fullness.

Once he’d slid all the way down to the hilt, he stopped again to let me relax, without my asking him to.

And once my body got used to it—the stretch, the feel of Derek as deep inside of me as he could go, the too-much pleasure sensation of his hard cock against the most sensitive, pleasurable part of my body—it actually felt nice.

Much better than nice.

“I’m ready,” I assured him, my words coming out in a gasp.

He nodded and started moving inside of me—pulling halfway out and gently sliding back in—and it caused ripples of pleasure to cascade through me, drawing out soft moans from my lips. The entire time, his eyes locked with mine, staying fully with me in the moment.

Without my telling him, he seemed to know when I was ready for him to go harder. He picked up the pace slowly, driving into me with more and more force, until I was whimpering and moaning with every thrust, my mind blown open with pleasure and the release of having another man inside of me, making love to me.

And it was Derek. My sweet, gorgeous, perfect Derek. My mate.

I hadn’t fully understood what that meant, but our bodies fit together so perfectly. And the trust I felt—the knowing that he cherished me, that he was giving us both so much pleasure, that he cared so much about me—was almost too much.

“I’m getting close,” he said breathlessly. “Can I, inside you?”

I nodded. “Please.”

He picked up the pace, going faster, his gaze locked onto mine. Then, suddenly, he let out a sharp cry, his grip on my hips tightening. His cock swelled inside of me and there was a sudden, delicious warmth that filled me completely.

“I’m going to stay right here for a second. There’s something you need to experience.”

“More?” I asked, feeling pliant and thoroughly made love to.

He nodded. “I want you to touch yourself. I’m going to very slowly move inside you while you’re stroking your beautiful cock. I want you to experience what it’s like to have an orgasm while there’s a man inside of you.”

“Is it different than normal?”

He nodded solemnly, a small smile tracing itself on his lips. “The next one, I’ll swallow. But this one is important.”

Imagining his wet, hot mouth on my swollen, aching cock was almost too much.

He squirted a small amount of lube into my hand—he must’ve put the lube bottle beside us on the bed for exactly this purpose—and watched as I stroked myself.

True to his word, he moved gently inside me, rubbing the head of his cock against my pleasure spot over and over.

My pelvis tightened and a telltale tingle started on the base of my spine, shooting up, and I knew that I was close. My movements became more furious and so did his. I let out a sharp, startled cry, as I realized that my orgasm was going to be enough to blow the shutters off my mind—the biggest and most intense one I’d ever had.

The pleasure cascaded through me in waves as I shot rope after rope of white onto my stomach. It was so powerful and overwhelming that it was almost, but not quite, painful.

“Holy shit,” I gasped out, when I was done.

Derek pulled himself out slowly—he was still halfway hard—and immediately vanished into the bathroom. He returned with two hand towels. He handed one to me so I could wipe myself off and did the same with himself.

Then he dropped onto the bed and pulled me close to him.