Always Only You by Chloe Liese (z-lib.org).epub

She nods furiously. Then shakes her head. “You’re huge. It’s like a Mack
truck trying to take a back alley.”
I laugh into her neck. “I’m sorry. I’ll go slow. I want to make it good for
you,” I whisper.
She kisses me gently. “I’m not worried about that,” she whispers back.
“Good. That makes one of us.”
A laugh bursts out of her, and I have to clench my jaw because of how it
makes her body flex around mine. “Just give me like…five hours to get
adjusted,” she mutters.
“I’ll be lucky if I last five minutes, Frankie.”
“Go slow while you can, okay?” she whispers. “It’s better that way. Gentler.
Like this.”
At her cue, I loosen my grip and free her hands. Gripping my backside, she
guides me with her as she leans her hips back, then rocks up. Air rushes out of
me.
“God, you feel incredible.” I set my mouth over hers, kissing, tasting,
sharing breath as I follow her rhythm and my body’s instinct. I pull away and
moan helplessly as I ease in again.
Holding my weight on my elbows on either side of her face, I kiss her neck,
her jaw, her lips, finally sinking so far inside her, I feel where I can’t go any
farther.
Frankie gasps. I pull back reflexively, but she stops me, panting for air. “It’s
okay. Don’t stop, okay?”
My body’s begging to thrust and pound and take. It’s too harsh, too much. “I
don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” she says gently, her hands drifting to my backside again,
guiding me, pulling me to her. “I promise you won’t.”
Waves of muscles tighten around my cock. A sigh falls out of me as I draw
back, then press into her, sure and slow. I feel sparks soar up my legs, a fierce
need to move guiding me.
“Again,” she whispers. “Again.”
Our moans echo in each other’s mouths as I thrust into her, as Frankie hugs
me tight. Her hips roll in rhythm with mine, first slow, then urgently. Faster.
“Faster, Ren,” she rasps. “Faster.”
The last thread of my hesitation snaps, unleashing a torrent of need. I find
her clit with my thumb and circle it steadily in time with each drive into her.
Fast. Deliberate. The slap of skin on skin, the quiet rhythm of her cries. More
waves, fluttering and faint, teasing spasms along my length as our bodies move
together.