by Noelle Adams
Ethan kept stroking her as she came down, and she gradually relaxed her spasming body. She ended up sprawling limply on the rumpled sheets. “God, that was good.”
He finally pulled away from her and reached over to grab a couple of tissues to wipe himself off. “It certainly sounded good,” he drawled, grinning at her endearingly.
She tried to work up enough energy to scowl. “You sound way too pleased with yourself. It’s not at all attractive.”
He joined her on the bed and somehow managed to scoot them both up until her head was on the pillow. “You mean I’m not even a little bit attractive?”
She tried to hide her shiver in response. “Not even a little bit.” It was probably obvious from her expression that she was telling a fib.
He brushed his hands along her breasts over the T-shirt she was still wearing. “Oh well,” he said in mock resignation. “I guess I’ll have to make up for my unattractiveness by using my other skills.”
Ashley was about to tell him what she thought of that conceited statement when his mouth closed over hers in a deep, tender kiss.
It was lovely and lingering, and she was smiling when he pulled away. Her first orgasm had only left her feeling like there was an emptiness inside of her that she needed to have filled. So she asked, “Don’t you think it's time to put on your condom?”
Ethan drew back slightly. “How do you know I have a condom?”
“Baby, I’ve been with you constantly for a week. I know everything there is to know about what you’re carrying on your person. I spotted the condom on the second day—when I got the money out for the tolls. Very efficient of you to always be prepared.” She beamed at him.
He looked slightly relieved, and Ashley thought she knew why.
So she added, “And we'll just ignore the disgusting possibility that you had planned to use that condom with someone else before you ran into me last week.”
He rolled his eyes. “Nothing was planned. I’ve just gotten into the habit of carrying one.”
“Good thing too. So get on with it, please. I shall just lie here and enjoy the blissful effects of my orgasm.”
Laughing, Ethan got up and started to take off his pants. Ashley closed her eyes and stretched her body out in delicious leisure. When she opened her eyes again, Ethan was naked except for the condom.
Ashley stared at him and gulped audibly. “Uh, Ethan,” she croaked. His body was firm, toned, sleek, and beautiful. If she had been an artist, she would have wanted to sculpt him. But that wasn’t on her mind at the moment.
He looked at her curiously, evidently noticing her shift in tone. “What is it, honey?”
“I love you a lot. And I really wanted to make love to you,” she said bleakly, shaking her head. Her gaze was fixed on one very particular location on his body. “But I’m sorry, Ethan, that’s never going to fit.”
***
Ethan looked down at himself and then up again, his expression slightly offended. “Of course it will fit.”
Ashley shook her head again. “While it’s nice to see you being optimistic for a change, I think I’m more familiar with my body than you are. And I can adequately judge relative sizes. It’s not going to work.”
His face changed as she saw him try to force down a chuckle. “I thought you were a pre-med major.”
“I am.”
“Well—”
“Well, nothing. Textbooks don’t prepare you for that.” She waved in the direction of his groin.
“Let’s at least try. You might be surprised at what we can make work.” He was still smiling as he moved back onto the bed and then over above her, kissing her gently on the lips.
She responded to the kiss, snaked her arms around his neck. “I guess we can try,” she conceded when she pulled her mouth away. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you if you get it stuck halfway in.”
Ethan’s body was shaking with suppressed laughter as he pressed kisses into her neck. “If it looks like it’s going to get stuck,” he murmured against the pulse in her throat. “I’ll retreat immediately.”
Pushing his upper body away with her hands, Ashley frowned. “You’re laughing at me. That’s not very nice. I have some genuine concerns here.” She did have some real anxiety, but she was also trying not to laugh.
“I know,” Ethan agreed, his lips still twitching slightly. “It was very wrong of me to laugh at you. But I’ll assure you of this at least—I’ve never had any complaints about my size in the past.”
Ashley grimaced. “I suppose that means that women always swoon over your heroic proportions.” She slid her hands up to the back of his smooth head. “I’ll have you know that I’m not so easily impressed.”
“So I’ll just have to work even harder at impressing you.” Ethan’s hands slipped under the white T-shirt she was wearing and started to push it up. “Can we get rid of this now?” he inquired.
She raised her arms so he could pull it off of her, then immediately felt exposed and vulnerable as she watched his hungry eyes linger on her naked body. Which was ridiculous, since she knew he’d seen it all before.
Only this time, there weren’t any ants.
“Beautiful,” Ethan breathed, his hand closing over one breast. “So beautiful.”
The words warmed something in Ashley’s chest, made her feel significantly less self-conscious. And the feel of his warm palm on her breast started warming something else entirely.
“Are you going to use your mouth too?” she asked curiously, as Ethan leisurely fondled her nipple with his fingers. She was quite pleased with herself for keeping her voice so light and casual, even though she could feel exquisite pangs from Ethan’s touch shooting sharply through her body.
Ethan raised his eyes to meet hers. “If I told you that, it would take away the element of surprise. I have a whole strategy at work here.”
“You do?” Ashley asked, immediately intrigued. She wiggled a bit against Ethan’s hand. “Do you always do it the same way then?”
“Of course not,” Ethan replied, looking slightly appalled. “Give me a little credit. I’ve dreamed of this so many times.”
And that effectively turned Ashley into a sappy puddle of mush. “How long have you been dreaming about it?”
He glanced up at her face quickly, almost sheepishly.
“Tell me,” she demanded.
“If I tell you the truth, Mark might kill me.”
She laughed. “I won’t tell him. I promise.”
He pressed a little kiss on her collarbone. “I’ve always known you were the only girl for me.”
“That’s got to be a lie.”
“I’m not lying. I remember when I was eight and you dug up a bunch of worms as a way to get me and Mark to let you go fishing with us. I saw you with all those worms, and my heart was gone forever. I just got lucky that you ended up so beautiful.”
She giggled helplessly as he started to tease her nipple with his mouth.
Soon, she wasn’t giggling at all. Soon, she was writhing beneath him, trying to hook her legs around him and dying for some friction.
“Okay,” she panted at last, grinding her pelvis against whichever parts of Ethan’s body she could reach. “That’s enough of that. I’m ready to go if you are.”
He had been ready to go all along—she was well aware of that. He had only been delaying for her benefit, to give her enough time to prepare.
“It’s not going to be comfortable at first,” Ethan warned, nudging her legs farther apart so he could get in between.
“I know. I’m well informed on the whole process.” She bent her knees and spread her legs even wider. “Although I wish someone had alerted me to how enormous that thing might be.”
Ethan snorted and kissed her softly. He reached his fingers between her legs to feel her entrance. She had been wet from the start, more so after her first orgasm, and even more after Ethan’s recent caresses. She was as ready as she was going to get.
He guided himself
into position, then paused, meeting her eyes.
Her breath hitched, and her heart started drumming so loudly, she was pretty sure Ethan could hear it. “Go ahead,” she urged him in a slightly wavering voice.
She loved him. Wanted this. But was still a little bit terrified.
When he didn’t do anything, just kept watching her with concern, she decided he needed a little prodding. “And if you get stuck in there, you’re the one who’s going to have to explain the situation to the doctor.”
He let out a burst of laughter and slowly sank inside her, angling himself in in a series of slow thrusts and retreats.
It was too much pressure as soon as he started to enter, but after a certain point of penetration the pain became much sharper, much more intense. Ashley choked over an anguished cry and tried to keep tears from forming.
She wasn’t entirely successful.
She tried to adjust herself around Ethan’s erection, but her muscles refused to relax. Every slight move she made generated new pangs of pain.
Ethan was gasping as much as she was, although it seemed to be from a different cause. His eyes were closed, and he was clearly struggling for control.
Since they both obviously needed a minute to recover, Ashley just lay back on the pillow and tried not to whimper.
Eventually, Ethan was able to open his eyes. “You okay?” he asked hoarsely, then cleared his throat.
“I suppose it won’t kill me.”
Ethan adjusted his weight on his forearms, causing him to move very slightly inside of her. Ashley inhaled sharply from how much the motion hurt. Ethan seemed to have pulled himself together by now and was watching her anxiously. “Is it very bad?”
“Yes, it’s kind of bad. I told you that you were too big.”
“It will start to feel better.”
“If only you were a little bit smaller,” Ashley moaned, her muscles contracting as if she were trying to push him out. “Why must you always be an overachiever?”
Ethan responded with an involuntary chuckle. But he quickly grew still and murmured, “Just tell me when you’re ready. I can wait.”
She closed her eyes and took slow, deep breaths. Urged her muscles to relax.
But her body didn’t follow her directions. Just remained tight, tense, and rigid. Finally, she said, “I don’t think it’s going to get much better than this. Why don’t you just go ahead and finish?”
“I’m not going to just give up and finish. It will feel better if you try to relax.”
She frowned. “I’m trying to relax. I’m not a complete idiot. But it’s easier said than done. This really hurts, Ethan. So I want to just get it over with quickly."
“At least let me try.” His voice was starting to sound impatient. “We’ve only just gotten started.”
“Just gotten started? It feels like you’ve been inside me forever. I told you it wouldn’t fit.”
Ethan’s face was taking on a familiar, grouchy expression, only slightly clouded by his constant struggle for control. “It does too fit. You aren’t even giving this a chance. And I’m not going to turn our first time into a one-sided fuck just because you’re being melodramatic.”
Ashley was practically choking over her outrage. “Melodramatic? You don’t know how this feels. You get the easy part. You have no idea how much this hurts.” Truthfully, it was hurting a little less now, her anger having distracted her enough to relieve some of the painful tension.
“Of course, I know it hurts,” Ethan muttered, his lips pressed into a tight, angry line. “And I’d do anything if I could make it hurt less. But that doesn’t mean we don’t try to make this work.”
She clenched her inner muscles automatically as she trembled. Ethan gasped as she did so, closing his eyes and turning his head to the side. After a minute, he turned back to glare at her. Growled, “And believe me, my part isn’t easy.”
“I’m sorry it’s not as good as you’d hoped. I told you that you could just go ahead and come.” Despite her words, it didn’t feel quite so much like an ordeal anymore. She felt her muscles continue to adjust around his hard length.
“I’m not going to come yet,” he ground out through clenched teeth. “So get that idea out of your mind immediately.”
“I should be the one to decide on this issue. I’m the one suffering the effects of your damned, massive cock."
There was a moment of silence. Then their eyes locked. And they both started laughing at once.
Ethan’s laughter was choppy and breathless, as he fought to maintain his restraint and not lose it entirely. “Listen to us. We’re ridiculous.”
“We can’t even have sex without fighting.”They were both shaking with their amusement, and so Ethan was moving constantly inside of her now—little, shuddering twitches that were hurting less and less, and were actually starting to feel almost good.
He bent his head down to kiss her, sliding his tongue across her lower lip and then biting it softly. “Such vulgar language,” he chided, humor still warming his voice. “I believe I warned you about that before.”
She smiled up at him. “The spanking will have to come later. We have other things to focus on now.”
As they stared at each other, something hot and powerful ignited between them once more. “Does it still hurt?” Ethan asked softly, now looking as if he wanted to devour her.
She shuddered under his gaze. “Yes, it hurts some. But I’m good now. I think we need to start.”
Despite the fact that tension was coming off of him in waves, Ethan leaned down to kiss her sweetly. “We can wait as long as you need.”
She shook her head, wrapped her arms around him once more. “No more waiting. I need this now. I need you now.” She briefly tightened her inner muscles around him. “Ethan, make love to me now.”
His control was starting to slip, so there was no way he could refuse. After one more kiss, he started thrusting into her, gently, slowly.
It wasn’t without some lingering pain, but the friction was compelling, was needed. “Ethan,” she breathed and brushed her hands up his neck until she was tangling her fingers through his hair. “It’s not bad.”
He made a strange grunt—half amusement, half desire. “Good. Maybe soon it will be good.”
It was getting good, which surprised Ashley into temporary speechlessness. The pain didn’t entirely fade, but it was gradually overwhelmed with a different kind of pressure that had started to build.
She began moving her hips into the growing sensations, tried to enter this new dance. So every time Ethan thrust down into her, she raised her hips to meet him.
“God, Ashley,” Ethan groaned, his eyes never leaving her face. “So good. You feel so good.”
“Yeah,” she panted, experiencing tiny bursts of sensation with each new thrust. “Good.”
He picked up his tempo a bit, increasing the momentum of their rhythm. “Love you, Ashley. Love you so much.”
She was rapidly losing the ability to form words. “Love…you…too.” Her hips were moving of their own accord, and the motion felt urgent and instinctive.
He accelerated his rhythm, and she matched his pace with her hips, their skin slapping together every time they connected. “Yes. Faster. Just like . . that.”
“You going to…come?” he gasped, his face almost torn with pleasure and tension. “Any time...soon?”
“Think so. Feels...different though.” It did feel different, felt like the mounting sensations were coming from every direction, coming from everywhere. She kept jerking frantically to reach it, clinging desperately to Ethan above her.
“Soon?” Ethan’s face was dripping with perspiration, and his eyes never leaving her face.
“Think . . .” She sucked in air at the effort speech required of her, “...so.” She felt like it was approaching, but didn’t know quite how to claim it. Intuitively, she raised her legs from the bed and wrapped them around Ethan’s body.
“Might be…too deep,” Ethan warned
in a strangled voice as she tightened her legs around him.
He was right. The new position pulled him even farther inside her body, and she cried out sharply in renewed pain and startled pleasure.
With obvious effort, Ethan pulled himself out, tried to make shallower thrusts.
“No,” Ashley insisted, lowering her hands to his butt so she could urge him back in more deeply. “Good. Want it.”
Ethan didn’t object.
He was clearly almost at the end of his restraint, but Ashley thought she was almost there herself. With a frantic jerking of her hips, she climbed up toward her cresting release.
“Coming,” she cried, feeling like the whole world was about to explode. “Coming, Ethan.”
“Good,” he muttered. “Come, honey. Come.”
So she did. Choking his name.
It was just in time because, with only a few lasts thrusts, Ethan was coming himself. Her intimate muscles contracted around him as he finally allowed himself release.
Her hips kept twitching against him erratically as she shuddered and arched beneath him. Eventually, the spasms ceased and she collapsed back onto the mattress.
Then Ethan fell onto her heavily, his weight and warmth covering her completely, enveloping her.
She grunted when his weight descended, although she didn’t really mind it that much.
“Sorry,” Ethan replied breathlessly. He shifted a little, relieving her of some of his weight. He was still sheathed inside her. “You all right?”
Ashley hadn’t quite regained her composure, was still gasping for air and trembling a little. “Yeah. But you look like you’ve been through a battle.”
He did too. He was limp, drained, and soaked with sweat. “I think I have,” he mumbled, kissing her on the corner of her mouth.
She turned her head so she could wipe some of her own perspiration off onto the pillow. “It was okay though? Wasn’t it?”
“Much better than okay,” he said huskily, kissing her fully on the lips. “Is it all right if I pull out and take care of the condom?”
She nodded. Then wished she hadn’t as he started to withdraw from inside of her body. Her muscles clung to him tenaciously, which made the procedure actually hurt.
