Page 118 of The Strength Of A Woman

“It hurts badly,” she says, smiling as she experiences a man inside her for the first time. “Please don’t stop,” she says, feeling some pleasure on top of her pain.

Despite doing it now, she’ll feel pain for several days, but I don’t want to spoil it for her now.

We lock lips again, and the good sensations flowing from our kiss mask some of her anguish and the sharp ache between her legs.

I move faster and faster, although there’s nothing more I’d like to do now than to prolong this moment.

She’s covered in sweat, her breath ragged and shallow, when I hold her against me and move my fingers over her clit. A few strokes is all she needs.

Her thighs tense around me, the edge of her teeth making me feel the taste of blood on mine.

“Oh… This feels good,” she says, swept away in a trance, having no idea how good this will be in the future.

She rolls her hips harder, meeting mine, and that’s my clue. I push her hard over the edge and finally rail her, getting the high of my life as she convulses in my arms, and I flood her center with my load.

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That sensation stays with me.Him being inside me. Him throbbing. Him fucking me. I’m drunk on everything that’s happened.

My center is still pulsing.

Wet arousal still trickles down.

I’m still smiling. Still yearning. Still celebrating the biggest win of my life.

Still hungry for the man of my life.

He tosses a napkin he has soaked up the mess between my legs to the bottom of the picnic basket while I fold an arm beneath my head and look up at the stars, and then at him.

He looks so handsome in the moonlight, his eyes borrowing mystery from the moon, his lip wearing a little cut from my teeth.

He didn’t say a thing to me.

There was no reprimanding from him.

Is he how I had imagined him?

Yes, he is.

That and more.

I’d go crazy if he weren’t mine.

And he seems to know it.

His lips curl into a knowing smile, his unshaken confidence making me want him even more.

I didn’t know this could hurt like a bitch.

I’d take this pain and even more to be with him. To satisfy him. To satisfy myself.

He lies next to me, shirtless, his muscles my pillows as I turn to him, press my chin against his chest, and look at him.

“I’m sorry.”

He laughs.