Chapter 23: First Night together II

My eyes widened. "Three times? I don't think I can…."

"You can. Trust me."

He stood up and started unbuttoning his shirt, and I watched, mesmerized, as he revealed his body inch by inch.

God, he was beautiful. Broad shoulders. Defined chest and abs. A trail of dark hair disappearing into his pants.

He unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down, along with his boxer briefs, and then he was completely naked.

And I couldn't look away.

He was big. Really big. The small daddy was really big.

Panic must have shown on my face because he smiled softly. "It'll fit. I promise. But we're going to take it slow, okay?"

"Okay," I whispered.

He opened his nightstand and pulled out a condom, and I felt a flicker of jealousy thinking about him keeping them there for…

"I bought these today," he said, reading my expression. "After our fight. After I realized I couldn't keep fighting what I feel for you. I wanted to be ready. Just in case."

The jealousy melted away. "Oh."

He rolled the condom on and then climbed back onto the bed, settling between my legs.

"If it hurts… if you want to stop at any point, you tell me. Immediately. Understood?"

"Yes."

"Good girl."

He lined himself up and started to push in, and oh God, it was a lot. The stretch was intense, bordering on painful.

"Breathe," he murmured. "Just breathe, sweetheart."

I tried, but it was hard when I felt so full and he wasn't even all the way in yet.

He moved slowly, giving me time to adjust, his eyes never leaving mine.

"You're doing so well," he praised. "Taking me so perfectly."

"It's a lot," I gasped.

"I know. I know, baby. Just a little more."

He pushed in another inch, and I whimpered. It wasn't exactly painful anymore, but it was overwhelming. So much. Too much.

"Almost there," he said, his voice strained. "Just breathe. That's it."

And then, finally, he was fully seated inside me.

We both groaned at the sensation.

Denzel's POV

She felt like heaven.

Tight and wet and perfect around me. It took every ounce of control I had not to move. Not to just thrust hard and chase my own pleasure.

But this wasn't about me. This was about her. About making her first time everything it should be.

"How do you feel?" I asked, my voice rough.

"Full. So full."

"Does it hurt?"

"A little. But it's... it's starting to feel good."

"Good. Just tell me when you're ready for me to move."

We stayed like that for a long moment, just breathing together, letting her body adjust to mine. And then she shifted her hips slightly, and we both groaned.

"Move," she whispered. "Please."

I pulled out slowly and then pushed back in, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. But all I saw was pleasure.

I set a slow, steady rhythm, not wanting to hurt her, even though every instinct screamed at me to go faster, harder.

"Is this okay?" I asked.

"Yes. God, yes. Don't stop."

I leaned down and kissed her while I moved inside her, and she wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper.

"Denzel," she moaned. "Oh my God, Denzel."

Hearing my name on her lips like that nearly undid me. I picked up the pace slightly, angling my hips to hit that spot inside her that I knew would drive her wild.

"There!" she gasped. "Right there!"

I hit that spot again and again, and her nails dug into my shoulders. She was close. I could feel it in the way her body was tensing, the way her breathing had changed.

"Come for me," I commanded. "Let me feel you come on my dick."

That pushed her over the edge. She cried out, her whole body convulsing, her inner walls clamping down on me so hard I nearly lost it.

"That's two," I said when she'd come down from the high. "Think you can give me one more?"

"I can't. It's too much. I'm too sensitive."

"You can. I promise."

I pulled out of her, and she whimpered at the loss. But before she could protest, I flipped her over onto her stomach.

"Denzel, what…"

"Trust me."

I pulled her up onto her hands and knees and positioned myself behind her.

Rayna's POV

The new position felt even more intense than before.

When Denzel pushed back inside me from behind, he went deeper, hit different spots, and I cried out at the sensation.

"Too much?" he asked, stilling.

"No. Don't stop. Please don't stop."

He started moving again, faster this time, and the pleasure was overwhelming. One hand gripped my hip while the other reached around to play with my clit, and I couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't do anything but feel.

"You're so fucking beautiful like this," he groaned. "Taking me so well. Such a good girl for me."

The praise went straight to my core. I pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts, chasing the pleasure that was building impossibly fast.

"Denzel, I'm… oh God, I'm going to…"

"Come for me, Amelia. One more time. Let me feel it."

The orgasm hit me like a lightning strike. I screamed his name, my whole body shaking, and distantly I heard him groan as he followed me over the edge.

We collapsed onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, both breathing hard, both spent.

Denzel's POV

I'd never felt anything like that in my life.

Making love to Amelia, because that's what it was, making love, not just sex, had been transcendent. Perfect. Everything I'd never known I needed.

I threw the condom away and came back to find her curled up in my bed, looking satisfied and shy all at once.

"Come here," I said, pulling her against my chest.

She came willingly, fitting perfectly in my arms like she was made for me.

"How do you feel?" I asked, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"Sore. Happy. Confused. And now I have to do the walk or shame!!."

She groaned, hand plaming her face.

I laughed softly. "You don't have to, I'm all in, alright but your first time is always overwhelming."

"Was it... was I okay?"

I pulled back to look at her. "Okay? Amelia, that was the best sex I've ever had in my life."

"You're just saying that."

"I'm not. I've never felt anything like that. Like what I feel when I'm with you."

She bit her lip. "What do we do now?"

"Now? We sleep. And tomorrow, we figure out what this means. But right now, I just want to hold you, Can I ?”

"Okay."

She settled against my chest, and I wrapped my arms around her, feeling more content than I'd felt in years.

This was real. We were real. And I was never letting her go.