He paused. Searched my face. "Good?"
"Don't stop," I said immediately.
He pressed deeper. Slow and steady and inexorable. The second barbell pushed inside me and I felt it distinctly — the ridge of metal dragging against sensitive flesh — and the sound that came out of me was something between a gasp and a moan.
"Two —" My voice came out wrecked already.
"Good girl." His jaw was tight, the muscles working, his arms bracketing me trembling slightly with the effort of keeping himself slow and measured. "Keep going. You're doing so well, baby."
He pressed forward again and the third barbell entered me and my back arched completely off the mattress.
"Three —" A moan wrapped around the word and swallowed most of it.
"Eyes on me," he reminded me, voice rough.
I dragged my gaze back to hi
