The sharp pain gradually began to dull into a deep, throbbing ache. Beneath it, something else stirred—an insistent, building fullness that made my c**t pulse with renewed need. I shifted my hips experimentally, and a small gasp escaped me at the new sensation.
Alexander noticed at once. “That’s it,” he murmured. “Feel me inside you? There’s still more to take, but I’m going to go slow. I want you to feel every inch as I fill you.”
He began to move—agonizingly slow, shallow thrusts that rocked his thick length just a little deeper with each careful stroke. The burn eased bit by bit, replaced by a heavy, dragging pleasure that made my toes curl into the sheets. Every slow glide rubbed against sensitive places I had never known existed. My blood and arousal made the slide slick and intimat
