I lined myself up with her p****y and kissed her again, deep and slow.
“I’m gonna go slow. You tell me to stop, I stop.”
“Killian…” she whispered, hands on my chest, “I’m ready.”
I pushed in, just the tip, and f***k, she was tight. Her p****y wrapped around me like a vice, and it took everything I had not to slam in all the way. Her breath hitched.
“Okay?” I asked, voice rough.
She nodded. “Yeah.”
I moved in a little more, inch by inch, feeling every bit of her stretch around me. Then I felt it—her barrier.
Oh my Goddess.
I paused, chest heaving, pressing my forehead to hers.
“This is the part where it might hurt, Angel,” I whispered. “But it’ll pass, okay? I’ve got you.”
“I know,” she said. “Do it.”
I kissed her and thrust forward, firm but controlled, breaking through. She gas
