“It will hurt.”

“Yeah, for a bit,” he says, pressing his body against mine, making it jerk in response.

The last hour has been spent with his lips all over me, making me so wet I can feel my own arousal on my thighs. He’s sucked and tormented my nipples, put his tongue inside my pussy, made me come twice, and now has me on my hands and knees, with his body sliding over mine, preparing me for something I’m not quite sure I want.

“You want me to stop,” he husks. “I’ll stop.”

“I’m afraid.”

He hums against my hips. “Don’t be, I’ll be gentle.”

“I t-t-trust you, it’s just...”

“I know, darlin’.”

“Be nice.”

He chuckles now. “I’ll be nice.”

I feel him move, and then I hear a drawer open. I hear the shuffling of condom packets, and then I hear him squirting something...oh god...what is that? I feel a cool sensation on my bottom a moment later, and I realize it’s lubricant.

“Can’t do this without plenty of lube.”

Ew.

He uses his fingers to slide the lube around, and then he gently slides one inside. I tense up, groaning from the overwhelming sensation. It’s very different to having a finger inside your pussy; it feels tighter in here, fuller. Jackson grumbles something sexy, and gently begins swirling his finger. I curl mine into the comforter, and drop my head onto the pillow, closing my eyes and trying to relax.

“Doin’ really well, baby.”

I squirm as he gently slides a second finger in. I feel a dull, aching pain, and clench my teeth. He reaches around, using his other finger to begin flicking my clit. I groan. He slowly slides his fingers in and out, while playing with my clit, and slowly, my body begins sparking to life.

“Goin’ to stretch you a bit.”

Stretch me?

I feel a heavier pressure as he moves his fingers, I’m guessing in a scissor like pattern, opening and closing them to stretch me wider. He does this until I’m wet beneath him, my clit swollen, and my body is ready to come. Then he slides his fingers out.

“Goin’ to try now, you tell me if it hurts.”

I groan in desperation as my orgasm begins disappearing.

“Hang in there baby, it’ll come back.”

He takes my hips in his hands, and pulls me gently back. I feel his cock pressing against my opening, and I focus on breathing through it. He kneads my ass cheeks with his hand, while he gently begins pushing his cock inside. The head of him slides in, and I tense up.

“Baby,” he rasps. “Breathe.”

“It hurts,” I whimper, squirming.

“Give it a second.”

I close my eyes, and begin trying to breathe, even though my breath hitches. Jackson gently runs a hand over my ass cheek, soothing, stroking, and then he gently begins pushing in more. I keep my eyes closed, and focus on that breathing. Inch by inch, he begins filling me, and I begin adjusting around him.

“God,” he groans. “So fuckin’ tight.”

When I feel he’s sheathed fully, I let out a puff of air I didn’t realize I was holding. Now he has to move, and that almost scares me the most. He gently begins to slide his hips back, and the sensation is quite overwhelming. He leans down, reaching around to find my clit again, where he begins a gentle caress. I groan, and everything in my body feels tight, and wound up. Like if I move, everything will combust. Jackson pulls his cock nearly all the way out, before sliding back in again. I whimper.

“Good girl,” he soothes.

Gently, he continues on that path, in and out, in and out, so slowly, so gently, until I’m begging him for more. The pain has disappeared now, and all that’s left is a different kind of pleasure. My clit is aching, my pussy is clenching, and my ass is full. The combined sensation is quite overwhelming, and my groans of pleasure seem to please him. He finally begins fucking me.

Not hard.

Just right.

The first time I orgasm like that, is a very memorable moment for me. It’s such a different sensation, like somehow it transfers through the thin walls into my pussy, and then explodes like a mini mass of fireworks. I shake for what seems like forever, before I feel Jackson coming too. He groans deeply, and his fingers tighten on my hips. He begins gently slowing the thrusting of his hips, until he’s spent, and I’m flopped on the bed.

“Fuck,” he rasps, pulling out and rolling beside me.

“So, that’s what all the fuss is about?”

He chuckles. “Good fuss or bad fuss?”

I hum as though I’m thinking. “I say good fuss.”

He grins, rolling to his side and tracing tiny circles on my back. I shiver, and feel my eyelids getting heavy.

“Sleep, darlin’.”

I smile weakly, and then I give in and close my eyes, my body completely content, my mind for the moment, a little less haunted.

For the moment.

CHAPTER 14

SERENITY

“Yo’ princess!”

I’m up in my room two nights later, trying to find something to wear to the bar later to meet with Ciara, when I hear Muff yelling out from downstairs. I drop the dress I was holding, the one that Addi so kindly purchased for me after I arrived with nothing, and head downstairs. I see Muff standing at the bottom of the stairs with a case of beer, a pizza, and a grin. I can’t help but smile, he’s just so hard not to like.

“Hey Muff,” I grin.