Fighting Strong by Marysol James Page A

his forearms, pinning her left leg down to the bed with his huge thigh. He lifted her injured leg and gently wrapped it around his waist and she arched against his body. His left arm was extended up over her head, his other hand guiding his cock inside of her.
    He entered her cautiously, retreated. Then again, a bit farther. And again. She moaned.
    “Oh, Adam… more. Please.”
    Her right leg curled around him tighter, pulling him closer. Encouraged, Adam slid in deeper, making rocking movements now. Her pussy pulled at him, as strong as hands. With a groan of surrender, he pushed all the way inside her, filling her and stretching her to bursting. He dropped his head and his face was hidden in her shoulder, his weight pushing down on her chest.
    Suddenly, something changed. She tensed up but this was different from earlier, when she had gone rigid just before orgasm. Adam pulled back and looked in to her beautiful eyes. He froze. She just wasn’t there anymore. Her eyes had a distant, vacant look and he felt genuine fear move through his body.
    “Katie? You OK?”
    She didn’t answer. Her eyes closed now and she started shaking.
    “Hey, baby? You with me?”
    Katie heard him from a distance. His voice sounded like he was talking to her from the bottom of a deep well.
    Adam took her face in his hands. “Katie? Say my name. Say you know who I am.”
    She shook her head, starting to breathe too fast.
    “Say my name, baby.”
    With a great effort, she tried to focus. She whispered, “Adam.”
    “Again.”
    “Adam.”
    “That’s right. I’m here with you. That’s me inside you. It’s me.”
    She nodded.
    “Open your eyes. Look at me.”
    Katie opened her eyes and saw Adam’s pale face. She blinked.
    “I’m going to pull out now…”
    “No,” she said. “No, wait.”
    “I can’t, Katie. I can’t scare you like this. You’re not ready, sweetheart.”
    It damn near killed him to do it, but he pulled out of her hot, sweet body. Her eyes filled with tears and she broke in to sobs.
    “I’m sorry, Adam. I’m so sorry…” She shut her eyes, tried to turn away from him.
    “No. Hey, no.” He rolled off her and on to his back, pulling her with him. “Stay with me, OK? Don’t go away again.”
    “Oh, God. Why won’t he just get out of my head? Why won’t he leave me alone? All I want is for it to stop…”
    “You have to let it take time, Katie. You can’t rush this, just because you want to.”
    She cried, her head buried in his chest and he held her, cursing himself for doing this to her. He should have waited, he should have insisted. Rage at his own selfishness rose in his chest.
    You asshole. You fucking dickhead asshole. You can’t rush this, just because you want to.
    Katie wept, berating herself the whole time. She couldn’t believe how stupid she felt. She was the one who initiated the whole fucking thing, she bought the condoms, she pushed when Adam hesitated. And then she stopped almost as soon as Adam was inside her.
    He is going to hate you for this, and you can’t even blame him.
    “I’m sorry, Adam.” She raised her head, tears still streaming. “Are you angry at me?”
    She was shocked when his eyes met hers. Is he – crying? She reached up and her fingers came away wet.
    “Adam?”
    He blinked hard as his eyes welled up. He felt like an idiot, but he couldn’t help it: he was just so overcome by shame and self-loathing. And here she was worried about him being angry at her ; here she was apologizing to him .
    “Katie, do not apologize even one more time. You hear me? This is not your fault. None of it.”
    “Well, it’s not yours, either,” she said.
    He was silent.
    “It’s not , Adam.” She sat up. “It’s his . Just his and all his. He did this to me.”
    He nodded reluctantly. “Yeah. Yeah, I know. But –”
    “No ‘but’. I wanted this as much as you did. I thought I was ready. I – I liked it, up to a point.”
    He took a deep breath. “OK. Come