Ignite by R.J. Lewis Page A

the wetness of our tongues, and breathing heavily. His hands roamed up and down my body until I was well accustomed to the feel of being touched like this.
                  I spread my legs wide and pulled back from our kiss to stare into the endless blue depths of his eyes. Fully aware of my intentions, I felt his hand brush lightly at the folds of my core, and I whimpered in pleasure at the briefest flicker of his fingers at my clit. Then I was aware of the thick dip of flesh lightly pushing at my entrance.
                  “Are you sure about this?” he shakily asked.
                  I stroked his sweat laden face and kissed his lips softly before pushing my hips up as an answer. Resting his forehead against mine, he looked down at himself slowly entering me. I gazed down in wonder, unsure how to cope with the strange and foreign feeling of his tip pushing into me. I was so small next to him, and the way I stretched to try and accommodate his thickness made me uncertain it could even be done.
                  “Look at me,” he whispered, and when I did, he gently nuzzled his nose against mine and kissed me lightly with a hand cupped at my cheek.
                  It was hugely intense staring into his eyes as he joined himself slowly, inch after inch until I sucked in my breath at a sharp pain. He paused and distracted my pain by kissing me, licking my tongue with his as he pushed again. The pain skyrocketed into a sharpness that had me biting feverishly at his lip. I wasn’t aware my arms were so tightly wrapped around his waist until I felt soreness in my forearms. Then he pushed again, and instantly slipped in, going and going, and then stopping when he hit the end of my channel.
                  “Shh, it’s okay,” he whispered into my ear.
                  I don’t know how long we were like that, joined to the root, but the longer time had passed by, the more at ease my body felt at being filled. The pain had died off and was more like a pinch, but I was beyond aroused now that he was fully inside of me, stretching me with a growing thickness that felt so damn good.
                  Holy shit, I wanted to start moving again. I pushed my hips into him, groaning lightly at the friction against my clit. He slowly moved out of me, and then back in. Retreating and advancing with caution; time was on our side because he took so long adjusting me to the sensation of his arousal until I was absorbed in him with a waking need to go faster.
                  I would forever look back at this moment and know with certainty that he was making love to me. It wasn’t all lust and all passion; he was giving me all of him, surrendering a part of his soul he’d unknowingly reserved. We knew each other with such depth, it had only been a matter of time for a union like this, and now we had a lifetime to explore each other’s bodies with an equal depth.
                  “Are you feeling okay?” he asked me.
                  “Yes,” I quivered, moving my hands over his ass, willing him to continue faster.
                  “Are you in pain?”
                  “No.” There was still that pinch of pain, but it was dulling and easily forgettable.
                  “Does it feel good?”
                  “Yes.” Oh, yes, it did.
                  He groaned in my mouth, moving quicker by the second, holding me so tightly against him like he couldn’t get close enough. “I fucking love you, Sara,” he moaned, panting wildly against my neck as he continued to drive himself into me. “You’re mine. I want you to be mine. I need you.”
                  I couldn’t respond, too lost in my own pleasure, but I felt my heart explode at his words. They had me clutching his ass harder, concentrating on the friction and the build-up