“However I desire?” He curses long and hard, making me clench my thighs around him. “That’s a tempting offer.”
“Let’s see if you can live up to it.” I rise onto my knees only to discover that it’s not enough height. Holy fuck, I really don’t know if I can do this. It doesn’t matter. I have to try.
I get my feet under me and crouch over him. Only then can I position his cock in my entrance. The size difference feels obscene like this. Something almost like true fear flickers inside me. “I don’t know if I can take you.”
“You can.” He says it with such confidence, I wonder if he’s had human lovers in the past. I’m not prepared for the jealousy I feel in response to that thought. Bram shifts beneath me. “No, I’ve never fucked humans before, but plenty of my people have. It’s possible. I promise it’s possible.”
I try to press down on his crown, but he’s too broad to easily slip inside me. “How? This is impossible!”
“Grace.” He rumbles my name. It’s part command and part plea. “You just need a little more preparation. Let me. Please.”
Desperation overrides any kind of Dominance/submission game we’re playing. “Yes. Okay. Do it now.”
I expect him to flip me and take control. He doesn’t. He releases the headboard with one hand and positions it near his hip, palm up. “Ride my fingers.”
His fingers are impressive, but they’re still nowhere near the size of his cock. I need him too much to argue, though. I shift enough to press his fingers to my pussy. Again, Bram doesn’t take control. Not really. He presses his middle finger inside me and holds steady as I ride it. It feels good. Really good. But it’s only a few moments before it’s not enough. “More.”
He obediently offers me a second finger. This time, as I descend, I have to go slower to adjust. Especially when he’s pressing against my walls, stretching me even more. Pleasure wraps around me. If he doesn’t stop doing that, I’m going to come. I reach for his cock, but he shakes his head. “No. I’m hanging on by a thread. Come as many times as you need to, Grace.”
The pads of his fingers pressing against my G-spot takes any hesitation away from me. I give myself over to fucking his fingers, riding them the way I desperately want to ride his cock. My orgasm blooms, closer and closer, but I fight it off with everything I have. Not yet.
Then he wedges a third finger into me.
I freeze. I was uncomfortably full with two. Three is almost painful. “Wait.”
“You have control. Give yourself time. When you’re ready, take what you need.” He speaks softly, coaxingly. He soothes me with his words and tone even as it feels like he might rip me apart with his fingers.
But only for a moment. My body adjusts slowly, increment by increment. The lust that floods me is deep enough to drown in. “Bram.”
“That’s it. Just like that.”
I barely register my body beginning to move. I don’t make a conscious choice to do it. Instinct takes over. Tiny little tremors slowly morph into strokes. And still he stretches me. But that near pain is gone. All that’s left is pleasure. Bram shifts and presses his palm to my clit. It feels so good that I panic and grab his wrist. “Wait.” I’m panting just as hard as he is, and I’m so wet that I swear he’s soaked to the wrist. “I don’t want to come until it’s your cock inside me.”
“It would be better if you did.”
Maybe he’s right. Maybe he’s not. I don’t care. “I need your cock.”
Bram tenses, and then suddenly I’m in the air, being lifted by my fucking pussy until I’m back crouching over his cock. Only then does he withdraw his fingers. He’s the one who guides his broad cock to my entrance. This time, what felt impossible is merely a devastating challenge. I sink down, taking an inch of him inside me. Holy fuck.
Every inch is a battle between his body and mine. It feels too good to stop, but I can’t slide all the way to the hilt in a smooth motion like I’d love to. My descent happens in fits and starts. By the time I seal us together completely, we’re both covered in sweat and breathing as if we just ran a marathon.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I can’t stop shaking. I need to move, but it’s as if my bones have turned to jelly. My knees reach the bed now, but they won’t if I try to lift myself all the way off him. “Bram—”
Somehow, he knows what I need before I get the words out. He reaches down and slides his hands under my knees. It seems impossible that he can keep me lifted indefinitely, but he doesn’t hesitate to raise me into the air a few inches, creating a solid base for me to leverage myself on. The move makes every muscle in his torso stand out, and I shiver at the sight . . . which only makes me more aware of the way he fills me.
Slowly, carefully, I begin to move.
It’s the most excruciating pleasure I’ve ever experienced. Every move has his ridges rubbing against delicious parts of me. I can barely keep my eyes open, but closing them means missing the way Bram watches me. Like a devout man who’s finally seen the face of his god. Later, it might make me uncomfortable. Right now, I soak up his attention, revel in this moment of perfect understanding.
My body adjusts. It just takes a little longer than I’m used to. I roll my hips slowly, both because it feels good and because of how closely he watches me. His jaw is clenched so tightly, I worry for his teeth. “Bram.”
“Come for me, Grace. Please. I can’t—”
It’s as if his desperation undoes my own. I pick up my pace, chasing that burning ember of need deep inside me. It flares hotter and hotter. So close . . . I could hold out. Maybe. Could wring him dry and win this little wager.
I don’t want to.
I press my fingers to my clit, circling exactly the way I need as I ride him. One stroke. Two. On the third, my body clenches so hard, it makes me dizzy. “Oh, fuck.” I grind down on his cock, riding the wave that rises and rises until I’m suddenly terrified it will never crest. When it does, I almost black out.
Bram releases my knees, causing his cock to sink even deeper. I shriek, but the sound is cut off when he sits up and kisses me. He clings to me, his mouth moving against mine even as his hips pump into me. It’s soft and sweet and . . . Oh fuck, I’m coming again.
This time, he follows me. His cock pulses inside me. I cry out again against his lips, and he swallows the sound even as he orgasms. On and on and on, each stroke a surge I can feel until his seed overflows and spills down my thighs and all over his lap.
I collapse against him, or maybe he collapses against me. I honestly can’t be sure. We hold each other, shivering and shaking and weaving like two drunken sailors cast adrift in seas beyond our knowing.
At some point, I become aware of Bram brushing featherlight kisses along my throat and shoulder. His arms tighten around me. “Are you okay?”
“Yes.” I think so. I’m going to be sore tomorrow, but the ache starting between my thighs is more than worth the cost of what I just experienced. I brush his hair back. “Are you?”
“No.” He huffs out a rough laugh. “I think my world just tilted on its axis.”
Yes. That’s exactly what it feels like. I just didn’t expect him to admit as much out loud. I kiss his temple, his horns. “You did well.”