“I want what you can give me, Shane. I want you.”
I say what I mean. I don’t need him to worry about my feelings right now. What I need is for him to take me. Without warning, Shane thrusts into me. My eyes widen and I grip the sheets tightly as I cry out.
He’s thick and hard. It feels like he’s going to split me in half. My mouth hangs agape as I take deep breaths. He’s deep and I want to cry. My fingers clench the sheets painfully when he pushes forward. GODDESS. HE WASN’T ALL THE WAY IN? Tears fill my eyes again and a whimper falls from my lips.
“Please,” I cry quietly.
“Sh, sh,” Shane coos. His hand is on the small of my back. His thumb draws circles into my skin reassuringly. Shane pushes in further and I arch my back as I push my face further into the bed. I can feel him in my stomach, it hurts, he hurts.
“Ah,” I cry.
