Ross eased back slightly, then rocked forward again, shallow thrusts meant to slick his shaft and help her adjust.
Each gentle push drew a fresh whimper from her throat, the pain sharp but gradually laced with sparks of something else as her arousal fought to resurface.
Sabrina's breath came in short, trembling gasps.
The fullness was overwhelming, foreign, almost too much.
She felt impossibly stretched, impaled on just the first few inches of him, and yet the deeper ache—the one that remembered how expertly he'd made her come with his mouth—was already stirring again.
Ross watched her face closely, reading every flicker of expression.
When he saw her hips twitch involuntarily toward him, he knew she was ready for more.
His jaw clenched with restraint as he drew back once more—and then drove forward with one powerful, decisive thrust.
Bang!
The bedframe slammed hard against the wall, headboard rattling as ten thick inches suddenly buried themselves deep inside her.
