Free Unbreakable by Rebecca Shea Page A

on my clit when I feel him slide a second finger inside of me. That trembling feeling is becoming more and more intense as I rock my hips with the movement of his fingers.
    “Oh, God,” I moan.
    His fingers are moving in unison with my hips and his thumb is applying just the right amount of pressure. My thighs continue to shake and I feel the soles of my feet start burning as my toes curl. I close my eyes as I feel the most amazing release I’ve ever felt. My back arches more, and I gasp for air as ripples of pleasure run through my body. Pulling his fingers from me I watch as he moves them to his lips, tasting me. I’m mortified and curious at the same time as I watch him. Finishing, he crawls up me and simultaneously pulls the towel from around his waist, tossing it to the floor.
    “I love you,” he whispers, pressing his lips to mine and I can taste myself on his lips.
    Still breathing heavily, I mumble against his lips, “I love you too.”
    Positioning himself between my legs, he settles in as he continues to kiss me slowly as I come down from my first orgasm. Finding that spot behind my ear, he licks and kisses me softly. I can feel that heat building between my legs again, brought on by the movement of his erection between my legs. The pressure of his pelvic bone is pressing against me is causing another build-up.
    “I want to make love to you too,” He whispers in my ear. “But if you’re not ready for that, please tell me now,” he says, pulling back to look me directly in my eyes.
    Brushing the hair off of my face, he kisses my temple. His eyes are dark, hooded, yet his touch is light and gentle. Closing my eyes momentarily, I nod my head. I can’t imagine my first time with anyone other than him. Bringing both of my hands to his face, I pull his head down to me, pressing a needy kiss against his lips.
    “Make love to me,” I whisper against his lips. His forehead drops to mine as he lifts his hips slightly, pressing himself against my center. “Please,” I beg him, my breathing rapid. He laces both of his hand through mine and places them on each side of my head. I squeeze his hands, to let him know I’m ready.
    “Relax,” he says. My pulse quickens with anticipation. Gently entering me, I gasp at the slight pain of him stretching me. Taking a deep breath, I focus on trying to relax, and not the pain I feel from him entering me.
    “I’m going to go slow. Just breathe,” he says quietly, letting me adjust to him as he holds himself still for a few seconds. ‘Just breathe’ I recite to myself inside of my head. Keeping my eyes focused on his, my hands rest on his biceps as he pushes himself into me a little further and then a little further. I gasp with each inch he presses into me. It’s painful, not horrible, but not comfortable either.
    Once he’s filled me completely, I close my eyes as I mumble, “Oh my god,” and squeeze both of his hands again.
    “Baby, are you ok?” he asks, pressing a kiss to my lips.
    “Yes. Just give me a second,” I whisper. Leaning forward, I kiss his shoulder and pull my hands out of his and move them to his arms to his back. When I relax and there is no longer any pain, just pressure, I rock my hips slightly inviting him to do the same.
    “God you feel good,” he says.
    “So do you.”
    “Wrap your legs around me,” he whispers, and I lift my legs hitching them around his hips.
    Taking his time with me, he moves slowly, and I can’t help but take pleasure in the fact that the man I love is inside of me, skin to skin—making love to me. Closing my eyes, I want remember this moment, just feel him as he moves back and forth. He’s slow and gentle, and careful. Resting his forehead against mine, he continues to move, pressing light kisses to my face. Opening my eyes, I feel him harden more inside of me, his eyes grow darker, and his pace quickens.
    “Am I hurting you?” he asks, his breath hitching.
    “No. You feel so good,” I whisper in between