Escalation Clause by Liz Crowe

her.
    “I know my sweet, I know. And I will, I promise.”
    She swallowed hard, tugged him down to her lips. “Then what are you waiting for?”
    “I honestly don’t know,” he admitted. “I want to be inside you, too, but slow, easy, okay?”
    She nodded and the eager-but-nervous look in her eyes nearly made him stop. She arched up, propped a foot on the bed and he slid between her legs as if he’d been born for it, born for her. “Now, Brandis,” she whispered, nearly making him come in the damn condom before he’d even entered her willing body. Sweat slicked their skin, the combined smell of their mutual lust swirled in his head. The candlelight flickered as their lips met. She angled her hips, and he could feel her heat through the latex. He groaned, trying like hell to hold back.
    She broke the kiss, put her hands on his face. “Please,” she sucked in a breath as he pressed inside, the sweet velvet glove feel of her exactly as he imagined it, the tight grip of her instantly familiar, but so much more. She tensed, so he stopped, ran a hand down her face, to her breasts before leaning down to suck a large, responsive nipple between his lips.
     She relaxed, as he knew she would. He kept the head of his cock inside her, resisting the urge to thrust hard, put his mark on her. He got a mental grip on himself, dispelled the caveman and willed himself to slow down.
    Mo blew out a breath, loosened even further when he moved to her other nipple, nuzzling then sucking then biting down making her moan and move into him again. Her hips moved, rolled, pulling him inside with a natural motion. “Okay, baby, I need to do this now, ready?”
    She nodded. “I’m scared. Kiss me,” her voice was hoarse.
    “You’re safe,” he whispered he pressed in further, encountering the expected resistance and deepening their kiss while holding her close, using slow, firm strokes. She cried out, broke the kiss and stared at him, tears in her eyes. He stopped, his whole body tense yet crying out for him to move, faster, harder. “I love you, Maureen. Let me in. It’s okay.” At his words she nodded, wrapped her legs around his waist, and gave everything she had to him.
    His skin prickled and a knee-jerk orgasm lit the edges of his consciousness at the sensation of something releasing, opening, taking him so deep he met her cries with his own. They moved together, slowly then faster, he kept his pubic bone pressed to her clit, buried inside her, feeling her stretch to accommodate him.
    “I’m not gonna last long.” He grunted as her pussy contracted, leaned her head back and gave a low, long moan of satisfaction as she came all around him, making him see stars and explode inside her. The candle flickered, went out and they lay in the dark, connected, entangled.
    Brandis had never, in his entire life, felt more complete.
     
     
     
    The surprisingly sharp, piercing pain subsided leaving a low ache that Mo utterly ignored, she was so sated and happy, with her arms and legs wrapped around Brandis’ strong form. He shivered all over in the aftermath of his orgasm, a little quirk she knew she would come to love, then pressed kisses all over her breasts, neck and face, maintaining their most intimate connection all the while. She honestly had not believed she would come from penetration, not the first time anyway, but that just showed how little she knew and how much she had to learn at the hands of this man. As she relaxed again after the pure pulse of orgasm that had surprised her, he slowly withdrew, making her gasp with renewed sting. He pulled out all way, stood, and removed the condom. “I’m so sorry, baby.”
    She shook her head, a little dazed from the force and intensity of the encounter, her heart still thudding so loudly she was afraid the entire house would hear it. She lay still, letting her body absorb what happened, closed her eyes and smiled when Brandis returned with a warm wet cloth he used to gently wipe her