Uncaged Love #2: MMA New Adult Contemporary Romance by JJ Knight

square wrapper from the pocket. His body crawls over me like a lion, golden maned and powerful. “I want you to tell me if anything hurts.” His eyes are lit up, looking over my body, splayed out for him. “I’ll do my best to make it go easy.”
    “Is it like jumping in a swimming pool, better to just go fast?” I ask.
    “I don’t think so,” he says, and his grin floods me with warmth. “But I’m not sure I’ve experienced this from your end.”
    He rips the corner of the packet. The closet light falls dimly on his hands as he rolls it down his length. I watch carefully. I want to know what he’s doing. I want to be able to do it to him myself next time.
    When he moves over me, I try not to shake with nerves. It will be fine. He’s not expecting me to act like a porn star. Even if this one isn’t good, we’ll try it again. I can learn. “Is it like the speed bag?” I blurt.
    His eyes meet mine, curious. “Is what?”
    “This.” I gesture to our bodies. “Is it like how you described learning to punch? Where some people have to be taught, but others pick up the rhythm naturally?”
    He smooths hair away from my forehead. “It’s already come pretty naturally for us.”
    This soothes me. I’m glad to know he already likes what we do. I have no idea. I only know what I’ve picked up from street talk, and television, and random crappy Internet porn that people have tried to show me before I push it away.
    He adjusts over me, reaching between us. I realize he’s guiding himself to the right spot. I brace myself for something terrible, but then his mouth is back on mine. I close my eyes, focusing on his lips, the warmth of his breath. Then he’s pushing at the entrance, shifting down.
    He doesn’t go far, just rests against me. He moves up and down the folds, like he did before with his fingers and tongue. I relax into this, letting the pleasure course through me. Just be in this moment. Don’t think of the next one.
    He lifts his body away, enough to leave a gap between us. The only place we connect is right down there. I realize, this is it , but I don’t allow my muscles to tense up. I exhale slowly.
    Colt smiles down at me. Then he shifts his hips, and I feel it, a small stab of pain. I tense up, and he stops. But this makes it worse.
    “It’s like the pool,” I manage to say. He nods, and without hesitation, plunges the rest of the way inside.
    I suck in a breath. He holds his position, careful and still. “You okay?”
    I can’t believe it’s already over. “Yes. I’m pretty sure you slammed right through it.”
    He chuckles. “You should write Valentine’s cards.” He leans down to kiss my neck.
    Carefully, he lifts his hips and eases back down. I prepare myself, but this time there is no pain. As he glides out, I find that I want him back in, faster. I splay my hands low on his back, pressing him down. When he keeps it slow, I push harder. He obeys, picking up speed.
    It’s so different, so deep. The pleasure that just totaled me a minute ago is back, but down inside me. When Colt pushes in, he reaches it. When he pulls away, I just want it back.
    I drive my hips up to him, increasing the pace. I don’t know exactly where it’s going, or how it will end. But I need it. I need to feel this, and I can’t wait any longer. “Colt,” I say, not even knowing what to tell him.
    “I know,” he says, and then he really lets loose. He’s plunging, holding my hips. The world is erased, and it’s more intense than the hurricane.
    I feel like I’m erupting, the spasms begin so deep inside. When Colt begins to groan, it triggers a reaction and I’m clasped against him. I can’t breathe or think. I can only feel this never-ending wave. I’m saying his name again, over and over, like it’s the only word I know. He holds still, and our bodies pulse together in a rhythm as I quiver around him.
    I come down slowly, letting his weight settle me onto the bed. His face is buried in my