Letting Him In

"You could anyway," I say, insisting, "You could break past it. You could take it."

"Emily," he warns.

"I don't know that I have it in me," I almost sob out the words, but he doesn't let that push him forward.

Instead he caresses me, running his hands up my sides until they reach my neck and then my head and turn me. He kisses me full on the lips and presses in, pushing into me until I'm eagerly kissing him back and only then does he pull away, his lips so close that when he speaks they still brush against mine.

"I don't want to hurt you."

God that's the wrong thing to say. I wonder if he knows it too. It makes me doubt all the certainty that I have about him as he rubberbands me back and forth between hating and needing so fast I get whiplash and I need something to settle me and god, he gives that to me too.

He plays me perfectly, showing that after all of this he might know me just as well as I know him.

"I understand what you're trying to do here. Pushing my buttons. Getting me to push you a little more. Taking away the decision you've already made and giving yourself an excuse to hate me. I get it, but it's not going to happen.

"What you want will come. I'm going to be rough with you, going to be cruel. But we can't start at one hundred, Emily. You need to give a little, to get so much more in the end.

"So relax. Relax your body. Will yourself to do it. Concentrate on it. Relax, Emily. Let me in."

I felt him press forward but this time I went against my instincts. I did just what he said. I relaxed. I let him in.

Not everything all at once. I was still locked up tight and barely able to take it, but I started to feel the pressure begin to give. A crack in the dam as it all started to give way.

"That's it," he coos in my ear, "Just like that. Good girl."

I like it when he calls me that. I like being called a good girl.

The sound of those so simple words sent a shiver up and down my spine and I mewled, willing myself to relax a little further in a **** attempt to get another bit of praise from him.

Behind me Blake kept up his steady and insistent pressure. Not moving back and forth, only forward as the throbbing head of him pressed against the tight knot of my ass.

And as I started to part around him I heard him groan, feeling this almost unbearable tightness at the same time as a squirming need spasmed deep inside of my belly.

My whole body was vibrating from the sensation, from the moment before he pierced me. Like a teapot about to boil I could feel it shaking and trembling inside of me and the whistle starting out it's little anticipatory hum. And then, in an instant, everything fucking changed.

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