“So receptive.” He thrust against her again and gently lifted her top. The t-shirt slid up her belly. Coal looked her in the eyes. If he was waiting for an objection, he would wait a long time. Julie pulled off her sweater and then raised her arms, giving him the all clear. Something flared in his eyes. He pulled her shirt over her head and kissed her. Between the fire and his big body covering hers, she wasn’t cold in the least.

His chest abraded her nipples, her boobs squashed against the weight of him. All she could feel was his cock throbbing between her legs. She squirmed against him, she rubbed against him.

Coal growled, his chest vibrated against hers. Her level of arousal soared. Then he was pulling at his pants, his cock nudging against her opening. She pulled her legs higher on his body. “Yes.” She moaned, her head fell back as he breached her opening with just the tip of his cock. She chewed on her lower lip as he pushed in a little further.

She was really wet but he was really big. It stung like hell. She dug her nails into his back and moaned.

“You are very tight. We will take it slow.” He growled as he pulled back. She whimpered with relief, moaning as he pushed back.

Shit!

He was enormous. Maybe too big. She had suspected that he might be. Disappointment flooded.

Coal pulled back. His hand slid in between them, his finger soon found her clit. Using just the right amount of pressure, he moved over the sensitive nub in even strokes. Not too fast. Not too slow. Enough to make her moan but not enough to make her come.

More.

More.

He pushed back in and slipped a little further inside. She bit down on her lip. It hurt but it also felt good. Really good.

“Are you okay?” his brow was sweaty. His eyes bright. His skin taut. He was frowning so hard that it was almost comical. His finger kept working her.

Julie couldn’t speak right now. She nodded her head once.

“I’ll stop if it’s too much. Just say the word and I’ll stop.” His hips moved in tiny thrusting circles. Not pushing for more but doing what he could with what he had, which wasn’t enough.

More.

More.

He nodded and she realized that she had spoken out loud. He thrust a little further into her and pain flared. She cried out and he stopped moving. All except that finger which kept up it’s assault on her clit. Slow and easy.

“We can stop,” he growled. “I don’t want to hurt you.” His chest heaved.

The familiar tightening was back. She was going to come and they weren’t even fucking yet. They’d barely done anything. He wasn’t even fully seated inside of her.