Elina's POV
“Wait? What's wrong?" Ryan asked, his grip on me still tight. It was clear that he wanted me, but I was hesitant.
“That," I said, pointing.
He looked down at his c**k, then back at me. “What's wrong with it?" he asked.
I blinked at him. How could he not see the issue? “That monstrosity isn't going to fit in me, it's probably going to rip me in half!"
I saw a faint smile on his lips, and he sighed. I looked away from him, and a wave of embarrassment washed over me. How could I say something like that to Ryan?
But then Ryan slowly raised my chin to look at his face, then whispered, “We can take things slow, don't have to rush." Then he kissed me. I savored the taste of his lips, the feel of his body against mine. I kissed him back with the same need and hunger he possessed
