Elena POV
He made a low, strangled sound in his throat and slipped a warm finger inside me.
I gasped at first, it felt so foreign, but quietened down soon after.
This wasn’t so bad.
His eyes searched mine as he thrust furiously inside me a few times. Are you okay? Is this okay? They seemed to ask.
I nodded slightly. I could probably take another finger or two.
“More.”
He immediately added another finger and I shifted on the bed trying to adjust to this new addition, when he curled up his fingers inside me and started thrusting faster.
His other hand cupped my breasts, one at a time, and he ran his rough thumb over my n*****s, drawing out a gasp from me.
Heat shot up straight to my brain and my thighs clenched tightly around his hand, only to be spread open again by his other hand.
