Samantha
The pain Colt warned me about is both better and worse than I expected. It stings a bit, but that gradually fades to mere discomfort. It’s feeling that discomfort between my legs that bothers me, because I know this is supposed to be gratifying, and it’s not.
Just moments ago, I was in ecstasy, and by the look on Colt’s face, that’s what he’s feeling right now. I want that for me too, but only so Colt doesn’t worry about me. I can’t stand the concern, so I squeeze my eyes shut.
“Relax, Beautiful. Breathe out and relax,” he says, comforting me.
I do as he asks, accepting his kisses and focusing on them to divert my attention away from my discomfort. There’s so much tenderness, so much affection, in the way he touches his lips to mine. It makes me feel as if this moment is just
