She was taken aback. He kept throwing her curveballs at every turn. Just when she thought she knew where he was going to move, he surprised her. Was she sure? She thought she had been, but now he posed the question and she found herself unable to not think on it. Was she sure? Was anyone, ever? The worst that would happen was they'd never talk to each other again. It wouldn't be the first time, right? Her eyes flickered from a silvery gray to their natural hue, some of her fire flickering away. She didn't want that. At all.
But then again, that might not happen. What did she want. She looked his face over, the curve of his lips, the furrow of his brow, and his eyes.. the desire, trepidation, and... emotion in them. Yes, emotion. She saw emotion. Panting, she licked her lips, looking up at him. Then she nodded, and reached up to grip his shoulders gently, her chest heaving with quick, eager breaths. She wanted him. She was sure.
Tenderly, achingly, her cool palms slid from his shoulders, to his ribs, down his sides, and onto his hips. She curled her fingers against him and pulled delicately, guiding him into her, urging him to move slowly.
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The question surprised Dante as much as it had Erin, and he was kicking himself for asking it. Because what if she wasn't sure, and she did change her mind? The hesitation in her eyes made Dante swallow again, this time from regret. What if she decided that she didn't really want this, what if she, once again, denied herself something her body seemed so obviously in favor of, and he was stuck back where he had started, feeling ike a jackass. He didn't think he could take it. That was one shot to the ego too many.
But she didn't say no. And Dante, again, didn't need to be told twice. It was impossible for him not to just slam into her, to force his very impressive member (if he did say so himself) into her tightness. But he slowed as much as he was able, which was still probably too fast for Erin. "Oh, mother fucking, whoa," he gasped, stilling himself to let her adjust and keep the fires of orgasm at bay for himself. The sensation had washed over him harder than expected, and he shuddered from it. Face screwed up, he curled his fingers into the bedsheets, gripping them tightly until the initial shock wore off. First push always felt the best.
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Erin had to agree with that. When he had sunk in to the hilt, she let out a long, low groan, from somewhere deep inside her, animalistic and uncensored. His profanity laden 'whoa' was met with her immediate reply of an emphatic nod, her eyes closed, head thrown backward as she enjoyed the feel of him. She was grateful for his pause. She needed it. In the few seconds of post plunge fogginess, she opened her eyes slowly to look up at him. "Uh huh," she said, rather eloquently, before a smile made its way onto her surprised face.
She raised her legs higher, her insides twitching against his cock, hooking her calves over his hips as her hands roamed. "Mmm," she purred, watching his face, her eyes smoldering, turning paler. She turned her head aside, nuzzling her pillow, her hips pressing up into his with a manipulation of her spine. "Oh, wow."
Despite her stern nature, Erin was a bit of a submissive thing in bed.