Sweet Temptation by Cora Reilly

“Do you take the pill?” I asked. It wasn’t the most romantic thing to say in a
situation like this, but before today, I couldn’t bring myself to ask my teenage
wife that question.
A quick nod.
I climbed on top of her and guided my cock to her opening, but she shrank
back. I wanted to roar in frustration. “Giulia,” I said imploringly.
“Can you hold me?”
My heart skipped a fucking beat. I nodded and lowered myself to my elbows
then wedged one arm under my wife’s shoulder blades and hugged her to my
chest. “Like this?” I murmured.
Her face was inches from mine, and she looked up at me, seeking my help,
my protection, my closeness. I kissed the corner of her mouth then her lower and
upper lip as I shifted my hips so my tip nudged her entrance. She held her breath.
I stroked her bangs from her sweaty forehead.
“Breathe out.”
She did, and I pushed into her about an inch.
Her face flashed with discomfort, and she gripped my bicep.
“If it’s too much, you tell me, and we’ll figure something out,” I heard
myself say, and I wanted to kick myself, but she gave me a grateful small smile,
and I could feel her walls loosen very slightly. Slowly, I slid deeper into her,
even when she squeezed her eyes shut and exhaled. She got very tight, and I
knew this part would hurt the most. Kissing her temple, I thrust forward and slid
all the way in. She flinched under me and gasped, her breathing ragged.
I shuddered out a breath, trying to stay still, and pretty sure her walls were
going to milk my cock any second now. Fuck, she was tight. “Giulia? How are
you?”