Men of Firehouse 44: Colby and Bianca's Story by Elizabeth A. Veatch, Crystal G. Smith

like fashion.  Stretching her, preparing her before adding a third.
                  Enough was enough, she was too close now and wanted her release.  She pushed back against his fingers, feeling fuller than she had felt in a long time.  His fingers were nothing compared to her slender ones that she had used on more than one occasion, but never like this.   Never pushing and preparing herself for anything bigger.
                  His fingers were long and thick, and she loved how they were making her feel right now. 
                  “Please…”  She begged, feeling it less than a moment away it seemed.
                  “Shh.”  He whispered.
                  She began slowly thrusting her hips down, until she was sure she could take it.  She hadn’t felt the first inkling of pain and she was enjoying it.
                  “Oh my god!”  She cried out, feeling her release almost there, but then his fingers stopped moving.  “What are you doing?”  She growled.
                  He chuckled at her response.  “Trust me.”
                  He kept his fingers still as her impending orgasm faded away, and then he pulled his fingers free, sliding out from under her, and gently laying down on top of her, bracing himself on his elbows.
                  “Trust me.”  He whispered and then his knee was pushing her leg further apart and she felt the head of his erection against her, making her tense automatically.
                  “Trust me.”  He repeated his words to her.  It was amazing how just the sincere look on his face and those words had done exactly what she couldn’t make her own body do.
                  She felt him slowly press against her, easing himself an inch inside and stopping.  She watched as his eyes closed and tightened, as if he were struggling himself.  Her hands gripped his biceps as she waited for what she had been expecting.  Intense stretching and burning combined with sharp pain. 
                  When it didn’t come, and he didn’t move, she closed her eyes and pushed her hips, slowly inching him inside her.  He was allowing her to do it.  Take what she could and at her own pace.
                  She kept sliding down him until she felt completely full.  Feeling as if she couldn’t take anymore inside of her.  Then she felt him move.
                  “Open your eyes for me.”  He whispered.
                  She did as he requested, meeting his intense blues.  She looked over his face, noticing the tightness of his jaw and realizing he was fighting to hang on.
                  She smiled, looking back into his eyes.  “I’m okay.”
                  That was all it took and he began moving. Slowly at first, watching her as if he was waiting for any sign of discomfort.
                  His tenderness to her needs and comfort tugged at her.  She felt almost treasured and cherished.  She knew that this would probably be a onetime deal.  Men like him didn’t have relationships and she was okay with that.
                  He picked up his pace, this time he was touching her deeper than before and it pushed her quickly towards her release. 
                  She felt the sway of his balls now smacking against her ass and couldn’t believe how quick he was moving.  How deep he was touching her.  And how she was loving every sweet second of it.
                  Her head began to thrash about as her orgasm hit, sweat breaking out across her skin, as her body quivered and clenched around his cock.
                  “Jesus, that feels good.”  He words are forced. “You are so fucking tight, baby.”
                  Baby?   Even as she is writhing below him, she can’t believe what she just heard.