Ella

All of my nerves and synapses are misfiring. It isn't as if George is being gentle with me, but it's more than that.

Stretching me with only two fingers hasn't been enough prep and forcing himself in till his hips are pressed flush against my thighs doesn't help.

My biggest holdover isn't just the pain or the noxious swirl of feelings, nor the flutter and clench of my walls at the discomfort. No, the problem is that even with the pain, even though I wasn't stretched ...