The fullness combined with his tongue on my clit has me seeing stars. The pleasure builds until I can’t keep still. My hips jerk against his mouth, my thighs trembling on his shoulders,and the noises coming out of me are absolutely obscene. He groans into me, and the vibration makes sparks scatter behind my eyes. His tongue circles my clit again and again, then flattens and drags through my folds, and every stroke drags me higher until I’m right on the edge.
I try to hold on, try to slow down, but he doesn’t give me the chance. He pins me open with his hands, his thumbs pressing into my thighs, and licks me like he owns me. “That’s it,” he growls against my skin, his words hot and rough. “I want to taste you come.”
That shakes the last of my control. My back bows off the bed, my cry breaking sharp as the orgasm crashes over me. It rips through me in pulses, every clench of my body answered by the steady thrust of his tongue and the relentless suck of his mouth. The pleasure keeps rolling, wave after wave, until my whole body is shaking.
When I finally collapse back against the sheets, he finally slows, softer strokes that coax the last waves out of me. My chest is heaving, my skin flushed, and still he lingers there, kissing me reverently, like my pussy is holy. One last kiss to my clit, slow and claiming, his eyes on mine the whole time, and I swear I nearly fall apart again. I’m undone, my body completely his in this moment.
Then he drags himself up my body, braced over me, heat and muscle pressing me into the mattress. His mouth crashes into mine, a hard, hungry kiss that leaves me reeling. The faint taste of myself on his tongue only makes the fire inside me spark back to life, even though I’m still trembling from what he’s already given me.
When his cock slides against my stomach, thick and hot, I moan into his mouth. The feel of him there makes my whole body clench in anticipation, aching to take him inside me even though I’m already wrecked.
“I need a condom,” he mutters against my mouth.
For a second, the words don’t even register, my brain still fuzzy from coming so hard. Then I shake my head, breathless. “I have an IUD. I’m clean. I’ve been tested.” I swallow hard, then admit, “I haven’t been with anyone in over a year.”
“I’m clean too,” he says quietly. “Tested two months ago and haven’t been with anyone.” His gaze holds mine, steady and unflinching. “Are you sure?”
His hand comes up to cradle my face, his thumb stroking my cheekbone, patient and gentle, like he’ll wait as long as it takes.
“Yes.” My chest rises hard against his as the word leaves me. Heat floods my face, but I force the rest out anyway. “I want this. I want you like this. Just you... If you want to?”
His eyes go dark and he makes a low sound in his throat. “Want to?” He kisses me hard, then pulls back just enough to speak against my lips. “Maren, I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.” His hand slides down my side, gripping my hip. “The thought of feeling you, really feeling you, with nothing between us...” He kisses me again, deeper this time.
I pull him closer, wrapping my legs around him. “What are you waiting for?”
He laughs against my mouth, low and rough. “Just making sure you know what you do to me.”
“Show me,” I whisper.
His mouth curves in a grin before he kisses me hard, groaning into my lips. “You’ll be the death of me.”
He grips the base of his cock, guiding himself to me, and just the sight of him holding himself, positioning himself at my entrance, makes me clench with need. The thick head slides through my slick folds, gathering my wetness, and the friction alone makes me gasp, my hips jerking up seeking more. He does it again, dragging up and down, coating himself in me, and each pass catches on my clit, sparks firing through my body until I’m trembling under him.
“Please,” I beg, not even caring how desperate I sound. “Calvin, please.”
He braces over me, his chest pressed to mine, and I can feel his heart hammering as hard as mine. The weight of him, the heat of him, has me trembling with anticipation. My body feels empty, aching, desperate to be filled. When he finally pushes against my entrance, just the thick crown pressing in, I can already tell he’s bigger than anyone I’ve been with before.
The first push steals my breath entirely. The thick crown presses inside, stretching me wide, wider than I expected, and I cry out at the sensation, clutching at his back. My body clenches around him instinctively, struggling to take the width of him, the deep, aching stretch that feels almost too much but not enough at the same time.
“Fuck,” he grits out, his whole body tense above me. “So tight. So goddamn perfect.”
The raw awe in his voice hits me as hard as the intrusion does. I’ve never felt so full, so consumed, so possessed. My thighs tremble around his hips, instinct begging for more even as my body struggles to adjust. The stretch burns, but it’s a good burn, a perfect burn, like my body is reshaping itself to fit him.
Calvin kisses me then, rough and hot, swallowing my broken sounds as he pushes deeper, another inch, then another. He groans against my mouth, every muscle straining like it’s taking everything in him not to lose control, not to just slam home.
“You’re so big,” I gasp against his lips, not meaning to say it out loud.
“You can take it,” he murmurs back, kissing my jaw, my neck. “You’re doing so good, taking me so perfect. Just breathe.”
I moan into his kiss, overwhelmed by the stretch, the heat, the way he’s filling me more with every careful inch. The ache blooms into something sharp and exquisite, pleasure and pain tangled until I can’t tell them apart. My nails dig into his shouldersas he works himself deeper, and I can feel every ridge, every vein, every perfect inch of him.
When he’s finally buried completely inside me, we both freeze. I’ve never felt anything like this—so full I can barely breathe, stretched to my limit, feeling him everywhere. My body clenches around him desperately, and he curses harshly, his forehead pressed to mine.
“Fuck, Maren,” he pants. “You’re... fuck. Give me a second…”
I can barely breathe, barely think. “Oh my god,” I whisper, shocked at how deep he feels, how utterly full. “Calvin... you’re so deep. I can feel you everywhere.”
“I know,” he groans. “I can feel you too. Every flutter, every pulse. You’re perfect.”
