This is our first time and my first time. The thought hits me like a freight train.
He undresses me with a frantic reverence, his hands shaking slightly as he unbuttons my jeans.
Soon, we’re both naked, skin to skin, and the heat between us is scorching. He pushes me onto my stomach, his hand sliding between my legs, slicking me with a lubricant.
He stretches me slowly, carefully, his fingers deft and surprisingly patient.
He works me open, murmuring praise against my back, telling me I’m too sweet, to perfect for him, that he knew I would be.
He strokes me at the same time, a slow, steady rhythm that has me writhing, whimpering his name into the pillows.
He makes me come first, a shuddering, blinding release that leaves me boneless and panting.
The room is hot, my skin is slick with sweat, and I can feel beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.
He pulls my knees up, pressing them toward my chest.
“Your knees,” he whispers, his voice thick with a strange awe. “I’ve thought about your cute knees more than any normal person should be allowed to.”
I’m so nervous I feel sick, terrified I’ll do something wrong, that I’ll ruin this. He must feel me tense up, because he pushes forward only slightly, the blunt head of his cock just breaching me, and then he stops.
A slight spasm crosses his face.
His free hand comes up to squeeze my cheek, his touch hard, grounding.
“Can’t believe it,” he says, his voice a hoarse whisper. “Can’t fucking believe I’m inside you.”
I just nod, every nerve ending in my body alive and screaming.
The sensation is tight, intense, an almost-pain that is thrillingly close to pleasure. He pushes a little deeper, then stops again, his entire body rigid with control.
“Next time,” he whispers against my ear, “next time, I’ll be deep inside you.”
A weak sound escapes me. “No,” I manage. “I want it now. This time.”
He shakes his head, pressing a rough kiss to my temple. But he gives in. With a low groan, he penetrates me almost all the way, a slow, stretching invasion that has me seeing stars after some time.
He holds still, letting me adjust, but even with the slight physical discomfort, my body betrays me. I sway my hips, just a fraction, chasing the feeling.
Raiden curses a lot.
That small movement is his undoing.
He crashes his mouth against mine, sucking at my lips, breathing my name like a prayer. He begins to move. Slow, deep thrusts that steal my breath and rewire my brain.
I whimper his name, over and over, and that’s all it takes.
With a final, desperate thrust, he loses control completely, roaring into my mouth as he comes inside me. He collapses on top of me, his chest heaving.
Then he wraps his arms around me in a crushing hold, swaying us slightly.
“You just didn’t give me a chance to hold out longer,” he whispers, his voice a menacing rumble in my ear. “Fuck. But I’m staying inside you for now.”
A weak, blissed-out smile touches my lips. My eyelids flutter closed, exhaustion hitting me like a wave, but his words excite me more than I can say. “I like everything,” I murmur.
“Don’t fall asleep,” he growls, not letting me go. “I need to see you come, sweet pie.”
He shifts, just enough to get a hand between us. He finds my cock and begins to stroke me.
