He lets out a half-disbelieving, half-giddy laugh. He kisses up my neck and peppers my face with his lips.
“I can feel you, I can feel every part of you,” he says as he runs his hands down my body, finding the hem of my sweater and lifting it quickly over my head. He tosses the knit garment onto the floor before burying his face between my breasts.
I can feel myself getting wet from his touch. I clench my inner walls as he slides the cup of my bra down and sucks my nipple into his mouth. There’s a rush of wetness between my thighs. It’s a lot…too much.
I push him up, confused, and unbutton my pants, sliding them down over my hips. He pulls them off the rest of the way. When I touch the fabric of my panties, it drips.
“What the hell?”
Andri leans down between my legs and inhales. His eyes roll back in his head.
“You smell amazing,” he huffs as he pulls my underwear down. There’s an honest to god cheese pull with the excess of lubrication as he rips them off of me.
“Is this normal?” I ask as he slides a palm up and over the thick slick that has poured out of me. But I’m quickly lost, bucking against him as the heel of his palm finds my clit.
“I think…it must be,” he says as he licks the sides of my pussy. “It tastes so good—I think you made this for me, for us.” He takes one finger, sliding it smoothly inside me. There’s almost no friction.
“Oh my god,” I groan as he puts his mouth over the apex of my sex and sucks.
He adds another finger and then quickly a third. It stretches me, but I don’t feel the sting. That’s when it hits me, with his tongue lapping against my most sensitive part.
“This is for us,” I moan. “To help us fit together.”
Andri snaps his head up, face shining.
“Is that what you want?” he asks, the desperation almost endearing.
“I want all of you.” I grab him by the shoulders, pulling him over me.
“I love you so much, it hurts,” he tells me as he notches his big, beautiful, glittering cock at my entrance. “But you’ll tell me if I hurt you.”
I nod, wanting nothing more than for him to fill me up in that moment.
He slides in, and there is a slight sting. It’s not like before. His fat cock finds its way home easily, and he’s buried deep.
But if it isn’t bliss to feel him. I squeeze my muscles around him, and he shudders.
“You’re so tight,” he groans. “I don’t know if I’ll last long.”
My snowman is biting his lip, as if he’s trying to hold back the inevitable release of his minty cum.
“Then don’t,” I whisper. “What’s it matter when we’ve got the rest of our lives to take our time…give me what you need to.”
He kisses my brow and starts to move. At first, it’s slow and gentle, but soon he picks up his pace. He’s sliding into me, the slick gathering around my entrance and dripping off his shaft. His thumb finds the spot between us, and he fucks me as he works my clit. I know I’m not far behind him.
His movements become erratic, and concentration tightens on his face as he tries to hold out.
“Andri, I want you to come,” I mutter to the top of his head. “Fill me up.”
And as if my permission is all he needed, he breaks.
“Damn,” he breathes, his eyes wide, filled with something primal and unrestrained. The sight of him is hypnotizing, like he’s letting out some beast he tries to keep at bay inside of him.
“Don’t stop,” I manage to say, my voice thick, barely above a whisper.
The pace quickens, raw and unrefined, driven by a need we can’t control. The sound of our bodies meeting fills the room, messy and real, like a chaotic dance of desperation. The slick that weeps from me, for him, for whatever bond we’ve just forged with his bite.
I squeeze around him, feeling him swell inside me, and he groans, the sound echoed by my own cries of pleasure.
