“Is that all?” His eyes narrowed.
She struggled for a moment to find the right words. “No, that's not all. I want you because you make me feel safe. You’re strong. You make me feel special. I don't feel like I'm just part of the background with you. I want you because you want me and no one has wanted me before. You intimidate me but you don't frighten me.” She pressed her fingers into his skin. “And you look like an immovable pillar, a stone, and that illusion of stability makes me want you. You won't hurt me, not intentionally. That’s why I want you—youto be my first. And I want you, Netto.” Rylie felt breathless and a little shaky after her confession.
“And what if we try and it doesn't work out?” Netto asked, his voice hoarse with tension. She had a feeling he was barely holding on, barely stopping himself from igniting whatever was between them. She hoped so. “I will never, would never let another man touch you. I mean...” He stopped before continuing. “If we try and I can't give you what you want, it would only hurt us more in the end.”
“You'll go slow, very slow until our bodies adjust. The first time doesn't have to be the only time,” she urged.
Rylie had no idea where her boldness had come from. She leaned up and placed another soft kiss against his mouth. Netto's fingers threaded through her hair, pressing her forehead against his.
“We...can try,” Netto whispered against her lips. It made her shiver; it was the only thing she wanted. It seemed they were both uncertain.
“Yes.” She kissed him again. His eyes flared as his fingers combed down her hair, before settling around her waist.
“We don't have much time. Anyone could find us.”
Rylie inhaled and moved her hands down from his chest and over his abs. They hovered at the waistband of his pants. She had only gotten a glimpse of his dick before when she caught him in her bedroom and she didn’t trust her adrenaline infused memories of that moment. He was big, she knew, but nowhow big.
“Can I see it?”
Netto shifted and moved his hands to hers, pulling down the material.
She finally understood why he felt the way he did. It made her want to try all the more.
“I didn't believe you,” she laughed softly and swallowed down her uneasiness until the feeling settled in the pit of her stomach. His girth was large, alarmingly so. Her sex clenched.
His dick sprung up between them, stiff and dark, midnight blue, the only part of his body that was such a shade. Her mouth watered.
“You’re huge,” she said.
“Yes.” His voice was strained.
The thick tip of him sprouted out a small dribble of clear cum, and with it, a tangy smell. Rylie lifted her hand beside his shaft but didn't touch him. Instead, she tried to figure out his length.
“You're a hand and a half. How large is it, fully erect? Please tell me you’re as large as you can be...” She clenched her fists before wiping her damp palms on the blanket.
“I am fully erect. My length isn’t what I’m worried about.”
Rylie twitched. He was worried about his girth.
“I don't want to hurt you,” Netto continued.
“I don't want to hurt you either. Even if it fits, it may be too tight. I don't want to strangle you.” The words poured out. “I want to try.Please.”
Let me make my own mistakes.
His hands came up and gripped her hair. Rylie gasped as another squirt of precum beaded from his tip. Netto lifted her face until their eyes locked. Hers widened as his razor-sharp teeth were bared for her to see; a strangled rasp hissed through them. It made him look demonic, even horrific. It made him bizarrely handsome and deadly. She wanted to have power over such a predator and bring him to his knees.
“I want you to strangle me,” he said, his voice low and deep. “I wanted to sink my teeth into your flesh and feast on your blood. But I don't want to hurt you.”
His words made her breathless and her skin hot. She wasn't sure if what he said should have been taken as a threat, but as she stared at his mouth, his lips open and wet, she could see a handful of sharp teeth, and knew he meant as exactly as he said.
She wiped her sweaty palms on the blanket again.
“You wouldn't really bite me would you?”
“No,” he said, releasing her hair.
Rylie lifted her hands back to his chest if only to keep the connection between them. He was stiff under her fingertips, hard and predatory.
