He nuzzles my jaw. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No.” I wrap my arms tight around his back and hold him to me. “Just hold still a moment? Let me get used to you?”
“I can do that.”
I kiss his shoulder and stroke his back. He kisses and touches me in return. Slowly, my body relaxes, and he doesn’t feel quite so big anymore. Admittedly, he’s barely inside me, but it’s better now, comfy almost.
“Okay,” I whisper. “I’m good.”
He pushes a little deeper. I squeeze my eyes shut and concentrate on breathing slowly and evenly as he kisses my throat. He stops and only pushes a fraction deeper when my body relaxes beneath him. We carry on like that, slowly and with lots of loving pauses, until I feel the softness of his ball sack against my arse.
He rests his forehead against mine. “How are you doing?”
“I’m okay.”
“Sure?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Is this okay?” He rocks his hips very gently.
I moan deeply. “Yes. Oh, that’s nice. How is it for you?”
He shivers. “So good.” He kisses my neck. “I had no idea being inside you would feel so good.” He presses his lips to mine and kisses me as slowly as he’s making love to me. “You’re so hot and tight.”
I push down against his cock with my arse muscles.
“Oh God!” he cries as he practically goes cross-eyed.
“Nice?”
“Very.”
Every time he rocks his cock deeper into me, I push against him. Soon, we’re both groaning and moaning. He’s barely moving, but the slight back-and-forth motion of his cock is enough. I’m stuffed full, his body is draped over me, and he’s kissing me. There’s no pain now, only pleasure. This moment, when we’re closer than we’ve ever been before, is true perfection. I want to feel this close to him always, like we’re two halves of a whole. He completes me. He always has. Why did it take us so long to get to this point? I kiss him like I’m trying to make up for lost time. Iammaking up for lost time or trying to anyway. All the fear I felt when we first kissed has gone completely now. I don’thaveto like everything we try, and nor does he. We’re together, we’re in love, and that’s the only thing that matters.
“God, I love you,” I say as I cup his face in my hands.
I kiss him fiercely again, not wanting this wonderful moment to end.
“I’m not going to last,” he whispers.
“That’s okay. Nor am I.”
He thrusts a little faster but no less gently until he reaches his climax. Then he pushes deep as his cock pulses inside me. I cry out, not in pain but from desire. His hand closes around my cock, and he strokes me quickly, his grip firm until I orgasm. I pant and gasp as I come. It’s a thousand times nicer to come with his cock inside me than any of the training plugs.
He peppers my skin with kisses as I do my best to catch my breath. Then, trembling, he eases his cock out of me and lies beside me. He caresses my cheek and my chest as I wrap my arm around his shoulders and run my fingers through his hair.
“I love you.” I’m not sure what else to say as my heart thunders crazily.
“I love you too. Are you okay?”
“Uh-huh.” A smile flickers across my lips. “More than okay.” I turn my head so I can stare into his eyes. “Are you?”
“Yes.”
I roll onto my side and cup his cheek in my hand. “Thank you for making that such a beautiful experience.”
“Beautiful?” His eyebrows raise.
