He doesn’t pull out.
He buries himself to the root and comes with a guttural sound that vibrates through my bones, flooding me with heat. At the height of his orgasm he clenches his jaw, as if holding back the sounds he really wants to make, then on the final release, he lets out a shuddering breath.
Slowly, carefully, he lowers my trembling legs until my toes touch the floor, but he doesn’t let me go. He stays inside me, arms caging me to the glass, forehead pressed to mine.
“Mine,” he whispers again, softer this time, almost reverent.
I should feel ashamed. I should feel afraid. I should feel every warning sign blaring inside me as loudly as they were before he dragged me into this world. But all I feel is this low, humming need that curls through my spine like recognition. Like my body knew him before my mind did. Like some part of me has been waiting for a touch that strong, a voice that dark, a man that terrifying. And that’s the part I can’t make sense of. The partthat scares me. Because I didn’t just want him in this moment, I wanted to be his. Completely. And I don’t know how to come back from wanting something that impossible.
Dariy
She is breathing hard, chest rising fast, pupils blown wide and black, trusting me with everything she has. My palms press into the glass on either side of her head because if I touch her again without thinking, I’ll stop thinking altogether.
“What was that?” she asks, still panting. “You held back or something…”
She pushes me back so she can look into my eyes, search for answers I don’t know how to give.
Because the truth is, I was holding back. Because she has no idea what wanting her does to me. She doesn’t know how good it felt to be buried so deep inside her that I could feel my world changing. That when I came, I wanted to roar like a lion and mewl like a cub and beg for it to never end.
My cock twitches, still inside her, and her eyes glaze over as she lets out a low, soft moan. She is so responsive to me, still quivering on my cock, I wonder if it will ever soften while I’m inside her. I doubt it. I should pull out and let her rest, but it feels so good to be inside her perfect heat.
“I’ve never felt anything like this before,” I admit, voice raw. “I didn’t want to scare you with what was going through my mind.”
That I fucked her raw, emptied everything I am into her, and I want to again. That I’ve never come so much or so hard before.That I don’t want to pull out and risk my cum leaking out of her cunt.
Her fingers brush my cheek, soft and brave and reckless. “I deserve honesty even if it’s scary,” she says, and there’s no tremble in her voice this time. “Even more so when you’re inside me.”
I lower my mouth so it’s a breath from hers, and tell her the truth:
“I enjoyed it. Every second. More than I should. More than I’ve ever enjoyed anything in my entire life.”
Her lips part, her hand sliding to the back of my neck, anchoring me in a way that feels like surrender and possession all at once.
“Me too,” she whispers. “See. Not so scary.”
A dark sound escapes me, low in my chest, because she has no idea how far this goes. How deep it runs. What I will do to keep this, to keep her.
“You say that now,” I murmur, brushing my mouth along her jaw, tracing the path my teeth are dying to follow. “But my desire for you isn’t gentle. It’s not something I think I can turn off.”
This time when my cock jolts, she arches against me, offering herself up without hesitation. “Then don’t.”
That’s all it takes. One slip of permission, one breath of want, and every rule I ever lived by collapses.
I grip her hips, dragging her up against me, and carry her through to my bedroom. Only when I lay her down on the bed do I pull out slowly, pressing a hand over her belly. She whimpers at the loss, and I feel my balls go into overdrive in desperation to fill her again.
“Lie back for me, krasótka,” I say as I spread her legs and watch as her pussy, gaping from being stretched by my cock,quickly returns to normal. “You took me so well,” I say as I shuck off my clothes and fist my cock slowly.
She shivers as she watches me jerk my cock in a steady rhythm, her perfect tits trembling, her nipples dark and rosy from my earlier attention.
My restraint snaps. All my careful control burns away.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” I say, throat scraped raw by the confession.
She looks up at me, flushed and fearless, fingers shaking as she trails them over her inner thigh… testing how far the line will move if she pushes it. I freeze. The sight of her wanting more rockets me to the edge much quicker than I’d anticipated.
She parts her fingers, spreading her pussy lips open for me.
“You held back before,” she says. “Don’t do that again.”
