I nod and take a deep breath, urging my body to relax and breathe with the stretch. In and out, I match him, until the sting starts to ease and something else takes its place.
He moves again, deeper this time, and I feel myself flutter around him, adjusting. I pull my knees back, feeling like he needs the extra space, that if I could just open myself up more, I could accommodate the sheer girth of him.
“Fuck,” he breathes, voice ragged. “You’re so perfect wrapped around me.”
I didn’t expect praise. Didn’t expect the way it floods me with heat.
He starts to move with slow, careful thrusts, watching my face for every wince, every sigh. When I moan, soft and broken, his control frays. I feel it in the tremor of his arms, the way his hips jerk like he’s fighting himself.
“Charlotte,” he growls. “You feel— fuck—” He breaks off to gather himself. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
I arch into him. “Tell me.”
Something wild flashes across his face.
The next thrust is harder, deeper, and I cry out with shocked pleasure. He does it again. And again. Until the pain is only a memory and there’s nothing but heat and friction and the slap of skin on skin.
I wrap my legs around his waist because I want him closer, deeper, more. Every time he presses fully inside me, sparks of pleasure shoot to every nerve ending and I want more. I want all of it.
He makes a sound like I’ve wounded him and starts moving in powerful, relentless strokes, one hand sliding between us to touch me exactly where I didn’t know I needed.
I come apart with his name on my lips, back arching, toes curling, the whole world narrowing to the place where we’re joined.
He throws his head back on a moan that’s half desperate, half wild. His hips snap forward in a broken stuttering pattern as a low guttural sound tears out of him. My core clenches tight as I’m wracked with waves of pleasure, barely able to keep my eyes open, but I have to. I have to see this man come apart inside me.
Each thrust is accompanied by a sound that gets weaker and weaker, and finishes like a plea. A plea to pleasure me, a plea to fill me, a plea that it takes and I get caught.
By the time his head falls forward and our eyes meet again, everything has subsided, and left behind the dulled edge of something I don’t recognize.
He stays buried deep, arms shaking, forehead pressed to mine while we both try to remember how to breathe. After a longmoment, he brushes damp hair from my face and kisses me almost reverently.
“You’re mine now,” he whispers against my mouth, voice raw. “All mine.”
I should remind him it’s only temporary. And I should remind myself.
He pulls from me, softening but still huge and the sting of the loss is almost as bad as the sting of the stretch.
He settles beside me and pulls me into his chest, heart still racing, and holds me until our heart rates settle.
Vitali
Morning presses against the curtains. I haven’t slept a wink. Not since her body clenched around me like she was made specifically to take me, and something inside me snapped.
Charlotte lies tangled in the sheets beside me, bare skin, bruises blooming where my mouth couldn’t resist, my seed still inside her. The sight detonates something primal every time I look at her.
What’s wrong is that I want her again, already, have done since she broke apart on my cock. But I know I shouldn’t. One night should have been enough to set everything in motion. But wanting her feels like oxygen now. Reflex. Instinct. A fucking addiction.
I scrub a hand over my face and stare at the ceiling.
What was I thinking? This was supposed to be simple. A contract. A child. A solution.
Not… whatever the fuck this is.
Not lying awake, memorising the way she breathes. Not replaying the shattered sounds she made when she took me for the first time. Not desperately wanting to slide my fingers in her and keep them there, plugging her from letting any of my cum leak out.
I sit up quietly so I don’t wake her, though the thought of waking her, of sliding back between her legs and filling her again, almost drags me back down onto the mattress.
I swing my legs off the bed before my body has chance to ignore orders.
