The corner of his mouth twitches ever so slightly, those teeth sink into that plump lower lip again. “‘Please’ what, darlin’?” he husks.
Another groan from my chest, my fingers dig into his muscular back. “Fuck me,” I whisper. “I…” My hips circle of their own accord before the next words rush from my lips. “I want you to be my first.”
He stills as a softness fills his eyes, the slight smile on his face so serene and caring. He breathes the words “I love you” against my lips before thrusting into my waiting body, one stroke breaching my insides, making me scream. The pain is worse than I expected, and as the pop vibrates inside my lower body, Zephyr’s mouth covers mine, swallows my cry.
Holy. Shit.
I knew it would hurt, but this was worse than I’d expected. Maybe because Zephyr’s so big, but maybe it would have hurt like this regardless.
Deep inside me, he stays still for the longest time, kissing my lips, whispering words of comfort, until my body relaxes into the mattress. I slide my tongue along Zeph’s inside his mouthand slick starts sliding out of my body again, whine building in my chest. Then this ache builds between my legs—not pain, but need. Desire.
Breath catching in my throat, my hips roll toward him without conscious thought, and his groan is guttural, primal, as he pulls out of me, almost entirely, then slides back inside, so slow.
Our foreheads and noses are touching now, his breath so ragged from restraint. But the pain is almost gone, or at least completely overwhelmed by a desire for release I’ve never experienced.
“Zeph,” I breathe. “Please. Fuck me.”
His body jolts, wide eyes stare down into mine. Then, his hips move again, a little faster, pulling out a bit and snapping back inside with a clap of skin on skin, making me cry out, grind my core against his pelvis. He huffs a breath, something close to a laugh, but it isn’t malicious. No, his lavender eyes are so serious, filled with love as he peers down at me, increasing his pace.
My whine fills the room again, mingling with his in a wonderful chorus, the vibrations in our chests from the sounds almost like purrs of our own.
When stars begin to dance at the edges of my vision, I know I’m so close. Zeph bends his knees, lifts my ass up onto his thighs, fucking harder and faster, gasping, desperate.
On a whine, he stutters, “I-I need…” he huffs, and I can feel his frustration. “I just…”
His slick drips down onto me in this new position, and I realize what it is he needs. What he can’t voice.
And I’ll give it to him.
In my lustful haze, I roll a bit to the side and fumble blindly for my top nightstand drawer, pull it open, and rummage with one hand through the contents.
It takes only a moment to find what I’m looking for; something I’d never had the opportunity or privacy, but always kept just in case I couldn’t take it anymore. The want. The sadness. An ease from rejection.
Zeph is so distracted, concentrating so hard on finding his release, that he doesn’t notice me pull the tab from the base of the knotting sex toy and toss it to the floor. With his knees now bent, his ass is so nicely presented. It’s easy to maneuver the toy to his opening and plunge it inside, making him scream with pleasure.
I haven’t even turned it on yet.
But his reaction emboldens me, and I keep the toy deep in his ass, his whine growing obscenely loud, his head tossed back, gaze up at the ceiling, mouth gaping. His body is frozen, no longer fucking me, and I don’t even mind. The ecstasy on his face makes slick pour from my body, and when I slide the toy from his ass, his body follows it, pulling out of my pussy. When I slam it back inside him, he cries out and lurches forward.
This I can work with.
I spread my legs as wide as I can, allow him to get as deep inside me as possible, and fuck his ass hard and fast with the toy, leading him to fuck me as hard and fast as I want.
When the stars return to my eyes, we’re both crying out, and the moment my body jolts with the beginning of my orgasm, I press the button on the toy, making it balloon, knotting Zephyr’s ass. He screams with pleasure, a growl in his chest, and I come, wave after wave of ecstasy wracking my body, growl in my own chest as my teeth begin to ache.
Before I know what’s happening, I’ve sunk my teeth into his clavicle, and he’s done the same to mine on the opposite side. His blood is sweet on my tongue as my body tingles and begins to grow weightless.
Zephyr’s arms wrap around me tight as he keeps fucking me, our teeth in each other’s flesh.
When I’m finally able to release him from my bite, I look at his face, a bit of blood smeared on his lips, his body wrapped in blue-tinged electricity, crackling and popping.
I gasp, my hand flying to his face where I see my own body, that tingling I’d felt—I’m encased in my power, too.
His brows draw tight, then his gaze sweeps around the room.
“Oh, shit,” he breathes.
And that’s when I realize we’re floating about four feet off the mattress.
