“Not even close? But I wanted to feel all of you,” I say, worrying I’m letting him down somehow.
“Hey, look at me, Donovan.” He pulls me from my worries and smiles at me. “This feels incredible, and it’s our first time, there’s no rush. I can move a bit here and we can enjoy this.”
“Yeah,” I nod, “okay, you can move.”
I moan in pleasure as he eases his hips back, before pushing into me again.
“This okay?”
“Yes!” I cry, overwhelmed with the sensation of him moving inside me.
He keeps moving as he leans down to kiss me, his pace slow and his thrusts shallow. As I start to relax, my body feels like it wants more… I want all of him.
“I want to feel all of you, I can take it,” I say.
“You’re sure?”
“Please!”
He kisses me again, before thrusting his hips slightly deeper. I grip the sheets, but he moves my hands to his head. “Here, grip my hair, baby.”
His hair feels amazing between my fingers, and as I gently make a fist around it, a delicious moan escapes his lips.
“You feel incredible, Donovan,” he murmurs. “Are you sure you want all of me?”
“Yes!”
He pulls out a bit, before gliding back in, slowly, inch by inch, until he’s fully seated.
“Tell me how you feel, use your words, baby.”
“Full,” I moan.
“Full,” he chuckles, “that’s all I’m getting?”
“Shut up!” I laugh. “I feel full, but in the best way possible, like, I’m full of you. How does it feel for you?”
“Tight,” he smirks.
“Is that all I’m getting?” I make a fist in his hair when he thrusts again.
“Brat,” he chuckles, then he looks at me like he’s ready to devour me. “You wanna know how it feels? It feels like your tight little hole is strangling my cock, like if I move even aninch I’m gonna fill you with my cum. You feel fucking perfect, Donovan, like you were made for me.”
I whimper at his words, before he claims my mouth in a kiss, withdrawing his hips and thrusting into me again, all the way. Our kiss swallows my cries, and I move one hand to his back where I’m pretty sure I leave nail marks in his skin. He takes his time, not rushing, just letting me get used to him, the feeling of him being inside me.
“I’m going to pull out and make us both come, okay?” he says, just as it gets to the point where it all feels too much and too overwhelming.
I nod in response, gasping as he pulls out. He lets my legs lower around him and grips both our dicks in his hand, pumping us to completion. I’m covered in cum from both of us, and my head is spinning from my orgasm. I’m so out of it, I barely notice him disappear, before he returns with a towel to clean us up.
He carries me across to my bed before settling in behind me and pulling me into his arms; whispering sweet words in my ear, telling me I felt perfect, like I was made for him, that he’s got me… and with those whispers, I let myself drift off in his arms.
“Hey you,” he murmurs against my neck as I blink my eyes open.
“Hey,” I say, trying to get my bearings. “Sorry, I think I passed out.”
“You don’t have to be sorry, baby. That was intense, besides, I like holding you while you fall asleep.”
“Intense is one word for it,” I chuckle, finally understanding what Beth meant when she described some of her sexual encounters as mind-blowing.
