“Is that a command?” I bat my eyelashes, pausing to emphasize the next word, because I know what it does to him. “Sir.”
“That bratty fucking mouth. Don’t make me punish you, pet.”
“Yes, sir,” I purr, reaching down to grip him through his pants.
“Oh, fuck, I need a second,” he groans sitting back as he lets out a deep breath.
I push up on my elbows until I’m sitting in front of him, reaching to undo his belt.
“I don’t know what it is about you that has me wanting to come in my pants like a goddamn teenage boy.”
“I think it’s kind of flattering.” I smile up at him. “Plus, I’ve never done this before, so I’d kind of like to return the favor, but I’m going to need you to talk me through it.”
“Jesus Christ, I’m never going to last if you keep talking like that.”
“Please, sir,” I say, giving him my best pouty lips.
He exhales slowly, as if it pains him to speak. “We’ll havetime for that later. I’ll show you exactly how much I’d love your lips wrapped around my cock. But right now, I want nothing more in the world than to fill you up. I need to be inside of you. Need to feel you pulsing around my cock as you come.”
“I need that too,” I beg as I help him unzip his pants and pull them off, throwing them haphazardly onto the floor.
His cock juts out proud, straining up his stomach as I reach to grab it and he hisses. “Please, I’ve never?—”
“Fuck, are you telling me you’ve never even touched a cock before?”
I shake my head as I glide my fingers through the slit on the end, smearing the moisture there. He involuntarily bucks into my hand.
“Emma,” he warns as I continue playing with the head.
“I’m ready, sir.”
He has me on my back, pinned to the bed before I squeak out the last word. I can feel his warm head part me as he glides it through my wetness, teasing me.
“Wait,” I cry, suddenly nervous.
Pulling back, he cups my face. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
“I know, it’s not that.”
He looks at me expectantly as I try to push down the embarrassment and form the words to continue.
“What is it going to feel like? I’ve heard some people say it hurts, but my sister didn’t mention that. And if it does hurt, like how bad? Will I bleed? Will it feel good eventually? How long will it last? I’m sorry, I’m just nervous and I want to know what to expect. I feel like I’ve studied everything I can to prepare for how it should feel, but now I worry it wasn’t enough and that I’ll disappoint you.”
His smile is reassuring as his hooded eyes stare back at me. There’s so much lust and reverence in his gaze that it stuns me, momentarily knocking the breath from me.
“There is nothing you could ever do to disappoint me. And if you want to know what to expect, honestly, it’s different for everyone. But I’m not going to lie, I’m bigger than average so it might hurt, but that’s why I wanted to make sure you’re nice and ready for me. I can’t really tell you what it will feel like for you, but I can describe what it feels like for me as I’m going, and if you want me to stop, just tell me and I will.” I nod, and he fists his cock, lining it up with my entrance. “Ready?”
“Yes,” I breathe as he slowly pushes his head into me. “Oh God!” I cry as I stretch around him. It hurts, and when I look down at where we’re joined, I notice that there’s a lot more of him to go before he’s fully inside me.
He immediately pauses his movements, a pained look on his face. “Emma, honey, talk to me. Do you want me to stop?”
“Don’t stop,” I moan as I pinch my eyes shut and he slides in a little further. “Oh shoot, wait. I can’t…”
“Emma, look at me,” he snaps, and my eyes fly open, locking on his. “It’s taking everything in me not to rut into this perfect fucking cunt. You’re squeezing me so tight, and I’ve never felt anything better than how you feel swallowing me, enveloping me. You feel so warm, so soft, so wet, and so much like home. This is how it feels for me. I want to live here, inside of you as you pulse and squeeze me. Nothing has ever felt like this.”
His words wash over me like a tide, filling in all the cracks in the sand, filling me up with his adoration. My body relaxes, and my nervousness dissipates. “I can’t imagine doing this with anyone else. I trust you. I trust you so much.” I pull his face to mine, kissing him passionately, so I don’t share anything else.
“So fucking much,” he echoes, kissing me again, and my heart skips wondering if there’s a deeper meaning there. Before I can fixate on it too much he pulls back. “How do you feel?”
