I don’t want him to stop, my body’s beginning to pulsate around him, more arousal pooling low in my belly as if my body knows what this all means.
I shift my hips experimentally, and we both gasp at the sensation.
“Katerina,” he warns. “I’m trying really hard to be gentle here.”
“Maybe I don’t want gentle anymore,” I say, surprised by my own boldness.
His eyes darken. “Yeah? You want more?”
“Please.”
The pleasure builds with each thrust now, the fullness and friction combining into something that steals my breath. My hips start moving with him, meeting him thrust for thrust until he’s fully seated inside me.
“That’s my girl,” he praises, moving faster now. “Look at you, taking me so well. Made for this. Made for me.”
“Scottie—” I gasp as the pressure builds low in my belly.
“I think—I think I’m going to—”
“Yeah, you are,” he says roughly, reaching between us to circle my clit with his thumb. “Come on my cock. Squeeze me. Show me just how good my cock feels.”
The dual sensation of him inside me and his thumb on my clit pushes me over the edge. The orgasm crashes through me, different from before—deeper, fuller, more intense. My body clenches around him rhythmically, and I hear him curse.
“Fuck—Katerina—I can’t—”
His thrusts become erratic, harder, and then he buries himself deep with a guttural groan of my name. I feel him pulsing inside me, his whole body rigid as his orgasm tears through him, and the sensation of his release triggers another wave of pleasure through my over-sensitized body.
Finally, we both still, gasping for breath. He’s heavy on top of me, but I don’t mind. I like the weight of him, the way I can feel his heart hammering against my chest.
“Holy shit,” he finally says into my neck.
“Yeah,” I agree breathlessly.
He lifts his head to look at me, and I’m struck by the tenderness in his eyes.
“How do you feel? Tell me the truth.”
“Sore,” I admit. “But good. Really, really good.”
“No regrets?”
“Only that we waited this long,” I whisper, echoing what I told him before.
He smiles—that devastating smile—and kisses me softly before carefully withdrawing. I wince slightly at the sensitivity, and he notices.
“I’m going to clean you up,” he says, pressing a kiss to my forehead before disappearing into the bathroom.
He returns with a warm washcloth and is gentle as he cleans between my legs. It’s intimate in a different way, being cared for like this.
When he’s done, he tosses the cloth aside and climbs back into bed, pulling me into his arms. I curl into his chest, listening to his heartbeat gradually slow.
“How was that?” he asks softly, fingers tracing patterns on my back.
“Better than I thought my first time would be,” I say honestly. “You were... perfect.”
“No, you were perfect,” he counters, tightening his arms around me.
“No regrets?” I ask, needing to hear it from him, too. “Not a single one,” he says firmly. “You’re mine now, Katerina. Completely.”
