“Faster baby,” he growls out, finally finding the courage to fist my hair rather than the bedspread. He gently tugs, giving me plenty of time to tell him no, before he starts moving my head at his desired speed. As my head is pushed down I gag and tears fill my eyes. “Are you okay?” He mumbles out. I can feel his fingers twitch as he tries so hard to restrain himself.
“Mhm” I try to respond, although it comes out muffled. Instead I peer up at him, letting my eyes give the okay my stuffed mouth can’t.
Saint loses the last bit of resolve he had so desperately been clinging too, forcing his cock back into my throat. My drool begins to drip from his length as he pushes harder and harder, filling the room around us with sloppy noises.
I grip onto his thighs to keep myself supported. His hold is so strong it leaves me feeling small. “I need to be inside you.” Saint pulls me off of him, letting my spit drip onto my chin. “You are so fucking perfect.”
He maneuvers me until I’m able to lay down on the bed. As he crawls on top of me, he brings his thumb up to wipe off my chin. “My perfectDying Star.”
“Yours?” I ask back breathlessly.
He reaches down, yanking on the jeans I had on before responding. “Mine.”
The words send me into a fantasy. One where he’s mine and I’m his. One where we’re together. One full of love.
I reach down, helping him shimmy my pants off before they fall off the side of the bed. He reaches in between us, gently rubbing my clitoris over my pink panties. The pressure has his name rolling off my lips as though his touch is some sort of delicacy. “Saint! I need more. I need you.”
He pulls my underwear off, repeating the motions he had done with my pants. My eyes roll back as he rubs his tip along my slit, collecting my juices and spreading them around. Saint pushes into me, his head falling into the crook of shoulder as he does.
“Ahh!” I seethe out, automatically clenching my thighs together in an attempt to push him out.
Saint immediately backs off, pulling away from me until we’re both able to look down. Blood mixes with my arousal that coats his dick, some still dripping out of me. “What?” He questions,shock coming through his voice. “Are you?” His eyes peer up to me, wide with nerves.
I scrunch my eyes shut as I wince with a slight pain. “I was.” Slowly I open my eyes back up to him, worried to find anger. Yet all I find is the lust that had been swimming through him before.
“You should’ve told me, Nova. I could’ve been softer.”
“I didn’t want to lose this moment with you.” I whisper, feeling guilt at my lie by omission.
Saint looks back down, slowly taking his length in his hand and begins stroking. My blood transfers onto his palm, leaving his fingertips sticky and light red. “You really are all mine.”
His body weight falls back down onto mine, pushing me into the mattress with a comforting pressure. I feel his lips as they press against the side of my throat and lightly suck. All of my worries seem to be sucked from me as the pressure between my neck and his tongue amplifies. As the pain between my legs starts to lessen, the need for him finally returns. I wrap my legs around him, gripping onto him as if my life depended on it.
“I need more,” I whisper. His hand slides in between us, lining himself up with my pussy once more. Saint bites down on my neck as he sinks back into me. The pain still remains but it’s bearable this time. Either that or I’m too focused on the throbbing ache Saint created on my throat.
He slides in and out, taking his time and allowing my body to adjust to the intrusion. “Just like that baby. I got you.”
The soreness begins to turn to satisfaction with every stroke. A tightness in my core begins to build and I have to claw into Saint’s shirt to keep myself steady. He makes me feel so full, this new feeling bringing me closer and closer to euphoria.
“You’re doing so good.” Saint whispers in my ear as he picks up speed. My walls contract around him, my body instinctively holding him hostage. “Fuck you’re doing so good for me, Nova.”
The pressure builds and builds until I’m falling. My body spasms under his hold. A cry starts to escape my mouth before Saint’s hand slaps onto it, lightly pushing my head into the bed.
“Shh baby. I know.” He soothes me as he continues to drag himself in and out of me.
He pumps in and out of me, each stroke feeling more sensitive than the previous. It’s not until he pulls out, stringing little white pearls of cum along my pelvic region, that I’m finally able to get my breathing under control. Saint looks down at my body, his expression hazy. “Will you please stay?” He finally asks, seemingly nervous to look at me.
A small laugh leaves me at the thought. He had just taken my virginity, and he's too shy to ask me to hang out?
“I’ll stay.”
Play Catch Me If You Can (Bonus Track) By Eden
The day had passed by us in a blur. The two of us playing house in Saint’s apartment. We had taken a shower shortly after finishing up in the bedroom. He had put special care into washing the evidence off my body. My eyes had been glued to the drain, watching as the blood swirled around before disappearing down the tiny holes. A sight I had seen before, but never one that had carried happy memories with it.
Afterwards he had ordered us a pizza, throwing on some old trashy cartoon for background noise.
“So what’s your favorite color?” I ask, dragging a slice of the sauced covered bread up into the air. The cheese is relentless, unwilling to just part from its neighboring slice.
