She takes a shaky breath and does what I say. As she exhales, her muscles relax just a fraction, and I take the opening.
I press deeper.
I feel the moment I break through, the barrier giving way as I slide another inch inside her. She gasps, her nails biting into my shoulders, and I freeze, giving her a second to adjust.
“You’re doing so good,” I tell her, my voice strained. “The hardest part is over. I’m in.”
“It feels so full,” she pants. “You’re stretching me so much.”
“I know.” I groan, my jaw clenched so hard it aches. “You feel incredible, Tilly. You’re squeezing me so tight I can barely think.”
I wait until I feel her body start to relax around me, her internal muscles softening, accepting me. Then I start to move again, pressing deeper, inch by inch, until finally I sink all the way to the root.
Fuck. I’m buried so deep inside her I can feel her heartbeat pulsing against my cock.
This is where I’m supposed to be. This is what I’ve been waiting for my whole life without even knowing it. I’m looking down at this woman—flushed and trembling and stuffed full of me—and I know with absolute certainty that she’s mine.
“Ben,” she breathes, her eyes wide and glazed.
“I’m right here, baby girl.” I brace my weight on my forearms so I can look down at her. “Look at what you took. Every inch of me.”
She looks down at where our bodies are joined, my hips flush against hers, and a fresh wave of pink washes over her cheeks.
“I can feel you everywhere,” she whispers.
“Good. Because I’m never letting you go.” I hold her gaze, letting her see exactly how serious I am. “You’re mine now. No one else is ever going to be inside you.”
“Just you,” she agrees, her voice barely audible. “Only you.”
That surrender snaps something loose inside me.
I pull back slowly, dragging myself out of that tight, wet heaven until only the tip remains. The friction makes her gasp, her hips chasing me, trying to pull me back in.
Then I drive forward again.
I set a rhythm, slow at first, letting her feel every inch of me as I move inside her. I want her to memorize the shape of me. I want her to feel me for days after this, a constant reminder that she belongs to me.
“This pussy fucks like a dream, baby,” I groan, watching her face twist with pleasure. “So fucking good.”
“It’s so deep,” she moans, her hips starting to rock, trying to match my rhythm.
“You want more?”
“Yes. Please, Ben. More.”
I pick up the pace, driving into her harder, deeper. The wet sound of our bodies coming together fills the room, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. She’s so slick, so ready for me, and every thrust sends pleasure rocketing up my spine.
“Ben,” she whimpers, her nails raking down my back. “I’m getting close again. I can feel it building.”
“Good. Come all over my cock.” I shift my angle, grinding against that spot I found earlier, and she keens beneath me. “I want to watch you make a mess while I’m buried inside you.”
She shatters.
I feel her clamp down around me, her inner walls pulsing in rhythmic waves that feel like they’re trying to milk me dry. The sensation is so intense it nearly drags me over the edge with her.
But I hold on. I’m not done with her yet.
I keep moving, fucking her through her orgasm, extending it until she’s writhing and gasping and begging me for something she can’t even name.
