His fingers trail between my thighs, and I gasp as he finds how soaked I am. He groans in response, slipping one thick finger between my folds.
“You’re already so wet,” he says, voice gravel-soft. “Is this all for me?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
He circles my clit, slow and firm, until I’m trembling in his lap. His finger slides inside—then another. I gasp as he stretches me, slow, precise. My pussy clenches around him, and he groans again, eyes burning.
“You take me so well,” he murmurs. “So fucking perfect.”
I grind into his hand, chasing the pressure. The stretch. The warmth. My body bows, hips rolling helplessly as his thumb presses my clit.
Then I come—hard.
My pussy tightens around his fingers, my breath stolen. He holds me through it, fingers deep, his other hand cradling my head.
When I collapse against him, he lays me back on the bed with reverence.
Then he sheds the last of his clothes.
And gods.
His cock is a marvel—long, thick, smooth black skin with just a faint pulse beneath the surface. His ridges glisten in the firelight. He kneels between my legs, dragging the head along my folds, teasing.
I gasp. “Please…”
He presses in.
The stretch is breathtaking—full, slow. My pussy burns with it, but it’sgood. He watches my face the whole time, red eyes locked on mine.
“You feel like fire,” I whisper, panting.
“You feel likehome,” he says, voice breaking.
He moves.
Slow at first. Deep. His cock drags against every nerve, every sweet spot. I wrap my legs around his waist, moaning louder each time he fills me.
His mouth finds mine. “Tell me what it feels like.”
“Like I’m alive,” I whisper. “Like I’m breaking apart and finally okay with it.”
He thrusts harder now—steady, claiming. Our skin slaps in the still room, punctuated by our breathing, my cries, his groans.
My clit pulses. My pussy spasms.
I come again—screaming this time, legs tightening, nails raking his back. He growls, cock pulsing, thrusts rougher.
Then he shudders, plunging deep, stilling.
He comes inside me with a sound like thunder—deep, low, primal.
His cock twitches, filling me with warmth, and he collapses beside me, holding me close.
We lie in silence, breath syncing. Heartbeats thundering like the storm outside.
And when I close my eyes, his hand is in mine.
Safe.
