I swallowed hard.
“I want the next time you lose control so beautifully to be when I’m inside of you.”
My panties were pulled down, the flimsy material almost ripping, and then, he was between my legs, guiding himself to my opening.
I tensed.
“You can…” Falling on top of me, he caught my lips in his, but all I could feel was the thick head of his cock pressing against me. “Say no at any time. We don’t…”
“I say yes.” I lifted my hips to him. I didn’t want to say no, not to him and not ever.
“Hold onto me. This might hurt.”
I barely had time to anchor my hands to his shoulders before he pushed himself into me. One sharp flick of his hips flooded my body with a stinging pain.
I cried out, my nails leaving little half crescents in the skin of his shoulders, and tears welled up in my eyes.
“I’m sorry.” He kissed each tear from my cheeks. “I’m sorry. Just relax. It will get better, I promise. Just relax for me.”
How could I relax when I felt so full? It was like he was pressing into my stomach, and my body had to stretch stingingly to accommodate his massive girth and length.
“Relax.” He nipped at my lips, sucking the bottom one into his mouth. “Just let your body get used to me.” Reaching between our bodies, he circled my clit again, and I couldn’t help it. I moaned.
Pleasure and pain seemed suddenly so entangled that I didn’t even know which way was up and which was down.
“That’s it.” He moved slowly, letting me grow used to him, and the entire time, he pressed down on my clit and kissed my lips until I completely forgot the pain.
My nails loosened their grip on his shoulders to tangle into the hair at the back of his neck.
“Hold on to me.” His movement became bigger, he pulled almost all the way out, only to slide effortlessly back inside until there was nothing else in the entire world but the feel of his body inside of mine.
Arms around his neck, I wrapped my legs around his hips and felt him falter. His eyes rolled into the back of his head.
“Jesus, you are perfect. You’re so tight, Sophia. Like you were made for me.” His movements became harder, like he was losing control, and that was fine, because I was losing control as well.
Every time he thrust forward, my body was there to meet his. And the agonizing, delicious pressure had started up again.
The pain was gone, relegated to the back of my mind, which had no room for anything but him.
If this was what sex was like, then no wonder everyone was doing it all the time.
“You were born to be mine, Sophia. There is no one else in the entire world but you whom I would ever want.” He groaned low in his throat and I felt his cock throb.
Arching my back, I cried out. How was it possible that he was growing even thicker? He was so thick that he seemed to fill me completely.
He was so thick, and I was so full, it was like our bodies merged and became one.
The orgasm that ripped through me was a wild abandonment of everything that was me. Painfully intense, I felt my muscles clamp around him.
“Fuck,” he groaned loudly. “Fuck, Sophia, I am going to…”
Together we fell over the edge. Not two bodies but one, all lips and tongues and bodies coming together.
I fell back first, my body completely relaxed, and two seconds later, he fell heavily on top of me.
“You’re mine now.” Matteo’s lips found my throat and kissed my sweaty skin. “And that means you are never allowed to leave me.”
He was right, of course. I wasn’t a virgin anymore. I was his. And I would never leave him.
