“And how’s that?”
“Like if I don’t have you, I’ll die. Take a deep breath in for me as I claim you for myself, Odessa.”
I took a breath as he instructed and felt him press inside me with one swift thrust. It was everything and nothing like I’d imagined. The pain was more of an ache. Dull and throbbing, but also so unbelievably good.
He moved a stray piece of hair away from my face and his icy blue eyes stared deep into mine. “Are you alright?” He asked.
“Y-yes,” I answered, my body shaking from what we were doing. I was overwhelmed by emotion and sensation, and the knowledge that I was no longer a virgin.
He thrust back up into me and my head tilted back. The tip of him was reaching so deep inside me that I wanted to scream. My hands reached around his body and found purchase on his back, pulling him closer to me. We were entwined in a heap of pleasure and heat. Moving together as one. His forehead rested against mine as he moved in and out me slowly. I could tell it was difficult for him by the clench in his jaw and the sweat gathering on his brow.
“It feels so good,” I whispered almost reverently. My fingers dug into his back as he moved his hips, hard enough to leave marks.
He leaned down and took my mouth with his kissing me as he moved in and out of me.
“Gods, you’re so fucking perfect wrapped around my cock. Taking me so well. Look at how well you’re taking my cock,” he says.
I looked down to where our bodies were joined and marveled at the sight. This was really happening. It wasn’t just a dream or fantasy. This was real.
We moved together in a dance only our bodies knew. The rhythm was one of desperation and desire melding to make the most beautiful explosion that left tingles all along my body.
It was transcendent. Like my soul was being stitched together with his in a way that exceeded the physical sensations.
“Is it always like this?” I asked, moving my hips to meet his as he continued to fill me stroke by stroke. His cock was throbbing inside me, breaking me apart and putting me back together with each thrust.
“No,” he gritted out. “It’s never been this good or felt this right. I could do this for a millennium and never tire of how amazing you feel wrapped around me.”
He shifted then, rolling us effortlessly so that I was on top and he was below me. My wild braid shifted, spilling down my back in a cascade of tangles and curls.
“I want to see you ride me,” he said, his large hands digging into my sides, urging me on. Moving at this angle made me feel so full, but also powerful. I watched as Dex became undone. I was making him look so wild and full of need, and I loved it. I loved even more how good it felt to be on top of him. Even the smallest dip of my hips had my clit rubbing against his pelvic bone, sending jolts of pleasure along my nerves and deep into my core. My eyes fluttered and my breathing stalled as I found how to rock myself onto his impressive length.
“That’s right. Just like that,” he groaned watching me. The dark pupil of his eye had almost eaten up that icy blue ring of his as he took in every movement, watching my curves as if mesmerized by them. “So, fucking good. So, fucking beautiful, Odessa,” he said, thrusting up into me unable to keep himself still any longer.
“Come all over my cock. I want to feel you shatter. I want to be shoved so deep inside you as you break apart for me,” he said, palming my breasts in his hands. He licks my sensitive peak, then bites down. The sensation has me clamping down on him and speeding my hips up.
“Oh, you like it when I play with these beautiful, perfect breasts?”
I nod, “Uh-huh,”
“Mmmf,” he groans, moving to my other breast and repeating the same motion.
“Fuck, I could let you smother me with these, and I’d die a happy man,”
“But then I wouldn’t get to feel you shoot your come inside me,” I whined.
He laughed and looked surprised by my words. Hell, I had surprised myself.
“Better not die then,” he said, pulling my mouth down to his with a hot, impassioned kiss, making my chest rub against his. His hands tangled in my hair, deepening our kiss.
He sat up as we broke apart and changed positions.
“On your hands and knees for me, love,”
“What did I tell you about calling me love?” I asked looking over my shoulder at him as I got into position.
He smacked me right on my ass and lined up his cock from behind me.
“I’ll call you whatever I like as long as I’ve got you wrapped around my dick,”
