He sighs, shakes his head slightly, then moves his hands away.I remove his belt and pull his zip down.
His black boxers are tight and do nothing to hide the bulge.He closes his eyes momentarily as if steeling himself before I hook my fingers over his waistband and pull them down.
Holy shit.He isn’t going to fit in my mouth, but I will certainly try.
Wetting my lips, I slowly take the tip of him into my mouth and flick my tongue over his head whilst gripping the base.He lets out a low growl, which spurs me on.I’m already wet, but with each lick, each little suck of him, heat pools between my legs and only makes me want him more.
His breathing gets faster as I get a little braver, taking more of him into my mouth, his head hitting the back of my throat.I speed up, my hand and jaw working in tandem until he grips my hair and pulls my head back.
“I don’t want to come in your mouth.”He pushes me back onto the bed and climbs on top of me.His eyes are intense, fuelled with desire.There’s a second when I feel I should be afraid.
“I’m ready,” I say, gripping the sheets, as if having something to hold on to will help brace me.
“I’ll take it slow because it will hurt, but only for a second.If you want me to stop, you need to tell me, and I’ll stop.”
I nod to show him I’m paying attention when all I’m really thinking about is how badly I want this.I’ve never felt like this before.All the times I’ve tried to get laid, it’s always been about getting the job done, ticking the box.But this is different.I want this.I wanthim.If I don’t get him, I’ll fucking scream.
He positions himself as he takes hold of both my ankles in one hand, then rubs his cock up my centre.
My eyes flutter closed, but I don’t want to miss anything.He continues to rub his cock over me, coating it in my pleasure before he gently places the tip at my entrance.
“Look at me, Hayami,” he says.I meet his gaze.“It’s going to sting, but I’ll help.”He drops my ankles, my legs flopping onto his shoulders as he pushes deeper inside me.And there it is, the fucking sting, but as the pain builds, he places his thumb on my clit, and I moan.
“Oh my God.”
He pushes on, slowly dipping all of him inside me until I feel his thighs against the back of my legs.Then he pulls back, continuing to massage my clit, and I think I’m dying, think I’m in heaven and he’s a fucking angel.
None of the books I’ve read have prepared me for this.None of them.
“Hayami,” he snaps.
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“Fuck no.You dare stop and I’ll scratch your fucking eyes out.”I grip his legs, pulling him into me.
He smiles, and I swear to God, I’ve definitely died.
And now he fucks me, slow to start, then faster, deeper, pushing into me and then pulling out, toying with me, playing with me until my body can’t hold back any longer.As my back arches and my breathing ceases, I feel him swell within me, and that’s enough to tip me over the edge.My orgasm crashes through me as Fenrir holds himself deep inside me, the feeling of him pulsing only prolonging the ecstasy that rolls through my body.
“Fuck, oh fuck!”I cry as Fenrir exerts one final thrust before dropping beside me, his face in the crook of my neck as he catches his breath.
Seconds pass.I feel weak yet powerful, as if I’ve just discovered a superpower I didn’t know I had.I never thought it would feel like that, never expected it to be so intense, and I now know why he said he wouldn’t be able to stop at only doing it once.
He pushes up on his arms and pulls out, then tells me to wait.He stands.I want to look at him, to marvel at his body, but I’m exhausted and still catching my breath.He must go into the en suite, as when he returns, it’s with tissues, which he uses to clean me up.
I sit up, my legs shaking, my arms like cooked noodles.I feel different.It’s cliché, I know, but I do.I feel like a whole new world has been opened up to me, one I’ve only read about in books, and this man has led me there by the hand.I want to kiss him for it.
But we haven’t kissed.Is that strange?I’m not sure.It feels wrong not to have kissed him, too clinical, like this was just a transaction between two people.I want to kiss him.I want to smother him with all of me.I’m not sure whether the two orgasms have made me feel brave, but I grab his head in my hands and lean in.He freezes under my touch, my hand covering his scars, and for a fleeting second, I think I’ve done the wrong thing, touched him in a way he isn’t comfortable with, but I’m lost in this heady moment, post-orgasmic pleasure leaving me feeling drunk and slightly giddy.
“Thank you,” I whisper before I place my lips on his and kiss him like I’m starving, like he’s the only food I need.He tastes of me, but I don’t care.I want this.I want him.I want him to know how much this means to me.Wrapping my arms around him, I pull him closer, his clever tongue setting me on edge again.
His mouth moves down my neck, giving me the chance to inhale some much-needed air.
“I want to do it again.”My voice is breathy, my words heavy with desire.
“We will, but you need time to recover,” Fenrir says at last.
