“You’re so big,” She whispers, an edge of pain to her voice, eyes squeezed closed. I hadn’t taken anyone’s virginity before and taking hers feels like I’m teasing the devil. It’s like I’m taking something sacred, something holy, but fuck, I can’t not. I’ve wanted Nessa since the moment I saw her lying in the sand. Wanted her from that first smile, that first laugh. I wanted her to be mine and though I know that isn’t possible, this right here, sharing this together, makes it feel like she is.
“You’re doing so well.” I praise, “You’re taking me, you see?” I look between our bodies, at where the tip of my cock is buried inside of her, her pussy stretching to fit me, “We look so fucking good together.”
“Kolt,” She whimpers, “More.”
“Slow, baby,” I tell her, pushing in just a little.
“Please.” Her eyes crinkle at the edges as she presses them harder together, and I know she’s feeling the pain.
“Shh,” I drop down until my chest is against hers and my hands cradle her face, her thighs spreading further to fit me. I latch my mouth to hers, tasting her gasps and moans as I push in deeper with each thrust of my hips. I’m almost there, almost fully inside. Her heels dig into my ass, and I roll my hips, trying to keep it slow and steady to ease her into it, ease her body into fitting mine. She’s stretched so full, her pussy clamping around my cock tight and unforgiving.
“So good, baby,” I tell her, “You feel so good. You’re taking me so well. Are you okay?”
She nods against me, “It hurts a little.”
“I know,” I soothe.
I roll my hips, easing out of her and then back in, gently thrusting to stretch her just a little more. Her nails claw at my shoulders, her gasps and moans hitting somewhere deep inside me that’ll forever remain.
I knew she wasn’t going to finish for me now, not this time. I’m so damn close after such a short amount of time and I’m holding on until it’s almost too painful to bear. I slide in and out of her, pushing deeper, going slow but I feel the zip of pleasure down my spine, telling me I was there.
“I’m going to come,” I tell her, “Fuck you feel too good, Ness.”
“I need more,” She urges.
I grasp her behind her knee, pushing her open for me and thrust, sinking into her completely. She envelopes me entirely, my whole cock wedged inside her, her wetness soaking the base of me. With a cry her head throws back, her nails clawing at me, the gasp of pain making my damn heart twinge.
I kiss her jaw, her cheeks, her neck, trying to ease her pain in any way I can. I keep my thrusts slow and short, letting her feel me and adjust. Nails biting, she lets out a small moan, eyes opening to find mine.
I nod barely, trying to tell her without words how well she is doing, how good she feels.
Her pussy is so warm and wet, so damn tight. I slip out a little further and pump forward, letting my body slap against her with a harder thrust.
“You’re so perfect, Ness,” I whisper, my teeth scraping down the column of her throat, “Made for me.”
“It’s yours,” She whimpers, rolling her hips into me, teasing me.
“Fuck, I’m going to come, Ness.”
“Let me feel it,” She pleads, “Show me.”
I can’t prolong it any longer.
I empty into the condom, the warmth of her pussy enveloping me, her tightness squeezing me for every last drop while her wide eyes, heated with so much lust, watch the pleasure cross my face.
My cock jerks inside of her as I bury my face into the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent, so intoxicating it could end me. I need her to come for me again, I need her to finish on my cock, but I have no doubt she’ll be sore now.
I gently pull out of her, looking between our bodies. There are a few spots of blood on her sheets, her pussy swollen while her body trembles enough I feel it vibrating the mattress beneath us.
“Come with me,” I urge her, helping her from the bed and into my arms. I start the shower, getting the water hot and guide her in, following her under the spray.
“It was always going to be you,” She whispers, words almost lost to the sound of the water, “I wanted it to be you.”
I stroke down her wet hair, holding her to me for a while before I gently coax her away and grab the soap, lathering it up in my palms. My hands start at her shoulders, moving in circular strokes as I work down her arms and then back up, down over her sternum before I work the soap over her breasts. She lets out a whimper as I go over her nipples, paying a little extra attention to the hardened peaks before I run the bubbles down her stomach to her hips and then between her legs.
“Are you in pain?” I ask her as I gently massage my hand between her thighs, cleaning her up and removing any blood that remains.
“I’m okay,” She tells me, her head rolled back against my shoulder, “I want more.”
