“You look so fucking pretty with my cock buried inside of you,” He lifts his head and meets my eyes, “I’m going to fuck you now, Marly, you understand?”
I nod, my breath hissing from my lips when he pulls out of me and then thrusts back inside, a little harder, a little faster. A moan has my head tipping back, I didn’t know it could feel this good and I can’t help but watch him as he moves in and out of my body. His muscles bunch and flex, the veins in his arms more defined than they were an hour ago and he strokes his cock into me with precise thrusts of his hips. I can see a little blood, but I can’t bring myself to care about it, not when watching him fuck me has me completely entranced.
“Lift your leg,” He orders gently, “Open yourself for me.”
I bring my knee up which he promptly grabs and holds as he gets to his knees and presses down on my hip with his other hand. It feels deeper but freer, and pleasure works in unison with the pain. My body is in riot mode, it doesn’t know what to do and my heart pounds hard inside my chest.
“River,” I stutter out his name and his eyes snap to mine.
“Say it again,” He growls. “Say my name, Marly.”
“Oh god,” I whimper as his hips move faster, the bed squeaking under the force.
“Not fucking god,” He rasps, “Me, Marly. It’s me fucking you.”
“River!” I give him what he wants, “Yes!”
He groans, “Shit, you feel so good, baby.”
A startled cry leaves me when I feel his thumb press into my clit, his hips slowing to a gentle pace, “Shh,” He hushes, “Feel this baby, let it go. I want you to come for me.”
“I don’t know if I can,” I admit in a whisper.
“You can,” He urges, his thumb teasing on my clit while his cock still pushes into me, sending waves of pleasure through my body, making my thighs ache with it. “I want you to come all over my cock.”
My jaw slackens as I feel myself spasm around him, the shock knotting inside my stomach and I can feel it building, tightening me up to the point it has no choice but to snap.
His groan and curse are barely audible to the ringing inside my ears and the dots dancing across my vision.
“Fuccckkkkkk,” He growls before he drops both my legs, grabs my hips and fucks me into the mattress, his hips stilling as his head tips back, the pleasure on his face a painting I wish I could keep.
Spent, he collapses down on top of me, holding his weight in his arms as his breath shudders from him and whispers against my neck. I wince when he slips out of me and removes the condom, throwing it into the trash before his arms slip under me.
“What are you doing!?” I screech.
But he doesn’t answer me, instead he just carries me through to his small bathroom and hits the button to turn on the shower, stepping us both under the spray when it’s warm enough. He lowers himself to the ground, my body still cradled in his arms and for a few long minutes we just sit there, the water running over us both, easing the ache in my body.
“You did so well, princess,” He says eventually, pushing back wet hair to look at my face.
My cheeks burn hot with my blush, “I’m sorry, I thought you knew.”
He shakes his head, “It shouldn’t have been me, but selfishly, I don’t fucking regret it.”
“I wanted it to be you,” I lay my cheek against his shoulder, closing my eyes to the feel of the water, “I’ve never wanted it to be anyone until you.”
“Marly,” His voice rumbles through me, the vibration warming, settling something in my soul, a sound I’ve been searching for my entire life even though I didn’t know it. It’s soothing, like that one song you listen to when you need to breathe because it helps calm those racing thoughts. It feels like home and a faraway place all at once.
“Please don’t tell me you regret it,” I hear my own voice crack, my insecurities getting the better of me. I’ve never wanted to give my virginity to anyone, not until him and if he tells me it shouldn’t have happened, I feel like my heart might crack in two.
“Never,” He growls, grasping my chin, “Never, you hear me? I don’t regret a single fucking second.”
I blink through the water gathering in my lashes, “You don’t?”
“Fuck no,” He scoffs, “You’re perfect, princess, every fucking inch of you but for you to give me something so damn sacred, fuck, it’s a gift I don’t know what to do with.”
I tuck my face beneath his chin, hiding my smile, “Just keep doing it.” My cheeks flame with my words.
His chuckle warms me, “If you think I’d ever give it up, you’re mistaken, I don’t think you understand.”
