She closes her eyes, and I rumble in disapproval.
“Good girls keep their eyes open while their husbands take their virginity, Ruby.”
Her lids fly open again.
“That’s it.” I rub my thumb on her hand. “Show me your pretty eyes. Let me see how you react as I take you bare and make you mine. We had two nights in the dark. I want to see every part of your pleasure.”
I push into her tight wet heat with aching slowness, and we breathe together, eyes locked, noses brushing tenderly as I split her open between her legs.
She’s heaven. Tight wet heat that makes my head spin with how right this is.
“That’s it. Take my cock like a good girl,” I murmur. “It’s like coming home, being with you.”
“I’m yours,” she whispers back, squeezing my hands as best as she can.
“I want more connection,” I admit hoarsely. “I need more. But you’re so tight.” My elbows on the bed are keeping my weight from crushing her, but I have a savage impulse to do just that. Press her down into me until we’re impossible to separate.
“Please.” She angles her hips so I slide deeper, and I moan from the pleasure of her wet pussy yielding to me.
“I don’t think I’ll ever stop wanting you, Ruby. You feel like you were made for me.” I pull out fractionally, then push back in, further.
It’s intense in a way I’ve never felt before. The connection between us, the holding myself back, the way pleasure and pain battle in her face and echo in my heart.
“Yes,” she whines, and I give it to her, watching her eyes as I work my big cock into her tight little pussy, joining us more each time.
“That’s it, you can take all of it,” I reassure her as my balls slap on her arse with each thrust now. “You’re doing so well. My good girl.” And that’s the praise she needs. The next slide, our hips are pressed together, me inside her fully.
Holding still there, in her velvet heat, is the best sort of torture.
“Are you okay?” I touch my lips to hers in a butterfly kiss.
“Yes,” she replies breathily. “Better than I’ve ever been in my life.”
And we grin at each other. That’s what I want. Ruby’s happiness.
“I’d take every hurt from you, Ruby, and live with it myself, always, to save you from this discomfort.” I rub her little hands trapped beneath my big paws.
She shakes her head, just a tiny movement. “I want this first time when you break me and make me yours.”
My heart aches at that. My virgin girl. I move, thrusting into her slowly, then faster as I see how she responds, arching her back and moaning.
“Lift your knees up, tesorina. You’ll open for me more.”
I feel her shift before I’ve finished speaking, and her trust is so sweet my teeth should ache.
I take what she gives. Hard. I increase my pace, letting my cock take over, revelling in the bliss of her tight wet heat.
“I’m so glad we did this together.” I struggle to find the words to express how I feel. Why I don’t care that I’m her first, but I’m forever grateful that I get to experience this moment of pain and pleasure and newness with the woman I love. “It’s an honour.” I’m not sure I’ll ever push into her tight body with this much care and slowness. Knowing how good she feels, how will I hold back? “I love you so much. It’s like I’m overflowing with it.”
“I hope you will.” She smiles slyly, and I choke on a laugh.
“You want me to fill you up?” My voice is hoarse. “Empty myself into you, so you’re overflowing?” It’s meant to be teasing, but I sound desperate, serious.
“I want to be yours,” she says with all the longing that’s in my heart as well. “Fill me. Use me. Fuck me, take me.”
“You belong to me, now,” I say deliberately, punctuating the statement with thrusts. “You” thrust “are” thrust “my” thrust “wife”.
She writhes beneath me. “Yes. Yes.”
