“Fuck,” I moaned, clutching at the sheets. “If one feels so good, I wonder how the rest will go.”
“You want to try?” He smiled, pleased, as he drove in another finger.
I lurched off the bed, thinking I might die from how the pleasure felt, how full I felt. Then, ever so slowly, he began to circle inside me, letting me feel all of him, letting me open for him.
I’d never felt more deliriously high with pleasure. I closed my eyes and let myself settle back down, feeling every inch of his fingers, the way the pleasure pooled out in every direction, leading me to feel like I was at his mercy.
And I was all for it.
With time, I found myself moving against his hand, seeking more.
“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Feel good?”
“Yes,” I breathed. “So good.”
He continued his moves until I was trembling on the edge of sanity, seeing colors and stars and the whole damn universe in that moment. When the orgasm hit at last, building over and bursting out like an eruption in the most carnal sense, I cried out, my body clenching around his fingers as waves of pleasure washed over me.
He left his fingers in there, coaxing out the last of my orgasm, before he pulled away.
“You good?” he asked, in a soft, pleased growl as he settled over me, his fingers tracing circles on my thighs. I could feel my wetness on them, drying on my skin.
“Never been better,” I smiled, breathlessly. God, I was still reeling.
He nodded and parted my thighs, the gesture itself making me want to submit to whatever he was about to do.
Then, I felt his cock, slapping against me as he positioned himself between my legs.
“We’re going to do this gentle,” he said, leaning down to kiss me. “Same rules apply. We stop when you want.”
“Stop treating me like glass. I swear, sometimes, you suck the fun out of everything.”
“Oh, is that so?” he chuckled, driving his cock into me.
“Fuck!” I howled in bliss. He was so much bigger, so much thicker, compared to his fingers. If I thought I felt full earlier, well, I was damned now.
He entered me slowly, giving me time to adjust to the stretch and burn. There was pain, but less than I had feared, eased by how wet I already was and how careful he remained.
When he was fully seated inside me, he brought his forehead to rest against mine, his breathing ragged. “Are you okay?”
“I’m okay,” I said, wrapping my legs around his waist to draw him deeper. “Don’t stop.”
He began to move in slow, deep thrusts that gradually built in speed as my body relaxed and accepted him. He gripped my hips, holding me in place as he drove in deeper, then harder. I closed my eyes, let the sensation of him pounding me, over and over, hitting that perfect sweet spot, wash over me.
Soon, I was meeting him thrust for thrust. The bed beneath us rocked and screeched, the headrest slamming against the wall. It was rougher and full of sensations I couldn’t put names to.
I went down into myself, felt that spark come to life between my legs, felt it thread out up and down, left and right. The next thing I knew, I was a convulsing mess, my legs trembling, hands digging into sheets.
“That’s it, baby.” Arko’s grip on my thighs tightened, and I squealed as I finally erupted into waves of pleasure so strong that the world brightened and twisted like magic with stars shooting in my vision.
Arko held on, let me pulse around him, before I felt that final thrust. He grunted, deep inside me, his entire body rock hard, and then I felt his warm, smooth cum drip down my legs. We stayed like that a while, catching our breaths, until at last, Arko pulled away and took me into his arms.
We lay tangled together as our breathing slowed, my head resting on his chest, his arms wrapped around me. I felt him press a kiss to the top of my head and murmur a soft, sweet good night.
We hadn’t had dinner, but I didn’t care. I was full…on him, on life, on sex.
Sleep claimed me before I could think about anything other than how perfect tonight had been. I drifted off to the steady beat of his heart beneath my ear, feeling safe and sated and, for the first time in weeks, at peace.
I woke hours later only to find Arko still asleep, still holding me tight and close.
