“Oh my god, that’s—” My words disappear into a moan as a finger slips inside, gently applying pressure.
“You’d let me do anything, wouldn’t you?” He’s working me open with slow, deliberate strokes, readying me. “You trust me that much, don’t you?”
“Y-yes,” I stutter in reply.
He rewards me with a second finger. The stretch burns in a way that makes my thighs shake.
“I can’t wait to fuck you here,” Nathaniel admits, those fingers beginning to thrust now in slow, twisting motions that make my vision blur. “I’ve fantasized about it more times than I care to admit…being the first, andonly, man to come inside you here.”
I give him a breathless smile over my shoulder. “Yes, please.”
“You’re perfect,” he breathes, pumping his fingers harder, sending frissons of delight scurrying across my skin. “The only woman for me.”
He reaches over and covers his hand over mine between my thighs. “Now be my good girl and keep playing with that pussy.”
Then the crown of himthere. I feel the first pass of his tip against my entrance, a grazing pass with just light pressure.
“Breathe, baby,” he soothes as he makes another pass, pressing in this time against the prepared opening, then pulling back.
I’m tensing up and I don’t even know why. I want this, I know I do. And I want it withhim. So I tell myself to relax, that I’m safe with Nathaniel and healwaystakes care of me.
On my next inhale, he’s pressing forward. The pressure blooms sharp and stretching, forcing a cry from my throat, and he immediately stills, hands tightening on my hips.
“Good girl. You’re doing so well.” He coaxes through clenched teeth as he gives me time to adjust.
“Oh god…” I gasp, squeezing my eyes shut.
He feels huge and demanding, and it’s only the fact that he’s told me to keep rubbing my clit that my body relaxes.
“You can take me, Olivia,” he says, being so gentle as he continues to push. “You were made for me.”
We both feel it the moment his thick head is past the ring of resistance, and he slowly works his way deeper. A shock runs through me. And then heat. Fullness. Sensation.
“Fuck,” I whisper, my fingers flying over my clit as I will myself to stay pliant for him even through the burn.
Nathaniel palms my ass cheeks, spreading them as far apart as they’ll go. His fingers trace the place where I’m stretched around his erection and he lets out a husky groan, clearly pleased by the sight.
Then, he slides all the way in and my mind empties completely. I’m whining, whimpering, incapable of focusing on anything except how much ithurtsbut then…it gives way to pleasure.
“That’s it, there she is.” Nathaniel’s voice is strained like he’s barely holding on. “Fuck, that’s my girl. My beautiful girl.” His praise washes over me, and before long, he’s starting to shift his hips more and more. He pulls out to the tip and pushes back in all the way now, so deeply that I can feel his testicles against my pussy. We both moan in unison. There are no more words, all there is left to do is to simplyfeel.
We lose ourselves more and more to the pleasure our bodies are finding together with each gentle roll of his hips. He’s so careful with me, every stroke deliberate, cherishing me through each second that our bodies stay joined.
“Baby, I can’t hold out much longer.” Nathaniel pants. “You’re gripping me so tight… It’s too good.” I feel the moment his cock swells and his thrusts become erratic.
“Yes, please Nate, give it to me.” I’m right there with him, my fingers frantically rubbing quick, tight little circles because I’m so, so close.
His knuckles turn white as he flexes his hand into a fist against the glass, his other hand digging into my hip, fingertips sure to leave their mark.
Bending over me, his mouth meets the crook of my neck. “I love you so fucking much, Olivia.”
The words hit harder than the thrust that follows.No onehas ever loved me more than my Nathaniel has, and the force of that realization is what allows the blinding orgasm to rip through me, writhing into the glass as he drives into me over and over.
He can’t manage proper thrusts anymore, but he drags his movements out anyway, like he doesn’t want this to end. I lean against the window patiently, relishing every second of it—being used, being wanted, beinghis.It all merges into a contented, indistinguishable hum reverberating inside my body.
His pleasure renders him speechless, as his hands grip my breasts and teeth sink into my neck and then, finally, his thick length jerks and pulsing jets of cum fill me as he thrusts forward and then stills.
It is done. Every part of me has been surrendered to him.
