He suddenly freezes, his eyes flick to my face. “Are you…?” The question trails off.
“I’ve never done this before,” I say, answering what he can’t bring himself to ask. “Not like this.” A tear falls free before I can stop it, and I wipe it away quickly.
A storm of emotion crosses his face… anger, hurt, understanding settling in, and beneath it all a fury so deep it looks ready to destroy everything in its path.
“Me neither,” he says at last.
The words stun me, but he doesn’t give me time to dwell on them. He closes the distance again, kissing me as he pushes forward once more, filling me completely.
We keep kissing as he starts to move, his thrusts slow. There are tears on our cheeks now, and I can’t tell where mine end and his begin.
“Does it hurt?” he asks. “Tell me if it’s too much and I’ll stop.”
“Don’t you dare stop,” I snap.
A deep laugh rumbles from him, stripped of humour.
He moves slowly, easing in, then drawing back, his rhythm steady. The pain gradually dulls, replaced by a different sensation, one that starts to feel better with every thrust.
His pace quickens, and I clench around him. One hand slides to my throat, squeezing lightly, while his tongue claims my mouth. His other hand slips between my legs, pinching my clit, sending me over the edge.
“Come for me,” he growls, his thrusts turning erratic. “Come all over my cock. Let me have it all.”
I tighten around him and let go, the consuming orgasm washes over me.
He follows a moment later, only a few more thrusts before he empties himself inside me with a groan.
“Fucking hell, gorgeous.”
We stay like that for a while, him pressed over me, both of us breathless.
He eventually pulls back slowly, watching as he withdraws, his expression dark and possessive.
Suddenly, he drives back in one last time, and a moan slips from me.
“I’d fuck you again right the fuck now,” he says roughly. “But I know you must be hurting.”
He pulls out fully this time, leans down to kiss me again, then gets up from the bed.
“I’ll run a bath,” he says, heading off with a satisfied smile on his face… one I can’t help but return.
It doesn’t take long before he comes back. He lifts me easily, bridal style, and carries me to the bathroom.
“I can walk,” I say.
He grunts but doesn’t answer, doesn’t put me down either.
He lowers me into the bath instead, then settles in behind me so I’m resting against his chest.
I feel his cock twitch against my back as his hands drift to my nipples.
“Ready for round two already?” I laugh.
“I was ready the second I came inside your tight pussy.”
“Insatiable.”
“For you,” he says. “Absolutely.”
