My brows dip in confusion, and my heart stutters for a moment too long.
Noticing my bewilderment, he explains, “For the first time in my life, I’m going to make love to the woman I’m in love with. Nice and slow. Although I’m not sure I’ll be able to hold back.”
“Then don’t. Please give it to me hard, Leon. Forget slow.”
He slides forward without hesitation, gliding his thick cock between my swollen folds. I cup his face, brushing my thumb against his fuzzy beard, staring deep into his green gems I know every shade and detail of.
He teases the head of his cock around my wet entrance, and I buck my hips in response, letting him know I’m ready.
“I’m on birth control, and I’m clean.”
“Shit,” he hisses. “I was too lost in the moment to even ask,” he says, and I chuckle at how boyish he can be sometimes. It’s the guy I fell in love with.
Breaking eye contact, he bows his head, unmoving, hesitating, then releases a sound that makes him seem as if he’s in pain.
“Talk to me, Leon,” I urge, gently placing my finger under his chin and lifting it so we are face to face.
His frown lines deepen as he admits, “I might come the minute I’m inside you, Erika.”
I press my finger to his lips to quiet him and tilt my hips, grabbing his ass, guiding the tip of his cock inside of me. “Stop worrying. Just feel.”
His eyes stay on me as he pushes in slightly, then slowly pulls out. Moving again, he pushes further and holds there, gazing at me as if he can’t believe we’re crossing into this forbidden territory that feels so right. He moves back and forth, still taking his time. Throughout, his thumb brushes gently across my temple while his eyes remain fixed on mine, my jaw slack, as the pleasure shoots through me, awakening all my senses.
“Okay?” he asks softly.
“Yeah,” I reply breathlessly, nodding with a reassuring smile; the significance of what we’re doing isn’t lost on me because this isn’t just anyone. This is him; my best friend. My soulmate.
We stare deeply into each other’s eyes as he pushes himself into my body inch by slow inch, his pupils dilate, his irises three shades darker as the intensity increases.
This time, I count his piercings as he enters me,one… two...
He leans back slightly, the dim lighting from the fire highlighting the dips and defined curves of his muscles as he tenses and flexes. He’s so gorgeous.
An Adonis.
“Give it to me, Leon. Stop holding back.” I’m done waiting.
These are obviously the words he’s been eager to hear as he slams into me, giving me what I asked for.
Three.
“Leon.” My back arches off the floor, pushing him further into me, and a needy plea leaves my lips. “Fuck me.”
Everything he does sends sparks of pleasure deep into my core. It’s as if our honesty was what we needed to ignite the flames that have been flickering between us.
Fully inside of me, he holds himself still, allowing me to adjust to his thick length. There’s a tiny stinging sensation at first, but when he starts to move, the pain turns to pleasure, and I melt into him, our bodies becoming one as I touch, lick, kiss any part of him I can reach.
His piercings drag inside me, and I gasp at how good they feel: one grazing my G-spot, while the other does something that makes me howl like a wolf on a full moon. And the one that’s pierced just above his balls slaps off my pussy, making everything feel ten times more sensitive.
I moan as he thrusts his hips into mine, my inner walls tightening around his cock. “You’re so big.” I swear he’s trying to bruise my cervix.
“Fuck, I’m going to come too soon if your tight pussy keeps doing that,” he mutters, squeezing his eyes shut as a deep groan leaves the back of his throat. “You feel so fucking good.” His voice takes on a low, delicious tone that makes my pussy clench again as his mouth finds my ear. “Are you my good girl?”
“Yes,” I hiss between clenched teeth, my nails digging into the flesh of his ass.
His voice cuts through the room like a blade. “Say you’re my good girl. Louder.”
“I’m your good girl,” I shout at the top of my lungs, the words tearing out of me.
