"A little," I say. Honest, because he told me to be honest, and because I think he'd know if I lied.
"A little isn't no."
"A little isn't stop, either."
A pause. I feel his breath against me, warm and unsteady. Then he presses his mouth to the inside of my thigh. A kiss. Gentle. The kind that asks a question.
"I want you," I say. "I want you to—" I hesitate. Saying it out loud in the dark to a man whose face I can barely see feels like stepping off something high. "I want you to take control. I want to feel you lose control with me."
The silence that follows is thick.
Then he moves. Fast. Faster than I expect from someone that large. He's over me in one motion, his forearms braced on either side of my head, his body covering mine completely. The weight of him, I feel it everywhere and it should feel like being trapped but it doesn't. It feels like being held down by something safe.
His mouth finds mine. I taste myself on his lips and my stomach flips as he kisses me deeply, thoroughly, with a kind of slow possession that makes my toes curl against the sheets.
He pulls back. I can feel him hard against my thigh. Hot and insistent.
"If it hurts," he says, "you tell me. Immediately. Not after. Not through it. The second it hurts."
"Yes."
"Promise me."
"I promise."
He lifts himself back onto his haunches, pulling the duvet up and away with him as he flicks on the lamp on the bedside table. Then he takes each of my knees in each of his hands and pulls them up and back until I’m completely spread in front of him.
He groans, then lowers his mouth, licking and sucking and teasing me, working me to the edge again before pulling away from me.
Then he presses the head of his cock against my entrance, smooths it up and down before sliding it in. Then he goes back to holding my knees apart.
“You’re perfect, printsessa,” he says, the name taking me back to last night. How we both lost ourselves in each other.
He pulls me closer to him by my hips, sliding into me until he bottoms out with a grunt.
“Now I can see how well your pussy takes me, how deep you take me.” He slides us both faster, his hips moving in time with how he pushes and pulls me. “Printsessa, you look so beautiful with your tits bouncing like that.” His words have turned breathy, his eyes flicking between my face, my breasts and my pussy, which I can only imagine looks stretched out and desperate right now. He groans, long and hard, “fuck, you’realready trying to milk me,” he says and I think I understand what he means.
The closer I get to falling apart, the more I can feel myself tighten around him, clamping onto him with each of his thrusts.
He lifts his hand to his mouth, licking his index and middle finger, which he then brings down to my clit and rubs in time with his thrusts.
“Fall apart on my cock, Printsessa,” he grunts. “Show me who owns this perfect pussy.”
Between the pressure building from the fullness of him inside me, his fingers against my clit and his words, I shatter.
Each pulse of pleasure rolls through me, making my body arch and bow with each wave.
His words of praise reach me through my screams. Spurring me on as I come apart on him.
“I want to come all over this pussy,” he says from between gritted teeth while I’m trying to steady myself between the aftershocks of the orgasm. “I want to cover you in my cum and make you wear it all day.”
He stills, and I think this is it, but then I realize he is just pulling back his control.
“Not yet,” he says, stroking his hands up my body, squeezing my breasts. “Not yet.”
He pulls out slowly and rolls me onto my stomach, spreading my legs once again and tapping my ass lightly. “Perfect,” he mumbles. Then his body is over mine and he is sliding inside me once again, impossibly deeper.
“I will claim your pussy properly, but right now my balls are so full for you, that I need to fill you properly. Deeply. So fucking full that you drip with me for days.”
