He grabbed a condom from the nightstand drawer, slipped his boxers off, and the noise she made had him pausing as he looked at her.
“I…fuck,” she mumbled. “As part of my rules, I’m going to need you not to split me in half.”
He opened the condom and rolled it down his dick as she watched. “I’ll try,” he responded.
“I can’t tell if you’re teasing me or not,” she replied, searching his eyes.
He was…mostly, but he’d gotten her wet enough to slide in relatively easily, and he’d give her time to adjust.
Elias joined her on the bed, settling between her legs. He grabbed the base of his dick, running it up and down her pussy, pulling a gasp from her when he brushed over her clit. Eri wrapped a leg around his waist, and he slowly pushed in. With each inch he gave her, she arched a bit more, moaned louder until he was finally seated.
He took a steady breath as she engulfed him. Either she was wetter than a tsunami and soaking him through the condom, or it had already broken.Her rules,he reminded himself. If he were a lesser man sliding between her legs, he’d be ready to break every single one of them.
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Eri had asked that he not split her in half, but she wasn’t sure he was succeeding. She felt stretched more than she could have imagined. Maybe it was because she hadn’t been intimate with anyone since the incident. Typically, when she got herself off, it was from clitoral stimulation with her vibrator.
She couldn’t help but arch into him as he bottomed out, her nails subconsciously eating into his back as he gave her every inch. The gasp that left her when he was fully seated wasn’t something she would have been able to stop even if she had wanted to. Not only was he stretching her, but Eri would swear he was touching parts of her he shouldn’t have been able to reach. They were forgotten sensations, or maybe they were new sensations. It’d been so long, she wasn’t sure.It wasn’t unpleasant, and she knew when her body naturally adjusted, there would be nothing but pleasure.
He shifted, sitting up to look at her, and an involuntary whimper pushed past her lips. His pelvis brushed against her already sensitive clit, and Eri wondered if it was possible for her pussy to feel overstimulated when he’d just slipped between her legs.
“Talk to me, Amate,” he requested.
“I…I’m okay.”
Elias searched her eyes before kissing her softly. “I’m going to make you feel better than okay.”
From the way he said it, Eri believed him. From how he’d already catered to her, she knew he meant it, and she didn’t doubt that he could.
She didn’t have time to respond before he kissed her again, leading her tongue the same way he had been, and once more, hers fell pliant, submitted to what he wanted and allowed him to dictate how much she received, how much he took. They might have been following her rules, but Eri knew from the moment he’d told her to look at him while his tongue pleased her pussy, that he would have control even as he followed them.
What felt like minutes ticked by as Elias continued to lead her in the kiss, and he hadn’t moved. Still seated deep inside her. She knew he’d been giving her time to adjust, to relax, but Eri needed him to move. She squeezed around his dick, and he groaned against her lips, but it wasn’t enough to spur him into moving.
“Elias,” she whined against his lips.
“Tell me what you want,” he commanded.
“You know what I want.” Eri squeezed around him again, pulled a moan from him that traveled to her pussy.
He nipped her lower lip. “Say it, Amate.”
“Move, please.” She tightened around him a third time. “Fuck me.”
She’d uttered the magic words as he pulled out slowly, and Eri felt every inch of his dick retreating from her body until only the head remained before he pushed back in just as slowly.
The slide of his dick against her walls had her throwing her head back. It felt like he touched every part of her that could be stimulated. Eri wasn’t sure if that was possible, but damn if it didn’t feel like it.
“None of that. Look at me.” He grabbed another pillow and positioned it behind her. “Open your eyes. Watch me fuck you,” he demanded.
Eri’s eyes fluttered open and locked with his. Immediately, she wanted to close hers back. The unfiltered desire displayed in his eyes was almost overwhelming, but so familiar. It clicked for her. He always looked at her in that way. Always made her feel wanted, and set those butterflies that had built a city in her stomach off. But right then, as she lay under him, she could see just how much he did, and it made her want to look away. Made her feel far too vulnerable.
Elias chose a slow pace. Each steady stroke, pushing her towards a release she hadn’t known would sneak up on her so quickly, but she should have. He delivered each deep stroke with a roll of his hips. Each one pushed a moan past Eri’s lips.
The sound of her pleasure surrounded them as he watched her, like he didn’t want to miss a sound or the smallest change in her features as he fucked her, and Eri was sure he didn’t. But she was having trouble breathing under that intense gaze, focusing on anything other than what she thought he might have been seeing.
Eri felt her chest tightening at the same time as pleasure concentrated in her stomach and coiled tight. The feeling shehad was almost indescribable, like she was surging towards the ground and would shatter when she hit it.
Then her orgasm overtook her, and Eri threw her head back, eyes closing, no longer able to look into his, as tears slowly fell from hers. The hitched breath she released had Elias stilling. She wasn’t sure what she suspected he’d do next, but it hadn’t been for him to kiss away her tears, for his thumb to gently stroke over her cheek.
