I mean to hold her gaze as I enter her, but when I feel her thighs pulling back from mine, opening for me, I can’t help sitting back on my heels and looking down. I can’t resist tracing my fingers one more time along her slit—dipping them in, just barely, for a taste of what’s waiting for me.
I spread her lips and watch as the head of my cock slides inside. She keens at the stretch and I withdraw, anchoring my hands at the backs of her thighs, under her knees, holding them down. I push back in, just as slowly, and watch her open around me.
“Oh god—fuck, like that.”
My fingers dig into her legs in response. I pulse my hips, thrusting in that same shallow way—forcing her to spread around the tip over and over. I felt with my finger that her g-spot is low, close to her entrance. As I give her just a bit more length, I know the flared base of my head is rubbing over it.
“Oh my god…that’s—it’s—oh fuck?—”
Her eyes are squeezed shut, and her hands are pressing against my stomach. Holding me back, keeping me in place, as I drive hard against her inner wall over and over.
“Oh, fuck, Dimitri, don’t stop?—”
She doesn’t need to worry. I know exactly what I’m doing. Fucking her like no one else would ever think to fuck her—with my cock barely inside her. It takes all of my control not to slide home deep into her perfect tight, wet cunt, but this isn’t about me. This is abouther.
And that’s exactly what I see in her eyes when they fly open. When she watches in open-mouthed shock as I push her over the edge with less than half of what I have to give her. Her legs push against my hands, and I let go. I let her move beneath me exactly how she needs to ride the waves of pleasure. She’s pulsing around me, again and again, and the bottom edge of her slit is pressing against the underside of my head on every one. Andthat. I hadn’t accounted for that.
“Fuck,” I bite out.
I’d thought to tease her a bit more before giving her the rest, but I can’t stay like this. And the thought of pulling out is too painful to even consider. So I push into her with the aftershocks still rippling around me, and she cries out again. I bottom out inside, and her eyes find mine as her hips come flush with her thighs.
I wonder if she can see it on my face as my mouth falls open. I wonder if she knows that she feels like… likeeverything.
I think she might know when she yanks my arms out from under me and my weight falls on top of her. I think she has an idea when she puts both hands on my jaw and kisses me like her life depends on it. I think there’s no possible way she doesn’t know when I roll my hips and groan into her mouth.
Her hands find my back as I start to move, and she holds me tight to her chest. But I break the kiss as I begin to search. There is one more spot I need to find. Because while I don’t know how many men she’s been with (and I don’twantto know), I want to be thelastone she ever will be. Once I find this spot, it’ll be her downfall.
I look for it in the crease of her brow. I listen for it in the space between her breaths. I feel for it in the dig of her nails across my skin.
And when I find it, I know it’s over. I pound against it, again and again, and I nearly laugh when she realizes it after I do.
“Oh, fuck, right there!”
“You like that?” I ask, fighting the smirk on my lips.
“Yes, fuck, yes, yes.”
“How does it feel?” I don’t know why I ask that. I know it’s good.
“So fucking good. Your cock…”
My cock? What about it? Suddenly I’m desperate to know.
“Tell me how it feels,” I demand.
She gasps. “Oh god, it’s so…big.”
Fuck yes. Now I’mdefinitelysmirking.
“So deep, so full,” she moans.
“That’s right,” I snarl. “Take it.”
“Want to feel you…”
“Yes, feel it.”
“… come inside me.”
