“Please, what?” I circle her clit with my thumb, watching her squirm. “Tell me what you want.”
“You. I want you. All of you.”
I withdraw my fingers, and she whimpers at the loss. I stand to remove my pants and boxers, watching her eyes drop to my cock—hard, aching, already leaking at the tip. She’s seen it before, touched it before, but the way she looks at me now is different. There’s anticipation mixed with desire. A hint of nervousness.
“We don’t have to,” I say, giving her one last out. “If you’re not ready—”
“I’m ready.” Her voice is steadier than I expected. “I want this. I want you.”
I crawl back over her, settling between her thighs. The tip of my cock grazes her entrance, and we both shudder. Her hands come to my shoulders, gripping tight.
“It might hurt,” I warn her, brushing hair from her face. “I’ll go slow. But you need to tell me if it’s too much.”
She nods, her breath coming faster. “I trust you.”
I reach between us, positioning myself at her entrance. Slowly, I push forward, just the tip entering her. She tenses, her fingers digging into my skin.
“Breathe, baby,” I murmur against her lips. “Relax for me.”
She lets out a shaky breath, and I feel her body soften slightly. I push deeper, inch by inch, watching her face for any sign of real pain. Her brow furrows, her teeth catching her bottom lip.
“You okay?” I ask, jaw tightening against the need to thrust hard.
“Yeah, just…full,” she says with a strained smile. “Keep going.”
I push deeper still, and then I’m fully seated inside her—surrounded by her tight, wet heat. It takes every ounce of control I have not to move.
“God, you're so tight,” I groan, my forehead dropping to hers. “You feel incredible.”
We stay like that for a moment, both of us breathing hard, letting her body adjust. Then she shifts her hips experimentally, and we both moan.
“Dmitri,” she whispers. “Move. Please.”
I don’t need to be told twice.
I start slow, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. She gasps, her nails raking down my back. I set a steady rhythm, watching her face transform from discomfort to something else—something hungry.
“More,” she breathes. “Faster.”
The command snaps something loose inside me.
I grip her hips and increase my pace, driving into her harder. She cries out, her back arching off the bed, and the sound goes straight to my cock. I lean down to capture her mouth in a bruising kiss, swallowing her moans as I thrust deeper, faster.
“You feel so fucking good,” I growl against her lips. “Like you were made for me.”
Her hands slide down my back to my ass, pulling me harder into her. “Don’t stop—God, please don’t stop—”
I hike one of her legs higher around my waist, changing the angle, and she screams. I’ve found that spot inside her—the one that made her fall apart on my fingers. I hammer into it mercilessly.
“That’s it, baby. Take it. Take all of me.”
Her moans have grown wild, incoherent. Her whole body is trembling beneath me. I can feel her walls starting to flutter around my cock.
I slide my hand between us to find her clit, circling it with my thumb in time with my thrusts.
“Come for me,kukolka,” I command. “Come on my cock like a good girl.”
She shatters with a scream, her pussy clenching so tight around me it’s almost painful. The sensation rips my own orgasm from me without warning. I bury myself deep and let go with a guttural growl, spilling inside her as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me.
