"You're so wet for me," he murmurs, his mouth at my ear. "So ready. Tell me what you need, sweetheart."
"You," I gasp. "I need you inside me. Now. Please."
“Don’t you want me to play first?” His tongue sneaks out and caresses the shell of my ear, and I shiver.
“Next time.” Because yes, there sure will be a next time. “Right now, I need you. I need to feel connected to you.”
Kevin’s gaze softens and heats up all at the same time. Never knew it could be possible, but this man is showing me a world of possibilities.
He reaches for his jeans, pulling out his wallet and retrieving a condom. I watch as he rolls it on, my heart pounding with anticipation.
Then he's back, settling between my thighs, the tip of him pressing against me before dropping his hand to my pussy.
"Look at me," he says softly. He inserts one finger inside me, and I open my eyes, meeting his gaze. He strokes his finger in and out of me, adding a second, making sure I’m ready. When he’s satisfied, he lines his dick to my entrance.
"I love you," he says. "And I'm going to take care of you. Always."
Then he pushes forward, slow and steady, filling me inch by inch.
The sensation is overwhelming—the stretch, the fullness, the intimacy of having him inside me. I gasp, my hands gripping his shoulders.
"Okay?" he asks, his whole body tense with the effort of holding still.
"So okay," I manage. "Keep going."
He pulls back and thrusts forward again, and pleasure sparks through my entire body. He sets a slow, steady rhythm, each stroke deliberate and deep, hitting places inside me that make me see stars.
"God, Steph," he groans. "You feel so good. So perfect."
I wrap my legs around his waist, changing the angle, and we both moan. He picks up the pace, his hips driving into mine with increasing urgency. He drops his mouth and sucks on my nipple, forcing me to cry out.
His hand slides between us again, finding that sensitive bundle of nerves and circling it with his thumb in time with his thrusts.
The pleasure builds and builds, coiling tighter and tighter until I can barely breathe.
"Kevin," I gasp. "I'm close. I'm so close—"
His mouth pops off my breast, and he continues his fast pace of thrusting. "Let go," he murmurs, his voice rough. "I've got you. Let go for me, sweetheart."
His thumb presses harder, his thrusts go deeper, and I shatter.
The orgasm crashes over me in waves, so intense that I can't do anything but hold on to him and ride it out. I cry out his name, my body clenching around him, and he follows me over the edge with a groan.
We collapse together, breathing hard, our bodies still joined. Kevin's weight settles over me, grounding me, and I've never felt safer in my life.
After a moment, he pulls out and disposes of the condom, cleans me with a warm washcloth, then comes back to gather me in his arms. I curl into his side, my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow.
"We will for sure be doing that again." Not sure how to put it into words how I feel.
"Fuck yeah, we will," he agrees, his hand running through my hair.
I giggle and we lie there in comfortable silence for a long moment, just breathing together.
"I didn't know it could be like this," I say, my voice quiet.
"Like what?"
"Safe. And exciting. Both at the same time." I tilt my head up to look at him. "With my ex, it was... He never asked what I wanted. Never checked in. It was always about him. About control." I swallow hard. "I thought that's just what it was. What I had to accept."
