His hand slid between us.Fingers finding where I was already wet, already aching for him.He knew my body by now, knew exactly where to touch, exactly how much pressure I needed.But tonight felt different.Tonight his fingers weren’t the destination.They were preparation for something more.
“That’s it,” he murmured against my throat.His fingers slid through my slick folds, circling but not entering.“Just feel.Just let me make you feel good.”
One finger slipped inside me.Then two.A familiar stretch now, but tonight it only made me ache for more.When he crooked them just right, pressing against that spot he’d found so many times before, I saw stars.
“Oh.”The word came out broken.“Oh, that’s?—”
“I know.”He was smiling against my skin, I could feel it.“You’re so wet for me, malyshka.So ready.You’re going to take my cock so well.”
The crude word made me clench around his fingers.He noticed, because of course he did, and his smile turned wicked against my throat.
“You like that?You like when I tell you what I’m going to do to you?”
I nodded, beyond words, beyond thought.His fingers were still moving, still stroking that spot inside me, and the pressure was building like a storm about to break.
“I’m going to slide inside you so slowly.”His voice was sin itself, low and rough and promising things I couldn’t imagine.“You’re going to stretch around me until it feels like you’ll break and you’ll take every inch.And then I’m going to fuck you until you can’t remember your own name.Until the only word left in your head is my name.”
The orgasm hit me without warning.My back arched, my toes curled, and I cried out his name as pleasure crashed through me in waves.He worked me through it, his fingers gentling but not stopping, drawing out every last tremor until I was boneless and gasping beneath him.
“Beautiful.”The word sounded different now.Rougher.Hungrier.“Now you’re ready.”
I felt the head of his cock press against my entrance.Hot and thick and impossibly large.I tensed despite myself, and he paused, waiting.
“Look at me,” he said.
I did.His eyes caught the firelight, and for a second they seemed to glow, amber instead of gray.A trick of the light.Must have been a trick of the light.
“Breathe, malyshka.I’ve got you.”
I breathed.And he pushed inside.
The stretch burned.Even wet, even relaxed from the orgasm that had left me loose and pliant, it burned.He was bigger than his fingers, bigger than I’d imagined, and my body clenched around him involuntarily, trying to push him out even as I wanted to pull him deeper.
“Fuck.”The word was a groan, ripped from somewhere deep in his chest.“You’re so tight.So fucking tight.Just relax.Let me in.”
He held still, buried halfway inside me, his forehead pressed to mine.His breath came in ragged gasps, and I could feel the tension vibrating through him, the effort it was taking not to move.Sweat beaded on his skin.His scent had changed, gone darker, muskier.More animal.
I forced myself to relax.To breathe through the burn.To remember that I wanted this, that I’d asked for this, that this was exactly where I was supposed to be.
Slowly, the pain faded.The burn transformed into something else.Fullness.Completion.Like I’d been missing a piece of myself that I hadn’t known was gone.
“More,” I whispered.
He groaned and pushed the rest of the way in.
The sensation was indescribable.Him, inside me, filling me completely.His hips flush against mine, his weight pressing me into the mattress, his breath hot against my neck.We were as close as two people could possibly be, and it still didn’t feel like enough.
“Okay?”he asked, the word strained.
“Yes.”I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper, feeling the shift of him inside me.“Please, Raphael.Move.”
He did.
Slowly at first.Long, careful strokes that let me feel every inch of him dragging against my inner walls.The friction was exquisite, pleasure building again already, coiling tighter with every thrust.I could hear the wet sounds of our bodies moving together, could smell sex and sweat and him, and it should have been embarrassing but instead it just made me wetter.
And then he started moving faster.
His control frayed and then snapped completely.The careful lover disappeared, replaced by something raw and primal and hungry.His hips slammed into mine, the headboard hitting the wall with every thrust, and I couldn’t do anything but hold on and try to breathe.
