“My cock’s a lot bigger than these. You realize that, love?” The fingers disappear inside her fully, which makes her cry out softly.
“I’ll take it. I promise I’ll take it.”
“What a good girl you are. Relax for me, love,” I whisper, stretching her wider by spreading my fingers apart. “That’s it. You really want my cock in there, red. You’re working so hard for it.”
She moans, arching against my hand to get more.
“You think you’re ready for it?”
“Yes.”
“I think you are, too.”
I let go of her, and after a quick cleanup with a wipe, I take the lube and spread a generous dose of it on the relaxed ring. Then I squeeze a line on my cock, and spread it all over the length.
She complies when I pull her up on the bed. I sit down with my back against the headboard and bring her on top of me, straddling me again but with her front to mine this time.
“We’ll do it like this, love. You’re in charge, you take your time, and you don’t force it, alright?”
She nods, visibly nervous, and I do the only thing I can think of to distract her. We kiss in a manner that is both tender and lustful until she’s writhing on top of me, her fingers clutching the short hair on the back of my head.
While she’s distracted, I reach for my cock between us and align it with the tautness of her arse. I don’t have to give her any more encouragement or reassuring words, it seems, because she immediately pushes back against the tip. “That’s it, red. Open up, take my big cock.”
I’m almost taken by surprise when the head fully slips past the recalcitrant muscle. “Fuck, you feel so good, love. So snug and hot.”
A shy roll of her hips makes her sink lower, and we both let out a small moan. “Does it feel good for you too, red?”
“Yes, I feel so full.”
“There’s a lot more of me left, baby.”
“I know, just…”
Up and down she goes, and another inch of me disappears in her. Fuck, she’s doing great. I’m closely monitoring her focused expression, making sure she’s not hurting herself on me. There’s some discomfort on her heated features, but pleasure seems to drown out everything else.
“Stay relaxed, love, and everything will be fine.”
My hands graze a languorous path down her back as she writhes her hips slowly, taking barely more of me every time she lowers. With my palms full of her bum, I bring her closer to me so the wet expanse of her pussy is pressed on my lower abdomen.
“Do it like this,” I softly suggest, using my hold on her to bring her up and down. Her slick center drags against me, stimulating her clit on my lower abs.
I let her lead, like I promised, regardless of how much I want to push inside her tautness. The ring of her arsehole is choking my cock, and since she can’t take much yet, it’s the sensitive head that’s enduring most of it. But I’m so focused on her that I don’t even think of how fucking good she feels.
When she takes my lips, I eagerly comply, distracting her the best I can with our kiss. She’s rubbing herself on me to seek pleasure, bouncing up and down and swaying her hips from front to back. We kiss, and we fuck, or rather she fucks me, and I get lost in time enjoying her, completely entranced by her scent, the softness of her skin, the greed of her tongue, the raspiness of her moans… She’s a goddess, and a mere mortal like me doesn’t deserve her perfection.
She’s the one ripping herself away from me first, moaning my name in a way that makes my cock throb.
“You’re doing so good, red. Sofuckinggood.”
My words seem to trigger a need to please me even more, and she takes a whole other inch inside her. She whimpers helplessly, and her forehead comes to my shoulder. “No, look at me,” I demand, craving the connection.
When she does, still keeping up with her careful momentum, I notice that her eyebrows are twisted with what resembles pain. “Does it hurt?”
She adamantly shakes her head. “There’s a stretch, but I like it.”
“Of course you do, my naughty, naughty girl.”
I let go of her bum and palm one of her tits instead. Her nails dig into the skin of my shoulder when I take its rosy tip in my mouth. I play with it the way she likes it, sucking, licking, biting… Her momentum gains in assurance, and she’s soon riding me as if I were in her pussy, still grinding her clit on me with every thrust.
