He fists his cock, and I know I shouldn’t look, but I do. His manhood is hard, thick, and to be honest, a little scary. “Please… go slow.”
He stops and looks at me. “Baby, I won’t hurt you.”
I nod, and he lines himself up at my entrance. Slowly, he enters me, and the whole time he’s watching my face. I don’t dare flinch or frown in pain for fear that he may stop.
He groans, and his body trembles. “You’re so fuckin’ tight, Luna. You’re ready for me. You’re soaked, baby.”
He slowly enters me and grunts. “You’re sucking me in. You want this, don’t you?”
He gets a few more inches in, and I whimper. My eyes close as I savor the feeling, but he stops suddenly. “Eyes on me. I need you to look at me.”
I open my eyes and look into his black orbs. Watching him take me is intense. I watch all the emotions on his face, and it brings me a comfort like nothing I’ve felt before.
My hands go to his shoulders. I lift my legs, wanting him deeper, heck, as deep as he can go. “Don’t stop,” I beg him.
He groans and slides the rest of the way in, impaling me.
When he’s all the way in, he stops and waits for me to adjust.
I start to move first, and it’s like it strikes a match because soon he’s thrusting in and out of me. He’s cooing my name, telling me how beautiful and perfect I am. He’s not just having sex with me. This is something way more intense.
And the whole time, he’s looking into my eyes, and it’s like something unseen wraps around us, binding us together. The moment feels bigger than both of us, and a tear breaks free and trails down my face.
He slows his strokes. “You okay?”
I nod, not the least bit embarrassed. “This is just… I dunno… do you feel it?”
He nods and leans down to kiss me. “Yeah, honey, I feel it too. Come with me. Can you do that for me? And then I’m going to hold you the rest of the night.”
I want to come again for him, but I don’t know if I can. “I don’t think?—”
He takes it like it’s a challenge. He reaches between us and strokes my sensitive clit. It takes no time before the orgasm takes over, even more intense this go around.
He grunts his release, and I feel him twitching as he shoots his seed deep inside me.
He falls forward to his elbows, hovering over me, but I want to feel him against me.
I practically pull him down to settle his weight over me, and it’s not until we’re flush against each other that I breathe easier.
He rolls to his back, taking me with him so I’m sprawled out over his body.
My head is resting on his chest, and the fast thumping of his heart is right under my cheek.
Lost for words, I just lie here, not sure what to do next.
Truth is, I want to lie here and revel in the feeling, but another part of me wants to get up and run. This feels too big now, and I can see myself getting hurt.
His arms wrap around me like he’s heard my thoughts. “Luna.”
I trace my finger along his tattooed arm. “Maybe I should go.”
He chuckles. “You’re not going anywhere.”
I lift my head to look at him. “That was…”
He strokes my cheek softly. “Everything.” He sounds almost choked up. “That was everything, Luna.”
His words have a calming effect. Maybe this isn’t just one-sided. Maybe something could come of this, but I don’t want to talk about it now. The night isn’t over, and I’m not ready for it to end anyway. “Cole, I wanna stay tonight.”
