She reaches between us, her palm wrapping around my shaft, and my eyes clench shut. Pressure builds at the base of my spine, and I whimper into her mouth, but she doesn’t stop; she just strokes me lazily to the tip and back down.
“Ad-Adhira,” I moan her name, breaking our kiss as she lines the head of my cock up with her entrance.
“Yes?” she asks, one brow raised, fire dancing in her eyes. “Are you going to keep torturing us both, or can I expect to be filled up soon?”
“Jesus, woman,” I groan out, dropping my forehead to hers. “Slow down or I won’t make it an inch inside you before I come.”
“If that happens, we’ll just do it again later. No big deal,” she says with such nonchalance, as though she truly believes that we have forever and an endless number of do-overs. When my gaze meets hers, I realise that’s exactly what she thinks.
It gives me the final push I need to take control and do what my body has been begging me to since the very first time I made myself come to the thought of her.
“What’s off-limits, Adhira?” I ask, sucking in a breath to calm my racing heart.
“Nothing. If there’s anything I don’t like, I’ll tell you—and you do the same, okay?”
“Yes, ma’am,” I tell her, dipping my chin and sucking one of her nipples into my mouth. She cries out, back arching, nudging me even closer to the place I’m so desperate to be.
I swirl my tongue over the tight bud, releasing it only to drag my lips over her chest, nipping the delicate bronze skin, sucking on the tender flesh beneath her ear until I’m certain it’ll leave a mark.Mymark, marring her exquisite, scarred, bruised flesh. But among all the perfect imperfections that remain as a testament to her resilience, this one is just for us.
Reaching between us, I nudge her hand away and take its place, stroking myself twice. I sit back, giving myself room to see the entire moment play out. Swiping my cock through her slickness, I relish the way she bucks against me as I press on her clit for just a beat before lining the head of my cock up at her entrance. It’s dripping with beads of precum, and a carnal,primal part of my brain that’s never been activated before suddenly switches on, begging for my arousal to fill her up, mixing with her own.
“You ready?” I ask, panting. Her pussy is plump and swollen from how many times she’s already come for me today, her arousal coating her labia and inner thighs, sending my mind into a tailspin.
“P–please,” she begs, and it takes everything in me not to fully seat myself inside her.
“I–I’m gonna go slow, baby.” A guttural groan climbs my throat as I press into her, the head of my dick disappearing between her glistening folds, and the way her inner walls hug me is enough for me to explode inside her.
“I don’t care what you do, so long as you’re inside me,” she whines, palms slipping down my chest as she peers down to watch where we’re connected. “Fuck, why is that so bloody hot?” she rasps out, glancing up at me as if I have half a brain cell left to answer.
So instead of a verbal response—something I fear I may be incapable of for a long while—I press deeper into her. We groan together as I push another two inches inside, her walls contracting around me, tears pricking the backs of my eyes with how impossibly good it feels.
I lower myself over her and grab a cushion from the coffee table, sliding it beneath her hips as best I can to make the last few inches easier for her.
“Someone’s been doing their research,” she murmurs, tugging me closer.
I press my mouth to her shoulder, smiling against her skin. “I’m losing my virginity with the woman I plan to spend the rest of forever with. I figured I’d better do a damn good job,” I admit with a chuckle.
Her breath hitches, either at my words or the extra length I push inside her; I’m not sure.
“S-surely that’s all of you, right?” She’s breathless and stunning, rolling her hips as she adjusts to my size, every movement filling me with an incandescent need that zips up my spine.
“N-not quite,” I murmur, my lips coasting over the shell of her ear. “Almost there, baby.”
She makes a frustrated noise, slides her hands down my back, and grips my ass tight, pulling me into her until I’m fully seated inside. “Oh,fuck.Baby, you feel incredible,” I whimper, desperate to move but terrified that if I do, I’ll lose myself to this feeling spreading throughout my limbs.
“Move, Elijah.Please, just move. I need to feel more of you.”
I nod, pressing my forehead to hers as I pull out just an inch at a time before taking tentative strokes. The pleasure is far beyond anything I’ve ever felt before—a fucking sob threatens to climb my throat.
“More,” she grits out. She slides a hand between us, applying pressure to her clit, and the moan she releases when I pull almost all the way out, quickly sliding back in, tells me everything I need to know about what she wants from me.
I bracket her head with my hands, rocking in and out of her, cataloguing every moan. I learn that she loves it when I fuck her hard and fast, only to slide almost entirely out of her, giving her greedy little cunt nothing but shallow strokes as she clenches around me. Her eyes roll back when I slide all the way inside, thrusting so the head of my cock rubs against her G-spot.
“I’m about to—” She groans, pushing against my chest until our roles are reversed and she’s straddling me, my cock never leaving her.
“God, you look stunning, love.”
She braces her hands on my chest and slides up and down my shaft, her tits bouncing with the movement.
