“Holy shit,” I breathed, my free hand gripping the sheets. “You’re so big.”
“Almost there,” he promised, and I could hear the strain in his voice, see the tension in his shoulders. He was holding himself back, giving me what I needed even though everything in him probably wanted to just thrust home.
When he finally bottomed out, fully seated inside me, we both went still. I felt impossibly full, stretched beyond what I thought possible, and the pressure against my prostate was making my neglected cock throb.
“How do you feel?” he asked, his thumb rubbing circles on the back of my hand.
“Full,” I managed. “Really fucking full. But... good. It’s good.”
Relief flooded his features, and he leaned down to kiss me. “Can I move?”
“Yeah,” I said, even though I wasn’t entirely sure. “Just... slow.”
He pulled back carefully, then pushed back in, and the drag of his cock against my inner walls sent sparks shooting up myspine. I moaned into his mouth, my legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Nick, you feel incredible. So tight and hot and perfect.”
He set a slow rhythm, each thrust deliberate and controlled. The burn was fading now, replaced by a building pleasure that was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. Every time he pushed back in, he hit that spot inside me that made my toes curl.
“Harder,” I gasped, surprised by my own words. “I can take it.”
His control slipped slightly, his next thrust harder, deeper. I cried out, my back arching off the bed, and he took that as encouragement. His pace increased, still careful but with more force behind each movement.
“God, look at you,” he breathed, his eyes roaming over me. “Taking my cock so well, just like a good husband should.”
His words made me clench around him, and he cursed, his hips stuttering. One of his hands wrapped around my cock, stroking in time with his thrusts, and the dual sensation was overwhelming.
“Dante,” I gasped, feeling pressure building low in my belly. “I’m gonna... fuck, you’re gonna make me cum.”
“Do it,” he commanded, his voice low. “Cum for me, Nick. Let me feel you.”
Three more strokes and I was gone, my orgasm ripping through me with an intensity that left me shaking. I came harder than I ever had in my life, my release coating both our stomachs while my body clenched tight around him.
The sensation must have pushed him over the edge because he buried himself deep and came with a broken moan of my name. I felt him pulse inside me, filling me with his heat. Something about that feeling of being claimed so completely made my spent cock twitch with interest.
We stayed like that for a long moment, both of us breathing hard, his softening cock still inside me. When he finally pulled out, I winced at the sensitivity, at the sudden emptiness.
“You okay?” he asked, immediately concerned. “Did I hurt you?”
“No,” I said honestly, pulling him down beside me. “That was... incredible doesn’t even begin to cover it.”
He grinned, looking pleased and satisfied. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” I kissed him softly. “I get it now. Why you like it so much. That was...”
“Mind-blowing?” he suggested.
“That’s one word for it.” I shifted slightly, feeling the pleasant ache in my body. “Though I might be walking funny tomorrow.”
He laughed, the sound warm and genuine. “I’ll make it up to you. Run you a bath, rub your back, whatever you need.”
“I’m gonna hold you to that.” I snuggled closer, feeling boneless and content. “But maybe after we eat those chicken cutlets. I really am starving now.”
“Now you remember the food,” he teased, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Give me five minutes to recover and I’ll go heat them up.”
“Take your time,” I said, already feeling sleep tugging at me. “I’m not going anywhere.”
His arms tightened around me. “Good. Because neither am I.”
