"I don't want to forget it."
"You won't either way," he promises, then settles between my thighs again. The head of his cock nudges my entrance, and intense pressure is immediate. He pushes in just barely, then stops, letting me adjust.
"Breathe, Bluebird."
I exhale shakily, blurting out, "Sorry."
"Shh. No sorries," he instructs, caressing the side of my head. "Now relax your pretty pussy for me." He slides his tongue back in my mouth.
I match his slow, exploratory speed, and it forces my body to relax.
He slides in another inch, and the stretch burns, but it's a good burn, the kind that makes me feel utterly claimed. He keeps going at the same slow, steady speed, pausing whenever I tense, kissing my neck, my jaw, whispering praise against my skin.
"So good for me…taking me so perfectly…my beautiful Bluebird."
"Yes. I'm your good girl," I tell him, arching toward him and wanting more.
Another sharp sting hits, but this time, he pushes past it.
"Oh god," I cry out, gasping for air.
He groans. "Fuck, you're tight."
I dig my nails into his shoulders. "More."
"You can't handle all of me right now," he cautions.
"I can. I want all of you inside me, Red."
His face goes taut, like something feral just slammed into the bars of his restraint. His jaw locks so hard, the muscle jumps. His teeth clench as he forces himself to stay exactly where he is instead of giving in to the demand in my voice.
"I decide when you get me, Bluebird," he asserts, any softness in his gaze disappearing, blown wide with hunger he's barely containing. But a flicker of pride flares, sharp and dangerous.
"Own me," I breathe, trying to move my hips, but he has my hips pinned beneath his.
His nostrils flare as he drags in a controlled breath through his nose, chest rising slowly as if he's grounding himself before he loses control completely. A vein stands out at his temple. Sweat beads along his hairline, and his expression holds equal parts warning and possession.
A new euphoric buzz dances down my spine. I beg, "Please."
"Take all of me, then," Red says. With a thrust, he pushes fully inside me and groans.
He's throbbing, hot, and impossibly deep. I feel so full, I can barely think. He stays still, forehead pressed to mine, breathing hard. "You okay?"
I nod, tears slipping from the corners of my eyes, not from pain but from the overwhelming rightness of it. I plead, "Move. Please move."
He starts slow, shallow thrusts that drag over every sensitive spot inside me. The burn fades into pure pleasure, and soon I'm rocking up to meet him, nails digging deeper into his back. His rhythm builds gradually, deeper, harder, until the headboardtaps softly against the wall and the room fills with the sounds of our bodies coming together.
"Red...oh God! Red!" I whimper.
He pins my leg higher, kisses me, then says against my lips, "I'm holding back for you. Don't mistake that for mercy."
"Don't hold back. Please. Don't," I gasp, wrapping my leg around his waist. My heel digs into his back thigh, urging him on.
"I don't give back what's handed to me," he warns.
"No. Don't!"
He shifts his angle and hits something inside me that makes me see stars. A broken cry tears from my throat.
