I don’t know what to hold onto, I’m gripping the sheets under me, his hair, my breasts and everything is too much in the best way possible.
He keeps eating me, sucking me, gentle but hungry, his fingers curling slightly inside me when my body starts shaking with orgasm, totally falling apart for him.
His deep moans mix with mine as my hips squirm in his hold. He gets up to my lips, giving me a taste of myself while his fingers are still inside me, savoring the cum, slowly moving like he doesn’t want to let go yet, like he’s enjoying the mess.
He lifts himself up, sitting back for a moment, still caged between my legs, his chest rising and falling, then slowly slides his fingers out of me, watching every inch of them appear with satisfied half-smile. His abs tighten in this position and he looks fucking unholy as I look up at him.
His body is huge over mine, firm, red and blue bruises spread along the tight muscles.
I want to kiss every wound he has, lick it, suck the pain out and make him feel better.
He lowers himself until he’s almost touching my lips, his hair falling on my forehead, then slips the fingers covered in my cum to his mouth.
My lips part, breathless.
After he takes them out, he immediately kisses me.
Fuck, that was… Fuck.
I press my palms down to his V-line, my fingers grazing the thick trail of hair while I open his belt and his jeans, taking him out.
He’s hard, thick and veiny, and he’s going to slice me in half, but I don’t care, I want it. Yet the intimidating size makes me gulp and send some quiet prayers.
“Kiara,” his voice drops into a warning.
“Mhm,” I hum against his lips as his forehead falls to mine in surrender, sliding my hand along his length for a moment, grazing the pumped veins all the way to the tip before dragging his tip through my pussy, through the slickness, and positioning him at my entrance.
“What are you doing to me,” he breathes out, desperation written all over his face.
Still, he doesn’t do anything and I’m losing my mind, my hips moving toward him, wanting him desperately, but he freezes.
When I look into his eyes, I see the glimpse of pain again.
I want to be the reason it goes away.
I want to be the one to take off whatever he’s carrying that I can’t see.
He lowers his mouth in the spot under my ear, half-kissing, half-whispering to me, “I want you to know that you’re everything to me and I don’t want to hurt you.”
He trails soft kisses along my neck.
“You won’t.” I tremble with an exciting kind of fear. “I want you. And I want to be yours.” I assure him and circle my hand around his nape to pull him into me.
His tip finally pushes through my entrance. I stiffen for a second as the thickness is trying to get inside me slowly.
Although it’s not my first time, it hurts.
However, I want more. I slightly push him to get deeper, holding my breath so I don’t make any noise that could scare him off.
He’s almost fully inside me when I kiss him to stifle the painful moan. One of his hands is on my waist, his fingers gripping me so tight that the imprint will stay there for weeks.
He keeps checking me when I push him to fill me all the way, and the sudden fullness gets a loud and squeaky moan out of me.
“Are you okay?” His hair tumbles around his face in beautiful disarray while he’s panting harder, faster.
“I’m amazing. Don’t stop.”
A small smile plays on his lips as he starts to slowly move inside of me.
