“Is it weird that I think it’s pretty?”
Falco bursts out laughing, covering his mouth with one hand, and he gazes at me with such adoration that my heart melts. “No. But that’s definitely a first.”
“I do think it’s pretty.” To prove my point and satisfy my own curiosity, I lean down and quickly press a soft kiss to the silky crown, coming away with the sudden new, slightly salty taste of pre-cum on my lips. It only further ignites my desire, and I slip back onto his lap, lift my skirt, and wiggle out of my panties. Part of me is too shy to remove my skirt entirely and Falco doesn’t push me to.
“Aerin.” My name slips from him deep and throaty, almost like a prayer.
I glance up at him and we lock eyes. “Mhm?”
“Trust yourself,” he says. “Take it slow.”
Slow is easy in theory, but I’ve never been this turned on with my own thoughts or fingers. The closest I got was that drunken escapade in the shower, but even then he only touched me a few moments before I came. This is different.
I lift myself up, reach underneath for his cock and position him so I can adjust myself and find where we meet. His hands move up and down my thighs, each rough patch of his palm leaving trails of heat across my skin.
I almost can’t breathe from how badly I want this. Every other thought flees from my mind as I sink down and the moment the crown of his cock touches my pussy, my heart leaps up into my throat.
I’m really doing this!
The first inch of his length inside me is…strange. There’s no word to describe the pressure or ache of his cock stretching me open. It’s more than my fingers, far wider than anything I’ve had inside me before, but the sensation is strangely…addicting. I close my eyes and focus entirely between my legs as I sink down and take another inch.
He’s inside me. This thick, heady weight that’s connecting us. Another inch and I start trembling all over, beginning to struggle with keeping myself up while moving this slowly. The deeper he reaches, the more I instinctively yo-yo between it being too much and not enough.
Not enough wins out.
Another inch or so and suddenly I’m seated fully in his lap with his cock so deep inside me that it feels like it reaches my stomach. I pant and open my eyes.
Falco’s face is twisted in pleasure, his lower lip curled into his mouth and his brows creased, but he’s watching me with dark intent. When our eyes lock, he smiles.
“Holy shit, Aerin,” he groans. “You feel like silk.”
“Is that good?” I gasp.
Falco laughs softly. “Is that good? Honey, that’samazing.”
Honey.
My heart melts and I lean forward to kiss him. But as I do, his cock slips a sliver out of me and a flash of pleasure spears through my entire body, drawing a soft moan from my throat. I cover my mouth in alarm. Where the hell did that come from?
Falco’s hands move to my waist for support, and his jaw grows sharp even through his beard with how he clenches his teeth. “Are you okay?”
“I’m okay,” I gasp. “I just…am I doing it right?”
“You’re adorable.” The strain in his voice is evident and his grip tightens. “You do whatever feels right. Whatever you need, I?—”
I silence him by sitting back and returning that inch inside of me. His eyes roll and pride swells in my chest.
Finding my rhythm takes a few tries. The pain of being stretched is like the ache of a bruise but it’s not entirely unpleasant, and it pales in comparison to the jolts of building pleasure with each rise of my hips. His cock strokes every nerve inside of me, and each rock down adds delicious pressure to my clit. It becomes a game of working out exactly how to position myself, and, as pleasure builds and I find a rhythm I like, everything changes.
Chasing pleasure becomes my only goal.
Up and down, back and forth, I ride Falco as desperately as I dare. Any time I move too hard or too fast, he warns me gently, and we find a balance that satisfies us both while keeping this pain-free for him.
Nothing else in the world matters.
There’s me and him.
That’s all I want.
