“Walker, please,” I beg, no pride left at all. Just pure want. “I need it.”
“What do you need, baby? Use your words,” he teases.
“I need you.”
“Need me to do what? Take your cherry? Say it.”
I bury my face in his neck with a little whimper of frustrationand need and arousal. “I want you to be the one. Please, take it. Take me.”
“Good girl. You want me to be the first man to fuck your little pussy?”
“Yes,” I breathe. “Please, please fuck me. Please be the first. You’re the only one I want.”
My words make him groan. He withdraws his fingers, and I make a noise of protest at the sudden emptiness.
Then he’s notching the head of his cock at my entrance.
Another kiss. “You ready, my beautiful girl?”
I give the tiniest nod. Nervous now, even as my body is tingling with pleasure everywhere.
He pushes in.
There’s an unfamiliar stretch, one I’ve never felt before. It’s never been like this from my fingers, or his. It helps that I’m really wet, but he’s big and thick and my body isn’t used to this kind of intrusion.
A little whimper escapes me.
“Shh, baby,” he soothes. He kisses me, rolls my nipple between his thumb and finger until my body loosens up again. “You were made for me. You can take it.”
Another push.
“Walker,” I breathe. “I don’t know if I can…”
A soft kiss on my lips. “This is the hard part. Trust me, darlin’. You saved this sweet virgin cunt just for me and I’m gonna cherish it.”
Another push, deeper.
My body is relaxing again. Loosening. And he pushes in all the way.
I whimper at the sudden fullness, the stretch, the wholly unfamiliar sensation of being penetrated. He’s inside me, all the way, and so this is sex, and oh my god…
He swallows it with his kiss, caressing me everywhere, letting my hips wriggle even as he has me pinned, filled up.
“I know. I know it’s a lot,” he whispers into my ear. “You’re so fucking tight. But you’re doing so good. Let me take care of everything.”
His lips trail across my jaw, along my neck. His hand comes up to palm my breast, thumb dragging circles across my nipples.
Everywhere he touches sends pleasure rippling through me. Lessens the sting between my legs.
“You like that?” he murmurs. “You like when I rub your pretty tits?”
“Yes.” My nails dig into his shoulder. “I like everything you do.”
I run my hands through his hair, needing to ground myself in the familiar sensations of him as I get used to this new one. I wrap my legs around him, literally keeping him right where I want him, and I pull him to me for a kiss.
My body is getting used to this. To him, filling me up.
He moves his hips. Not much, at first, just slow, shallow thrusts as I get used to it. And I am getting used to it.
