I place my palm on his chest and he stops, worry taking hold of his features. “Just, go slow.Please.”
He dips down to capture my mouth. “I won’t ever hurt you.”
He braces himself above me, his forearm resting beside my head while his free hand reaches between my legs, rubbing my clit with his thumb. “Take a deep breath in, baby. You ready?”
I do as he says, my heart racing as he edges inside me slowly while his fingers play with my clit.
He works himself inside me inch by inch with shallow thrusts, his careful movements allowing me time to get used to the feeling of him stretching me.Fillingme.
A deep groan rumbles through his chest when he’s fully seated inside me. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”
He gives me a moment to adjust to his size before he begins to move. His thrusts are steady and controlled, his fingers still playing with my clit as his cock glides back and forth inside me with ease, slick with my arousal.
“You okay, butterfly?” he whispers, peering down at me.
“I’m perfect.”
“You’re doing so well, baby,” he praises and a wave of arousal hits me and I clench around him.
He groans in response.
His eyes never leave mine, watching me with such intensity it makes this moment even more intimate. It’s as if he doesn’t want to miss a single moment. With every thrust it hurts a little less each time, the pinch of pain overshadowed by the pleasure coursing through me.
As incredible as this feels, I know he’s holding back, doing his best to make this as comfortable as possible for me and I don’t want him to.
I want to feel everything.
“Killian,more,” I moan.
His cock slips out of me as he shifts, positioning my legs so they’re draped over his forearms, spreading me open wider for him.
He takes me in one hard thrust, this new angle allowing him to go so much deeper. I cry out and it only makes him fuck me harder, his thrusts deep as he drives into me. My tits bounce with every relentless snap of his hips.
He flips us over, rolling onto his back and taking me with him so I’m straddling him, his cock still buried deep inside me.
“Wanna watch you ride me, butterfly.”
“Show me.” I’ve seen in it movies and those of the moreadultvariety, but everybody knows it never happens like that in real life.
He grips my hips, guiding my movements before I fall into my own rhythm, rising and falling back down onto his cock, enjoying the feeling of power it gives me to be the one in control.
He squeezes the flesh at my hips, his fingers digging in hard enough to bruise but I don’t care.
I want him to mark me. I want to wake up in the morning covered in his marks to prove this is all real and that it wasn’t a dream.
I toss my hair over my shoulders as my hands drift up to explore my body, letting my fingernails graze my skin, breaking me out in shiver. I squeeze my heavy breasts as my eyes flutter closed, my hips working in circles as I ride him, my thigh muscles burning. I whimper when I pinch my nipples between my fingers, arousal shooting straight between my legs.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful like this. Look at you, taking my cock. Such a good girl.”
I moan. His praise does things to my body I never anticipated. I love it. I love the way he talks to me, his words of encouragement only spurring me on as I rocket towards my climax.
“You’re gonna come aren’t you?” he asks.
I nod.
“Let me hear you, butterfly,” he pants, sweat beading on his forehead. “Come for me. I wanna see you fly.”
I do. I come so hard my vision blurs, the outer corners turning black and fuzzy. There’s a ringing in my ears as my body convulses, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over me so hard I cry out, unable to contain it.
