“You’re doing so good,” he praises, my hands coming up to grab his shoulders.
I nod, my eyes fluttering open. “I think I’m ok,” I whisper, and he takes a second before gently pushing in another inch.His eyes are on my face the whole time, watching for any signs of discomfort, but he must not see any because then he pushes in another inch. When he’s about halfway inside me, he stops, pressing kisses to my neck and shoulders instead.
“You feel so good, baby,” he praises, nipping at my ear, making me moan again.
“Oh God,” I gasp, my head falling back once he’s all the way inside me. He was right, he does indeed fit.
It feels weird, but so good at the same time. He doesn’t move, just holds himself above me, giving us both time to adjust to this new feeling.
“Are you still ok?”
“Yeah, I’m ok. You can move now if you want.”
I hold his eye contact this time as he slowly begins to move, rocking against me slowly, pulling out a little before pushing back in.
He sets a slow but consistent pace, one that I never thought would feel so good. He pushes in deep, and my eyes roll back.
“Fuck, baby,” he whispers against my neck as he peppers kisses all over my skin, moving inside me in a way that has me unable to focus on anything but him.
I can’t even form any coherent thoughts. All I know is that it feels so fucking good.
“Beckett…”
“Yeah, baby,” he hums, bringing his face out of my neck.
“I’m close, I need just a little more,” I whisper, my fingers pulling on his hair, my body arching up into him.
He moves a little faster, his soft grunts in my ear almost doing me in. “I wanna wait for you,” I whisper, panting into his ear.
“Fuck, baby, don’t say that. Tonight is about you.”
“Us. Tonight is about… us,” I say, pulling his head down and pressing my lips to his.
He moves a little faster, a little harder, his thrusts getting uneven as he gets himself closer and closer.
I fall first, moaning against his mouth as my whole body tightens, then releases with the most intense feeling I've ever felt in my entire life.
He follows after me, thrusting twice more before stilling and pulsing inside me. Both of us collapse against the mattress.
He tries to pull away, but I don’t let him. “Stay…please,” I whisper, my voice soft and barely audible.
He doesn’t fight me, slowly sinking back down on top of me as I sigh into his neck.
He slowly pulls out of me, and I whimper softly at the loss of him. “Are you ok?” he whispers, and I nod.
“Mhmm, more than ok,” I whisper, and he nods, discarding the condom and rolling onto his back, pulling me into his side.
It takes me far too long to come down from my high, lying my head on his shoulder, my whole body limp as I lie draped over him. His fingers trace soft, mindless patterns onto my skin as we lie in silence.
“That was incredible,” I say to him once I trust my voice. “Thank you.”
He presses a kiss to my temple. “You are the incredible one.”
I don’t have the energy to argue with him, so I don’t. I just lay in his arms.
We do eventually get up and get dressed. When I open the door, I’m met with a very sad-looking puppy dog, and my heart melts.
“Sorry, buddy, Mommy and Daddy were doing grown-up things,” I say, cuddling him up into my arms and bringing him downstairs to the kitchen.
