“You don’t sound too sure.” He dropped onto his elbows and kissed me until I was dizzy from lack of oxygen and impatient for what came next.
“I’m ready,” I said with more confidence.
“We’ll take it slow.” With one hand gripping his shaft, he guided himself to my opening, his domed head pushing up against me, making my nerves go haywire. “Deep breaths, Kitten. Bear down now.”
I did my best to push out as his spongy tip slowly pried me open, wider and wider, to the point I worried I might tear. The burn was intense, and then suddenly, the pressure subsided and he was inside, not very much, but it felt like an achievement.
“How are we doing so far?” he asked. He kissed my neck softly as he waited for me to adjust.
“I’m good,” I said, resisting the urge to lock up. It was a strange in-between sensation. If a Rabid attacked us right now, we’d both be dead, but I tried not to think about that.
“You’re so gorgeous.” He drew one hand up my raised leg and kissed my knee. “You feel so good. Does it hurt?”
“A little, but it’s fading.” And it was, the sharpness now dulling to a low throb. “I think I’m ready for more.”
With a determined look, Cipher braced himself with both hands and leaned forward, doubling me up as he went deeper. I was full and then fuller. I couldn’t really tell how much of him was already inside me, only that the pressure was intense. “Almost there,” he said. He grabbed a pillow to bolster my hips and then, by tiny degrees, sank into me until his balls were mashed up against my backside and there was no more space left between us. He was inside me, all the way. I whimpered at the enormity of sharing my body with another person.
“You’re biting your lip,” he said, watching me closely. “Talk to me.”
“It hurts, but feels good too. It’s confusing. Move a little?”
He gave just a small pump of his hips, and my breath hitched at the spark of pleasure that ignited. “More of that,” I said and grabbed hold of his hip to guide him.
“Here?” he asked, his voice a rough caress as his cock brushed over my gland.
“Yeah,” I said and made a pleading noise I’d never heard before.
“I’m going to make it good for you,” he promised as he caressed my leg. “Relax now, Kitten. Try and let go. Let me take care of you.”
I nodded and focused on my breath until my body finally stopped trying to resist him, and he began to move with more ease. “Does it feel good for you?” I asked.
“So fucking good. You’re so warm and gushy inside, like a hot, buttered biscuit. I’m trying to be gentle. Does it still hurt?”
“It’s getting better.”
He leaned forward and hugged me, comforting me in his warm embrace. With his arms wrapped around me, I finally stopped worrying about what was happening and allowed the sensations to take over–heat and friction and the slide of his skin against mine with no physical barriers between us. My body ached and burned, and the pleasure was a soothing balm that ebbed and flowed as he rocked into me. “Like the tide chasing the moon,” I whispered as he filled me up, then slowly retreated, coming back again with a punctuation at the end of each stroke.
“I want to make you feel good, always.” he said. His breath was my breath, my body was his body, and when he pushed impossibly deep, I made room. I moaned and whimpered and trembled in his arms, wanting to cry as much as I wanted to laugh, but mostly, I never wanted it to end.
He swept aside the damp curls from my forehead and kissed my temple. My cock was sandwiched between our sweaty stomachs and throbbed in time with my heartbeat. So much blood coursing through my veins and pounding in my ears. Everywhere he touched became a tender, open wound, but even that was good too. I imagined water crashing down at the falls then flowing around the rocks to its destination. Cipher was a force of nature, and I absorbed him into my bones.
“Baby boy,” Cipher murmured, his breath ghosting over my face. “Kitten, I’m getting close. You gonna come for me soon?”
Somehow I’d forgotten there was a point to all of this. I’d been content to simply ride the wave of sensations, to have him move inside me. “Yeah.” I gripped his sweaty back with both hands. “Will you help me?”
“Yeah, babe. I’ve got you.”
He reached between us and held my erection in his calloused palm. I was so raw and open, so exposed. He could shatter me if he wanted, it wouldn’t take much at all to hurt me with an unkind word, but I knew he wouldn’t.
“There you go,” he coaxed as he stroked me both inside and outside. I whimpered and pleaded, an animal, growing restless, wanting more, wanting… something. Push and pull, pleasure and pain, the contrasts were so perfect and so real.
“Harder,” I demanded. “More,” I begged and he gave it to me. The pressure in my balls reached a tipping point and my cock jerked in his hand. I cried out in surprise as my hole spasmed around him. He let out a deep, rumbling groan as my body tightened, and then a wave of the most intense pleasure I’d ever experienced crashed over me and left me lying weak and motionless on the bed.
“Cipher,” I moaned, disoriented as my cock still twitched with the aftershocks of my orgasm.
“You okay to go a little longer? I’m almost there.”
“Yeah, I want you to come inside me.”
