“Yes,” she whispered. “I want that too. May I?”
Her hand was already sliding down his stomach, searching for the base of his slit.
“God, yes,” he groaned, his shaft springing free with one firm press of her hand. She gasped, her fingers exploring the ridges and the distinctive shape.
“So different,” she murmured, her touch sending jolts of pleasure through him. “But so beautiful.”
“Only with you,” he managed. “Only for you.”
He reached between them, positioning himself at her entrance, then hesitated. She was so small in comparison to him.
“You will tell me if it hurts.”
“Of course. Now come here.”
She raised her hips and the wet heat of entrance almost undid him right there. He pressed forward slowly, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. The first inch slid in easily, her body welcoming him, but as he went deeper, he felt resistance.
“Breathe,” he murmured. “Relax for me.”
She took a deep breath, her body softening, and he pressed forward again. The sensation was incredible—tight, hot, perfect. When he was fully seated, they both groaned in unison.
“Are you okay?” he asked, fighting to keep still despite the instinct to move.
“You’re so big,” she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. “It’s perfect.”
He began to move, starting with slow, shallow thrusts that gradually deepened as her body adjusted to him. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure radiating through him, the ridges along his shaft creating additional friction that made her gasp.
“Adjar,” she moaned. “That’s… oh God, that’s perfect.”
He could feel his climax building, a tightening at the base of his spine that promised release, but he was determined to bring her pleasure again first. He shifted his angle slightly, searching, and when she cried out, he knew he’d found the right spot.
“There?” he asked, repeating the movement.
“Yes! Don’t stop.”
He didn’t. He maintained the angle, driving into her again and again, watching as her pleasure mounted once more. Her innermuscles clenched around him, and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer.
“Take your pleasure,” he urged, his voice strained. “I need to feel you.”
Her eyes locked with his as he thrust deeper, and then she shattered again, her body convulsing around his in rhythmic pulses that pushed him over the edge.
He buried his face against her neck as he came, his release pulsing from him in waves, filling her with his seed. The sensation went beyond physical pleasure, touching something deeper, as if two halves had been made whole.
As the intensity faded, he carefully withdrew and rolled to the side, taking her with him so she lay against his chest. Their bodies were damp with exertion, her skin flushed and warmed by their shared heat. For a long moment, they simply breathed together, the pounding of their hearts gradually slowing.
“I’ve never felt anything like that,” she murmured at last, her voice drowsy with satisfaction.
“Nor have I.” He shifted his weight, careful not to crush her. “Is it… acceptable?”
She laughed softly, the sound vibrating through him. “Acceptable? Adjar, that was incredible. Beyond incredible.”
Relief and pride warred within him, and he couldn’t help the smile that curved his lips. “Good. Because I plan to do it again. Many times.”
Her laugh was louder this time, and she pulled his head down to kiss him, a kiss that started gentle but quickly deepened into something hungrier.
“Promises, promises,” she whispered against his lips, and his shaft immediately stiffened, determined to fulfill every promise.
Much,much later, Adjar woke to stillness—no howling wind, no rattling walls, no constant pressure of the storm trying to claw its way inside. The absence of sound felt like a weight lifted from his chest that he hadn’t realized he’d been carrying.
