"Wow," I whisper.
He laughs against my shoulder, then presses a kiss there. "Stay right there."
I hear him move, and then he's back, and I feel something cool and slick between my legs.
"What—"
"Shh." His hand smooths over my ass. "I told you. I'm not done with you yet."
His finger, slick with lube, circles my back entrance, and my breath catches.
"Salvatore, baby."
"Have you done this before?" His voice is low, careful.
"No."
"Good." He presses in slowly, just the tip of one finger. "Then I get to be the first. The only."
The sensation is intense, but not painful. He works me slowly, adding more lube, letting me adjust.
"Breathe," he says. "Relax for me."
I do, and he pushes deeper, and the fullness makes me gasp.
"That's it," he murmurs. "You're doing so well, baby."
He adds a second finger and I whimper.
"Too much?"
"No, it's just—"
"Intense?"
"Yes."
"Good." He scissors his fingers, stretching me, preparing me. "Because I'm going to fuck this perfect ass, and I want you to feel every inch of me."
He takes his time. More lube. Three fingers now, working me open until I'm panting into the blanket, my body trembling with need.
When he finally pulls his fingers out, I feel empty, aching.
"I'm ready," I whisper.
"Ready for what?"
"For you."
The head of his cock presses against me, slick and hot. "I'm going to give it to you."
He pushes in slowly, so slowly, and the stretch is blinding.
"Fuck, Salvatore."
"Breathe," he commands. "Breathe and take it."
I breathe through it as he sinks deeper, inch by inch, until he's fully seated inside me and I feel impossibly full, impossibly claimed.
