“Yeah.” The burn is fading, replaced by a strange fullness. “Yeah, I think so.”
“Can I move?”
“Yes.”
He pulls back slowly, then pushes forward again, and this time there’s less pain. Less resistance. Just the slide of him inside me, the friction, the building pressure.
“Oh,” I breathe.
“Good?” His voice is desperate, hopeful. “I’ve never done this before either.”
“Good,” I confirm. “Really good.”
He groans and starts to move in earnest, finding a rhythm that makes my toes curl. The pain is gone now, replaced by pleasure, waves of it, building with every thrust.
“So tight.” He’s panting, his eyes wild. “So fucking tight and wet and perfect. You were made for me, Mina. Made for me.”
I’m losing myself in this. In him.
“You’re glistening all over my cock, Mina. You want me so much, and I can see it. There’s a little smear of blood as well.”
The sight of him above me, his face twisted with pleasure, his muscles flexing with every movement. He blocks out the entire world.
“Look at the way your pussy stretches around me. You take my cock so beautifully. You’re so perfect I could die.”
There’s nothing but Cristiano, his body, his voice, his cock driving into me over and over and pushing me to higher and higher levels of pleasure.
“Scratch me,” he demands suddenly. “Please, Mina. I want to feel your nails. I want you to mark me.”
I drag my nails down his chest, leaving red lines in their wake, and he moans like I’ve given him a gift.
He hisses in pleasure. “Yes. Fuck, yes. Harder. Mark me up.”
I rake my nails down his back, and he shudders, his hips stuttering.
“I’m close,” he gasps. “Mina, I’m so close. Are you— Can you—”
“Yes,” I pant, because I am, I’m right there, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in my core. “Yes, don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
He reaches between us, his thumb finding the spot that makes me see stars. He rubs my tender clit in aching circles. Suddenly all the pieces of my pleasure come together, and I shatter.
The orgasm crashes through me, wave after wave, and I’m crying out his name, my nails digging into his back, my whole body clenching around him.
“Mina.” His voice breaks as he fucks me hard through my climax. “Mina.”
He buries himself deep and goes rigid, a groan tearing from his throat as he comes inside me. I feel the pulse of him, the heat, and it sets off another aftershock of pleasure that leaves me trembling.
He collapses on top of me, all his weight covering me, his face buried in my neck.
For a long moment, neither of us moves. We just breathe together, our hearts pounding in sync, our bodies still joined.
“Mina.” His voice is muffled against my skin. “You are…”
I don’t have words either. My hands reach up to slide into his hair.
He lifts his head to look at me, and his expression is so soft, so open, so full of wonder that it makes my chest ache.
“I love you,” he says. “I love you so much.”
