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In an instant, the blunt pressure of his cock pushes against my hole.
“Relax,” he tells me gently.
I try, but I’m too nervous now, thinking about how massive he is and how it might not fit. Every muscle in my body is tense, locked down. He pushes, and I feel resistance, my body refusing to open for him.
“I can’t,” I say, embarrassed but not voicing my full panic. I roll onto my stomach instead, as if changing positions will make it easier.
Lucien runs his hands down my side, soothing me. “It’s okay, it’s your first time. You’re allowed to be nervous.”
I’m defensive anyway. “I’m not nervous.”
His big hands grip my hips and lift me, so my ass is in the air, and I think for a moment that he’s going to enter me this way. I brace myself, dropping my head into the pillow, waiting for his cock.
Then I feel his hands spreading my ass cheeks, and suddenly, the warm wet slide of his tongue circles my hole, and every muscle in my body melts.
Holy shit. He’s— Is he—
“Oh fuck,” I gasp, my voice climbing higher. The sensation is so foreign, so unexpectedly good, that I can’t process it. I never thought anyone would want to do this with me.
But Lucien is doing it. His tongue is darting inside me, teasing, licking, pushing past the tight ring. And I’m losing my mind.
I didn’t know this was even possible. I didn’t know bodies could feel this… I can’t even find the word. He’s taking me apart with his tongue.
“Does that feel good, baby?” His words vibrate directly against me, the sensation almost electric.
“God, yes,” I gasp, my voice ragged. “Don’t stop.”
I can feel the precision of his tongue. He’s working me, moving with intention, opening me, preparing me, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. His tongue presses deeper, and I’m relaxed now. My body finally understands what it needs to do.
I moan, pushing my ass into the air, burying my face, completely lost to the sensation. My legs shake. My cock is so hard it hurts. I feel like I’m going to come just from this, from the reality of Lucien’s mouth on me, of him doing something so intimate for me.
He picks up the pace, his tongue moving faster, opening me more, and I feel the edge approaching. I’m almost there, so close—
Then, he’s gone.
Before I can lift my head, before I can turn around and ask him what the hell he’s doing, the head of his cock pushes past my tight ring of muscle.
He’s inside me, and suddenly, I’m not alone in my body anymore.
The pressure is an intensity that steals my breath. But more than the pressure is the immediate feeling of relief. Relief that he’s inside me, filling me, finally. The stretch burns, deeper, fuller, so much more than his fingers or tongue. I moan helplessly, my whole body vibrating as he enters slowly, giving me time to adjust.
“Cam, are you okay?” His voice is careful. He’s checking in.
“Yeah,” I manage, my voice thick with emotion.
He moves in inch by inch, waiting a beat with each push, letting my body absorb him. He moans with each new territory claimed, low, guttural sounds that make my entire body light up. I can feel every centimeter of him, the girth, the weight, the stretch of him inside me.
I know he’s fully seated when I feel his pelvis bump flush against my ass because there’s nowhere left for him to go. I’m impossibly, completely full. I feel him everywhere, in my chest, in my throat, spreading through me like fire.
“I was right,” he moans against my shoulder, his voice breaking with pleasure. “You take my cock so well.”
He pulls almost all the way out, leaving just the tip, and I exhale with a cry before I can beg him to come back.
“Oh, baby, I’m coming back. Don’t worry,” he murmurs as he slides in again, smooth and slow, and I hear the wet sound of it, feel the drag of him inside me.
My body remembers him and swallows his length easily, and I’m blazing with fire. I press into the sheets, fighting to keep from crying out. I’m not thinking in words anymore. I’m an animal now, with animal-like needs. All I am is sensation. He does it again and again, building a rhythm, building a fire in me that will burn this whole hotel to the ground. I grab at the sheets, but they’re pulled so tightly on the bed I have to squeeze the pillow instead.
When his movements change, he’s not being careful anymore. He starts to truly fuck me, and I’m making sounds I’ve never made before. Mewing. Little broken sounds of pleasure that I can’t control. His breathing gets heavier, more ragged, as he loses himself.
