Dirty Little Secret

With a decisive nod, I reach between us and run my finger over her slit—she’s still wet for me, but I want her dripping.

“What are you doing?” she asks, her breath hiccuping when I press my thumb to her clit.

“Making sure you’re ready.”

“I am. I really am.”

“I mean physically.”

“Oh—”

I apply more pressure and rub faster, turning her into a moan.

“You’re gonna feel so fucking good, Luna. I can’t wait to feel you squeeze my cock.”

“Please,” she cries, pressing her hips into mine. “Please just do it. F-fill me up.”

Her dirty talk is nearly enough to have me coming before I even feel her heat wrapped around me. This girl really was made for me.

Reluctantly, I pull back from rubbing her clit and wrap my hand around my dick, dragging the tip through her slit. She pushes her hips forward again, and I give in, guiding myself inside of her, stopping when I feel the little piece of tissue blocking my way.

“Oh, um.” She swallows roughly. “Wow.”

“Are you okay?”

She nods and smiles reassuringly, but it doesn’t meet her eyes.

“I’m sorry, Luna. Fuck, I’m so sorry,” I say, mostly meaning it. The feeling of her tight, little pussy stretched wide for me is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before—and I’m not even all the way in.

“Just… just do it.”

I lean down and press a soft kiss against her lips before pulling back enough to see all of her. I bring my thumb back to her clit and begin rubbing the sensitive bundle all over again.

I use my other hand to explore her body, skimming my fingers over the dip of her waist and the swell of her breast, whispering encouragement to her all the while.

I touch and rub and play, solely focused on making her feel better—even if it kills me. And right now, it feels like it might. Her pussy may as well be a vise grip around my dick.

“Here we go, Luna.” I lean down and claim her lips with mine as I thrust through her innocence, making her mine and mine alone.

A sharp gasp leaves her lips as her eyes fill with tears. “Fuck, Stella. Shit. I’m so sorry.”

She tries reassuring me with a smile. “Just…” She exhales slowly through her nose. “Just give me a minute.”

I fight the urge to rock my hips. Being inside of her is better than any fantasy I’ve ever had—and I’ve had a lot. She’s hot, tight, wet, and so fucking perfect.

“Gonna touch you again,” I murmur, not wanting to startle her.

“Just kiss me.” She looks so shattered, I’m helpless to deny her request.

Cupping her cheek, I bring my lips down on hers, pressing soft kisses to her tear-stained mouth. She opens for me instantly, sliding her tongue into my mouth.

With her hands tangled in my hair and mine softly exploring her skin, we kiss for what feels like hours, but is probably only minutes. We kiss until she softens beneath me and melts under my touch. We kiss until finally, neither of us can take my stillness any longer.

“You can move.” She licks her lips. “You know, if you want.”

“More than you know,” I whisper, drawing my hips back and pushing into her. When she doesn’t stiffen or wince, I do it again.

“You can go faster.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” Even as I speak the words, my pace increases.

“You’re not.” She leans up and nips my collarbone. “Promise.”

I keep rocking into her, kissing and touching every bit of her skin I can reach, until I can’t take it anymore. “Gonna come,” I grunt, intending to pull out.

But Stella wraps her legs around my waist, holding me in place as I come harder than I ever have before.

I try to pull out of her, but she clings to me, holding my body to hers. “Are you okay?”

She nods and presses a kiss to my chest. “Perfect.”

“Can I get you cleaned up?”

“Just hold me for another minute?”

“I’d hold you forever if I could.”

We stay as we are, with her arms and legs wrapped tightly around me. She peppers my skin with countless small kisses until finally, her hold on me relaxes.

“I’m good now.”

“Let me help you get cleaned up.”

Her cheeks bloom pink.

“Don’t be shy now, Luna. I’ve tasted that pretty pussy and your blood is on my dick. You’re mine in every way, now let me take care of you.”

“Okay.”

Standing, I lift her into my arms and carry her to the small suite bathroom. I set her down on the plush bathmat and turn the tap on the sink to warm.

Once it reaches temperature, I run a rag under the water and then wring it out before kneeling in front of Stella and wiping between her legs.

Taking care of her like this, it feels right—it’s almost more intimate than our sex. There’s just something about her allowing me to care for her in this way that sends a burst of male pride through me.