“Matty,” she breathes, her eyes heavy with arousal. She turns on the tunic—which is bunched into a puddle at this point, but neither of us seems to care much—and slides down onto her back. Her gaze is locked on me the entire time, her eyes so full of love and arousal and need that she makes me feel like the most important, most virile male in the universe.
I move over her, kissing her again as I fit myself against her body. The cradle of her hips feels like perfection, and I rock against her, watching her face. Helen’s eyes flutter, her lips parting as I drag my cock through her folds, wetting it with her arousal. “Is this too much?”
“It’s perfect.” She clutches my arm, holding tightly onto me. “You’re perfect.”
There’s no need to wait any longer. I move over her, notching my cock at her entrance. I press in, moving as slowly as possible, and she sucks in a breath. “I’ll go slow,” I promise her. “I’ll make it good for you.”
“I know.” She strokes my chest with her hand, strokes my arm, pets me like she can’t stop touching me.
She’s still tight, and when I push into her, I can feel her body straining with tension. Kef. That’s not what I want. Helen’s teeth are sunk into her lower lip, and I want to stop immediately, because I’m terrified I’ll somehow hurt her. How is it that people enslave her kind for sex? She’s so small and fragile that it feels wrong. Feels like I’m trying to shove a keffing pike into her just for my own selfish needs. I should stop—
“Breathe,” she tells me. “Breathe, Matty.”
I take a deep, shuddering breath. Right. I’m in my head again. “Am I hurting you?”
She shakes her head. “It’s tight, but I’m okay. I like the feel of you over me.”
I wish I could kiss her like this, but her head is below mine. My body is much bigger than hers—a fact I’m painfully aware of. I can still make this good, though. She wanted all the orgasms I could give her? All right, then. I reach between us, to where her cunt is stretched tight around my cock, and then brush my fingers upward, looking for that row of sensitive flesh. I skim my finger next to the line of clits, and Helen gasps, her body jerking around me, and kef me, it feels so good my eyes feel like they’re crossing.
“Should I stop?” I ask her, rubbing along the line again.
“No, no.” Helen’s nails dig into my arm. “That feels good.”
It’s helping her relax, too. I keep expecting her cunt to clench tight around me again, but it’s like she’s forgotten to be tense, and I sink—slowly—into her body. It takes a moment, but I murmur to my beautiful mate how perfect she is, and how deadly, and how she’s clever and amazing, and eventually, my spur rubs up against my finger and I realize I’m almost all the way inside her.
The tight squeeze of her body is exquisite.
Kef.
Kef twice.
She feels…incredible. Every quiver of her body, every squeeze of her cunt, I can feel it all around my cock. I’ve had sex before, but never with anyone quite like this. Better than the tight sheath enveloping my cock is the look on Helen’s face, a mix of bliss and intense scrutiny, as if she’s trying to decipher how it feels to have me deep inside her. “Is everything all right, love?”
Helen takes a short, quick breath, and her brows hitch together. “You feel…bigger than I thought you would.”
Flattery. I want to laugh, but I’m afraid it’d be too much. I still can’t quite tell if she’s enjoying this or not. “Is that bad? Should we stop?”
She shakes her head, that thoughtful expression still on her face. “I think I like it better when you touch me, though. Is that wrong? I’ve been asking for penis for so long and I’m not sure what to think.” She wriggles under me, and it feels so good I groan. “How does it feel for you?”
“Incredible,” I pant. “But I can wait for it to feel better for you. I’ll be as still as possible.”
And try not to spontaneously combust.
Helen licks her lips and wriggles again. “It feels better after a while?”
I manage a nod. I’m keffing this up. Why am I so bad at this? It’s because my brain is in my balls when I’m around Helen and right now, my balls are so tight I’m certain I’ve lost all blood flow in that region. “I can make this feel better for you now, love.”
Because I have fingers, and I’m a keffing dumbass that’s not using them. So I pet her clits, teasing. My spur still rests against one side, so I stroke the other side, making sure to avoid touching her clits full on in case it’s too much.