Debt

Nestled in my chest, my stupid, traitorous heart squeezed at the sweetness of it all.

"You out of that shitty mood or do I need to fuck you out of it?" he asked and I felt myself smiling. Sweet, at times, Byron was still Byron all the damn time.

"Oh, gee, I dunno," I said coyly, wiggling my bottom into him and feeling his cock against my ass, hard already. I knew exactly which option he preferred. And, well, I preferred it too.

"Well, we can't have you walking around in a shitty mood all day, now can we?" he asked, his hands leaving my belly to snag my panties and drag them down to my knees. I lost his body behind mine for a moment as he pulled his pants off and, judging by the telltale crinkle, slipped on a condom he had obviously come prepared with. He rolled back against me, his cock pressing intimately between my thighs and I rubbed against him shamelessly as his legs came up under mine again and his hand slid down my belly. It moved gently between my thighs and guided his cock toward my entrance, pressing against it slightly then sliding leisurely inside. Like he had all the time in the world, like it never even occurred to him to rush through it.

His hand stayed between my thighs, resting on my clit but not working it, as he slipped in to the hilt. I sighed, leaning back into his chest, closing my eyes. His other hand went underneath my head and his palm moved under my shirt to gently stroke over my breasts, teasing them to hardened peaks as he stayed buried inside me, unmoving. Restless, needy, I started rocking my hips against him slowly, the angle making his cock brush up against my G-spot when I found the right motion.

"That's it," he said, nipping into my earlobe as his fingers rolled my nipple, "take what you need from me."

Everything.

I needed everything from him.

But I had to settle for what his body could give me.

And, well, there were worse things in the world so I picked up my pace slightly as the clawing need for release intensified, until I was rocking back into him hard, hearing his ragged breathing in my ear.

I drove lazily upward, hitting the peak and pausing, holding still for a second. "Come, babe," he commanded in my ear and then I pushed back against him, feeling him fill me completely. And I did.

Hard.

The pulsations were a deep, intense throbbing of pleasure that had me crying out loudly, the sound almost pained.

He started rocking into me as I stopped moving, forcing the orgasm to stretch out until there was nothing left.

I came back down slowly, lazily, like floating back into my body and consciousness. And when I did, I realized he was still impossibly hard inside me.

We weren't done.

A thrill passed through my system, making me smile a little.

His hips shifted and his cock slid out of me to be grabbed by the hand between my thighs, taking it and shifting it back slightly, pressing it against my ass. I felt myself immediately stiffen. His finger was one thing. It was unexpected and different and just a little bit dirty, but otherwise not a huge deal. This, this felt like a huge deal.

"You don't want it, no big deal. You do want it, great. If you're not sure, we can give it a try," his voice said, always reading me, always knowing what to say. "But, babe, if you pass this up, you'll be missing out. I can tell you that."

I swallowed hard, feeling his head put pressure there and expecting myself to want to flinch, to pull away, to run screaming. But the strongest urge I had was to press against the invasion, to welcome it. And, well, if my body wanted it and Byron was convinced it would be something I'd enjoy... then I owed it to myself to try it. Not quite able to form the words to tell him so, I pressed my hips downward on his cock, feeling the tip start to penetrate.

"That's my girl," he said, his voice sex-rough and it shivered through my belly as my mind tried to convince me that the turn of phrase meant nothing. But then there wasn't much thinking as he slowly started pressing inside me, the sensation a bit like a burning, a pulling, as my body stretched to accommodate him. "Hurt?" he asked, just an inch or so inside, his hand sliding back up to my clit and starting to work it.

"No. It's... strange," I admitted, feeling my cheeks heat.

"It will stop being uncomfortable and start being fucking phenomenal in a minute," he promised, continuing his slow penetration, giving my body time to accept him. I felt his hips press into my ass and knew he was fully inside me. "Fuck yeah," he groaned, his forehead pressing into my shoulder. And, well, if there was still any uncertainty, any reservations, they flew away at those words on his lips. "Need a minute?" he asked, finger still working my clit in small circles.