“Shhh… I’ll take care of you, sugar,” he whispers, holding his hips perfectly still as he kisses along my jawline to my ear, nibbling the lobe as he murmurs sweet nothings there, his deep voice and hot breath relaxing me until my slight pain and panic completely subside. “So fucking perfect. Your tight little pussy feels so fucking perfect wrapped around my cock, baby. I could stay like this forever, just buried deep inside you. Never felt so complete, like I’m where I’m supposed to be for the very first time.”
He keeps on like that, telling me how beautiful I am, how perfect I fit him, how wonderful I feel wrapped in his arms, and I melt beneath him until I feel every single one of my muscles relax, including the ones gripping around his thick cock. And he must feel it, because he pulls up enough to stare into my eyes… when he finally begins to move.
It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I’m filled to the very brim, my pussy stretched to its absolute limit, but there’s no more pain. He’s a master with his movements, thrusting just deep enough for maximum pleasure, never once pounding into my cervix after he found it the first time. With each thrust, the top of his crown slides along the top wall of my core, catching on my G-spot every time. I let go of the back of his hair, wiggling beneath him until he understands I want to wrap my arms around his back, so he once again braces above me on his hands on either side of my head. He’s probably grateful I prefer to keep my nails short and shellacked instead of long and sharp, because I can’t help but dig my fingertips into the muscles beneath his hot flesh as I hold on for dear life.
When I’ve grown as accustomed to his size as I’ll ever be, I give in to my desire to meet his thrusts, digging my heels into the mattress to lift my hips as he plunges into me, and I hear him growl. I look up to see his face is more serious than I’ve ever seen it, his eyes the color of the ocean during a hurricane, swirling with possession and pleasure as he watches my own emotions play across my face. When my lips part on a gasp as he hits a particularly delicious spot inside me, he captures them with his, kissing me with so much passion I feel it to the depths of my soul. I purr as his chest hair slides against my nipples once more, sending a shiver throughout my limbs, and once again, I know the exact moment he loses a grip on his control, like when he was eating me alive. His growl turns almost ferocious as he grips around my small frame and flips us, and I discover I’m now on top, mounted above the most beautiful man I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting—let alone make love to.
And that’s exactly what this is. We’re making love. This isn’t some fast fuck with a stranger. This isn’t some one-night stand to satisfy a basic human need until the next person comes along. This is a soul-deep connection, a heart-healing experience that will live in my blown mind for the rest of my days.
“You’re a fucking goddess,” he breathes, reaching up to trail the back of his knuckles along the underside of my breast, and I shiver, my nipples puckering. I throw my head back and rotate my hips, feeling his cock oscillate against the walls of my pussy.
I then lean forward, my palms flat on his top abs, my fingers spread wide to feel as much of his masculine flesh as I can. I tilt my hips, rocking back to watch his cock pull out a couple inches before I sink down again, mesmerized by the way he stretches my pussy lips around him.
Christ.
“Goddess?” I snort. “I must be a fucking superhero to be able to take all of you,” I breathe, falling forward to rest my forehead on his chest as I raise my hips and glide down once more, whimpering at the fullness.
And that’s when I feel his huge hands take hold of my ass and lift me effortlessly, holding me several inches above his hips as he rocks up into me, making my eyes cross before I shut them tight and cry out in pleasure.
“Fuck, I don’t think I can be gentle any longer, sugar. You’re making my control snap, baby,” he rumbles from deep within his chest, and I feel the vibration against my cheek.
“Then don’t be,” I urge, and I delight in the feel of his fingertips digging into my ass cheeks.
“You think you can take it?” he asks, his voice teetering between a concerned question and a dare.