His Ballerina

Even before the last bit of my release ripples through me, I know that this isn’t enough. I need more, so much more, all she can give me. I’m greedy for her. Starving.

My cock never even softens as I quickly rinse us both and turn off the water. Rather than dry off, I step out of the stall with her and lift her in my arms, carrying her to the bedroom and lowering her to the bed as gently as I can manage.

There she is. Looking up at me with want in her eyes, the way her tongue moistens her lips makes me want to take them. I need those lips. I need all of her.

My tongue darts over them before plunging into her mouth; she whimpers her approval, fingers threading through my hair, her body straining upward to meet mine. “So fucking beautiful,” I manage to say between kisses, tasting her throat, licking the hollow above her collarbone, taking her tits in my hands, and rolling my tongue over those pink peaks.

“Archer…” Her head rolls from side to side, wet hair fanned out around her. Lost in pleasure, undone a little more with every lap of my tongue, every scrape of my teeth over her sensitive skin.

More, more, I need more. Every taste only makes my appetite grow, my absolute, soul-shattering need for her. To own her, to make her mine and only mine. To make her beg me. “I could devour you,” I rasp against the smooth skin of her stomach, noting the quivering muscles, the goosebumps that rise.

“D-do it. Please.” She lifts her hips off the bed. Offering her sweetness, her heat, the juices glistening on her bare lips. “Please, Archer. Make me…” She can’t bring herself to say it, but it doesn’t matter.

And when I run my tongue up the length of her slit, she comes, screaming before I can indulge myself. My cock strains and drips, and I know I can’t wait. I’ve waited long enough. I have to be inside her. I’ll die if I’m not inside her.

I push her thighs apart with my knees, rough, greedy, before positioning my cock at her dripping entrance. My eyes close the instant before I roll my hips forward, pushing into her, not stopping until I’m balls deep.

And she gasps. Goes stiff. Her nails dig into my shoulders. I open my eyes and find her biting her lip, tears on her lashes.

Is she…

I don’t get the thought out before she squirms against me, and that little bit of friction urges me on. I’m too far gone now, enveloped in her tightness, and I pull back only to push forward again.

She grunts softly, jaw clenched tight. My lips skim that jaw before I whisper in her ear. “Be patient. It’ll feel good soon. I promise.” When she nods, I know I’m right. I just took her virginity.

And damn if that doesn’t make fresh need surge up in me, pushing me further, driving myself as deep as I can into her tunnel, grunting her name with every thrust. And before long, she’s moaning in time with my grunts, locking her legs around my waist, drawing me deeper still until I don’t know where I end and she begins. There’s nothing in the world but this—us.

“This is what I was made for.” I wait until she’s looking up into my eyes, flushed and dazed, rocking under me every time our bodies slap together. “You. Burying myself in you. Making you clench around my cock, making you milk me dry. And you were meant for this. To be mine. Say it.” Another thrust. Another.

She whimpers before crying out in a raspy voice. “I was meant for this!”

“To be mine.” Thrust. “Always mine.” Thrust.

“Yes. Yours. Oh, my god!” I make sure to grind the base of my cock against her clit because I want her to come again while I’m inside her. She lets out a howl, raking her nails over my back. “Archer, yes. Yes!”

“That’s right, baby. Come for me. Scream my name while you come.” I have to hold on, hold back, and make her explode around me before I let go.

It doesn’t take long. She grips my shoulders tight enough to dance on the line between pleasure and pain before howling one last time, my name ripping through the air before she falls back with a broken sob, and I roar out my own release. It’s ecstasy beyond anything I’ve ever known, ever dreamed of.

And even as I’m slipping out of her quivering, dripping pussy, I can’t wait to have her again.

But not yet. Not until we get something straight. I roll onto my side, pulling her trembling body into my arms. “Why didn’t you tell me you’ve never done that before?”

Her face goes red an instant before she turns it away. “You didn’t ask.”