“Drake, I love you.” I reach between us and guide the tip of his cock inside me, and when I do, Drake’s eyes snap open. “I trust you.”
With so few words, his resolve seems to fade, and his eyes flicker with acknowledgment. A deep guttural groan escapes from his lips. I cry out from the pressure of him breaking through my inner walls.
He takes the lead now, with only part of him nestled inside me. There’s no way he can put the whole thing in the first time. He’s close to thirteen inches, more than twice the average size. Every inch he takes produces an intense rush of pain followed by extreme pleasure. It’s the weirdest feeling ever, but I love every second of it.
Drake brushes the hair from my forehead and kisses me. “Are you okay, baby?” He whispers the words against my lips, his breath warming my cheeks. I nod, and he continues, “How does it feel?”
“Good,” I moan, digging my fingers into his biceps. “Sooo good…”
He slowly slides in and out of me, staring down at our bodies joined together. “Can you handle more? I’m only halfway in.”
Holy shit. And here I thought when I felt my inner walls tearing apart that he’d managed to take more than I had expected.
“Yes,” I whisper. “Keep going.”
Despite the pain, it feels too good to stop.
Drake takes both of my thighs and holds them tight against his chest. At this angle, he slides in deeper with little effort, though I’m feeling even more pressure with each inch he takes. He picks up the pace, his eyes lidded and filled with lust. My man looks at me like he wants to conquer me, rule my body and claim me. And he’s doing just that.
Careful not to take too much, Drake maintains a pace that gives both of us the high we’re so desperately chasing. He stretches me out, my insides clenching as I tighten my hold on his thick cock. A brush of heat spreads down my arms and legs. I’m warm all over, the sensation so intense it commands control of me.
Still holding my legs with his right arm, he bends forward to pinch my nipple between his fingers, changing the position in the process. He’s even deeper now, my pussy sore from how much he’s stretching me open. I wonder how much more I can take, and if it is possible for him to break me.
I come again, digging my fingers into his bicep hard enough to leave a mark. He groans, his body shuddering in the process. His cock pulses inside me, the feeling so intense I swear I could come again. Drake moans my name as his body jerks one last time, and then he collapses on top of me.
Our bodies are pressed together and slick with sweat. I can taste the saltiness on his lips when he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth. He kisses me softly and with so much passion my head spins. When our lips finally separate, he peeks into my eyes, his cock still buried inside me.
“I,” he says while kissing the corner of my mouth, “love,” he finishes as his lips graze my jaw, “you.”
“I love you so much, Drake.” I take a handful of his dark hair between my fingers and give it a good tug that earns me one of his sexy smirks.
After he gives me a few more tender kisses, he inches out of me. My core aches from the loss of him.
Drake rolls onto his side and hooks his arm around my back, hugging me against his side. I press my hand to his sweaty chest and sigh as he runs his fingers through my hair. This moment is absolute perfection. Everything I ever could have imagined for my first time. And with Drake, it was so much more.
“How do you feel?” he asks me, his voice so deep and guttural it sends a shiver down my arms.
“I don’t know.” I shrug against him. “Like I just had sex for the first time.” Dragging my nails along his chest, I glance up at him. “How about you? You seemed to be able to work through everything from the past.”
“At first, it was hard,” he admits. “But once you said you love me and that you trust me, I knew it would be different with you… and it was.” Drake kisses the top of my head. “I’m glad you made me wait, Taylor. You are worth every second of it.”
Tears flood my vision from his confession. “So am I. You never would have appreciated me the way you do if I gave it up right away.”
“More like I worship you,” he growls, stroking my cheek with his fingers. “And if you can handle more, I’d like to show you how much.”