Juth sits up, bracing his arms next to my head, and he gazes down at me with a dazed, almost frantic look on his face, as if he's desperately trying to decide how we fit together. I slide my hands over his sides, caressing him, and rock my hips forward. His breath catches and he looks down at where we're pressed together, fascinated. As he gazes down at our bodies, he mimics my action, rocking his hips, and his cock drags through my folds.
"Oooh." I'm blown away at how good he feels. I want to close my eyes and just drown in sensation, but I don't want him to feel as if the responsibility to give me pleasure is entirely his. I'm in this, just as much as him. So I run my hands over his body. "You feel so good," I whisper to him. "I love how big your cock feels when you rub it against me like that."
He rocks his hips again, dragging his thick shaft through my folds, and it feels so good that my eyes practically cross. He rubs against me, back and forth, until we're both crazy with need. I dig my fingernails into his skin, moving my hips with his to try and increase the friction, and when he pulls back, I arch up.
The head of his cock presses against my entrance, and I whimper with need. "Just like that, Juth. Push into me. Fill your mate up."
Breath raspy, Juth ducks his head again, watching where our bodies come together, and he adjusts his cock so he can hit just the right spot. I feel the head of him breach my body, and then he pulls away, rocking against me again. "You are tight," he pants. "I do not know—"
"It's good," I promise him. "I'm going to be really tight at first, but I'll stretch to fit you. And it'll feel so good, too. Wait and see. You think it feels good to have my hands on you, wait until you're deep inside me, with my pussy clenching you tight." I've never been much of a dirty talker, usually content to let my partner take the lead, but Juth seems to need that filthy encouragement. He's too afraid of hurting me, which is sweet, but utterly misguided.
He could absolutely wreck my pussy and I would smile the entire time.
So I whisper soft, dirty words of encouragement. "You know you have the thickest cock on the beach? I bet it's so thick that it's going to feel amazing inside me. You're going to make me stretch hard to take you, aren't you? And it's going to feel so damned good."
Juth growls my name, pushing the head of his cock against the entrance to my core again. This time he presses in a little harder, and it does feel like…a lot. But it only excites me instead of worrying me. Human bodies—especially that part—can take a pounding. And right now? I absolutely want a pounding from my mate.
"You're going to make me come so hard, aren't you?" I pant as he thrusts shallowly into my body. It feels as if he's using just the tip, and it's both incredible and not nearly enough. "You're going to stuff me full of this big, fat cock and pound me until I can't see straight. Then you're going to fill me with so much come it's going to spill out of my body and get this blanket all messy."
Juth lets out a low, hungry sound of need. "Steff—"
"Do it," I encourage him. "I know you won't hurt me. You're going to make me feel good. You're going to fuck me so hard that when we're done, I'm going to walk funny. Everyone that sees me is going to know that Juth was claiming his mate and making her scream—"
He groans my name again, and then Juth pushes into me.
I let out a little cry, clinging to him. It's raw and intense, and I can feel him trembling over me. I stroke my hands over his body again, trying to show him how much I love this. "That's so good," I tell him. "You feel so good. Keep going."
"Do…you…hurt?" He grits out each word as if pained.
"No. Feels amazing." And it does. After the initial shock of his invasion, the tightness goes away and I'm left with nothing but pleasure. "I want you deeper."
He grunts, and then gives a small, hard thrust. Just when I thought I couldn't be any more full, he pushes me to the limit. He shifts his weight, settling against me, and as he does, I feel it brush against my clit—his spur. Oh. I wriggle underneath him, feeling a bit like a speared fish, testing out the feel of our joined bodies.
"Good?" I ask him, running my fingers along his jaw.