Braxton inhaled, then exhaled just as slowly as he started to push into me. The shock of pain was instant, the sensation of being full almost unbearable. I gritted my teeth but refused to show my discomfort. I could see how intently he watched me, and I knew if I acted like it was too painful, he’d stop. I didn’t want that.
“Keep relaxing for me, baby.”
I nodded, licked my lips, and tried in vain to do what he said. I knew it would make this easier, but my body was tight and tense at the sudden foreign feeling that consumed me.
He moaned, “So good. So tight. So wet and hot.”
The stretching and burning sensations were intense, but when he was fully inside me, I finally sucked in a lungful of air, relaxed a bit, and felt some of the tension leave me.
And then he was sliding all the way in, stilling, and giving me time to fully adjust to him. He braced his elbows on either side of my head and cupped both sides of my face before leaning down and kissing me. My pussy clenched hard around his length, and we both gasped.
“Amelia… baby,” he said softly but harshly and rested his forehead against mine. “You do that again and I'm going to come.” For long moments, he stayed like that, his forehead pressed to mine, our breathing even yet anxious.
“I need you to move inside me, Braxton,” I whispered and rose up just slightly so I could kiss him. “I want you.”
He kissed me again and again, and on the third press of his lips to mine, he started moving back and forth in me, slow and easy at first. The broad head of his dick stretched my unused muscles, sending fire through me. He did this over and over until I was sweating and the discomfort was starting to turn into something fiercer.
With every inch he sank into me, I felt filled, claimed.
“Yes,” I whispered. “God, it feels incredible.” The pain was still there, but it was fading into the background as the pleasure of being with Braxton took precedence.
I lifted my head and looked down the length of my body, a small amount of space separating our chests so I could see his cock as he pulled out, then pushed back in. Pulled out. Pushed back in. The massive, long, thick length of him was glossy from my pussy cream, but I also saw streaks of my virgin blood covering his cock.
“You feel that, Amelia?”
I could only nod, not knowing where my voice went.
“This is me making you mine. I can’t let you go. I won’t ever let you go, Amelia.” He sounded delirious, as if he couldn't control what he said.
But I didn't want to stop him, didn’t want his words censored or filtered. The play of muscles that rippled along his shoulders and biceps, over his chest and lower abdomen, spoke of his strength, spoke of his masculinity. It made me feel so very feminine.
He pulled out slowly and pushed back in. Over and over he did this, slow and easy thrusts to get me used to his size, to the penetration. And as the seconds moved by, and the longer he stared into my eyes as he penetrated me back and forth, his hips swinging in an even pace, the more I saw something shift behind his expression.
His cock slid in and out of me, his hips starting to move faster, to pick up speed. That tightly wound cord of control he had was slowly unraveling from his pleasure. And then his hips were slapping against mine, and the sound of wet flesh filled the room.
“Christ.” He pushed himself up, leaning back on his haunches, and slid his hands along my inner thighs, pushing them farther apart. I could do nothing but curl my hands around the sheets to hold on.
He stared down at where he was sinking into me, this transfixed, mesmerized expression written all over him. When he lifted his gaze back to mine, he said hoarsely, “Look at that, baby. You see how I’m fucking taking you? You see how I’m making you mine?”
I nodded, unable to speak, and just acted. I braced my upper body on my elbows so I was able to stare down at where our bodies met once again. God, the ecstasy rose in me hard. Braxton pulled his cock almost all the way out, stayed there for a second, as if he wanted to tease and torment me. He placed his thumb on my clit instead of pushing back into me like I so desperately wanted. He moved the bundle of nerves back and forth, and before I could stop myself or even understand what was happening, I exploded in pleasure for him.
Sparks of lights flashed behind my now closed lids, moving through my body, and I arched my back, unable to stop myself. I cried out as the pleasure was just too much to contain. And the entire time, Braxton didn’t relent as he thrust in and out of me, drawing my climax to the peak, then keeping it there until I couldn’t breathe. I was dying. This was what your soul leaving you felt like.