Sweet Dandelion

I sniffle, feeling like a wuss, but that shit was painful. I always thought people were being dramatic about it when they spoke about it hurting, people liked to dramatize lots of things so I thought this was no different.

Wrong.

“Breathe, it’ll ease up, baby.”

I shake my head back and forth. “Too big, you’re too big.”

He chuckles, pressing his lips to the corner of mine. “Breathe.”

I do as he says, taking a couple of deep breaths. Some of the pain eases, lessening with each inhale. My body relaxes, adjusting to his size and the new fullness.

“Better?” he whispers, holding his weight above my body. I drop my eyes down, seeing how he’s fitted inside me completely.

I give a slow nod. “Yeah, just…” My hands grip his biceps. “Go slow.”

He doesn’t move for a moment longer, and then he drags out slowly. My fingers tighten around his arms, my nails digging into his skin, but he doesn’t flinch.

“Breathe, Dani,” he reminds me when I hold my breath again.

I nod, blowing out the air imprisoned in my lungs.

I watch him pull out again a little before pushing in. He rocks in and out, letting my body continue to adjust to him.

After a few minutes I beg, “More.”

“More?”

“More,” I confirm.

He pulls out further and it’s impossible not to miss the bit of red staining the condom. He looks down, seeing it too and groans out, “Fuck, that’s hot.”

He rolls his hips back into mine. My back arches and a low moan leaves my throat. It’s beginning to feel good. Not great, but I’m getting turned on again. My nipples pebble from the growing pleasure and he bends, flicking his tongue over first one, then the other, before sucking the left into his mouth fully.

“Holy fuck,” I cry, the sensation sending a pulse straight to my core. When my pussy clenches his cock a sound rumbles in his throat.

I run my hands over the smattering of chest hair on his pecs, down over his abs. I want to see and feel all of him. I want to cherish every moment of this, memorize it so I can play it over and over, the way it feels to have Lachlan inside me.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” He peppers kisses from my neck over my breasts. My body arches up into him. “I love you.” He grabs my hands, our fingers linking together beside my head. “I love you,” he confesses again, over and over as he makes love to me.

I want to dig my fingers into his back, but I can’t, so I squeeze his hands in mine.

“I love you,” I whisper back in the dark.

God, the dark. It’s always the dark with us isn’t it? A place to hide? A place to feel? The darkness is our safe haven where we can let our guard down.

“You feel so good, Dani. Better than I dreamed.” His lips brush my ear with every word.

“You’ve dreamed about this?” I voice softly.

He nods against me, his head buried into my neck. “More than I ever fucking should have.”

“Kiss me,” I beg, and he does.

His tongue thrusts into my mouth and I moan, because it’s like he’s making love to my mouth and my pussy at the same time. A little whimper echoes from my throat.

Letting my hands go, he rises up, gripping my hips. “God you feel like heaven and hell wrapped in one. You’re my sin and my salvation.”

I wrap my legs around his hips, and whisper a quiet, “Harder.”