A red-hot lance of pain had the world flickering out for long moments, squeezing a cry from her very depths, before other sensations surged back in a rush, none she’d ever felt before. Fullness, completion.
Her eyes fluttered open to find him turned to stone on top of her, his eyes wild with worry.
“You’re a... You were a... It’s your first time!”
Quivering inside and out, the last thing she wanted was to talk, her mind unraveling with the feel of him filling her. But she had to answer his strangled exclamation. “You do remember me saying I was pathetically inexperienced, don’t you?”
His distress ebbed, tenderness replacing it. “Oh, yes, I do. Dio mio, you’re a surprise a second. Make that a shock a second. I didn’t think you meant...that.”
“What else did you think I meant?”
“I didn’t think. I basically can’t think around you.”
Then he started withdrawing from her depths, making her feel he was turning her inside out.
“No!” She clung to him with her arms and legs, tried to drag him back inside her. “Don’t go. Don’t stop. ”
Throwing his head back, he squeezed his eyes. “I’m only trying not to lose my mind here, mi amore, in consideration of your...state of inexperience. Don’t make it impossible.” He opened his eyes. “I’d only stop if you wanted me to.”
Emptiness threatening to engulf her, she thrust her hips upward, impaling herself on his massive girth, uncaring about the chafing pain, even needing it. “I’d die if you stopped.”
His groan was pained, as if she’d hurt him, too. “Stopp
ing would probably finish me, as well. For real.”
She thrust up again, crying out as he stretched her, the sensation making her delirious.
His hand combed through her hair, dragged her down by its tether to the mattress, pinning her there. Her heart shook her like an earthquake as she crushed herself against him. “Don’t hold back. I love the way you feel inside me. I love it. Fill me, hurt me until you make it better.”
“Si, amore, I’ll make it so much better.” He cupped her hips in both hands, tilted them into a cradle for his own, then slowly thrust inside her to the hilt.
It was beyond overwhelming, being full of him. The reality, the meaning and carnality of it, rocked her essence.
He withdrew again, and she cried out at the unbearable loss, urged him to sink back into her. He resisted her pleas, taking his time, resting at her entrance before he thrust back inside her. Then again, and again. Slow, measured, making her cry out hot gusts of passion and open herself wider with every plunge.
Holding her gaze, he watched her intently, avidly, adjusting his movements to her every moan and grimace, waiting for pleasure to fully submerge the pain. He kept her at a fever pitch, caressing her all over, sucking her breasts, draining her lips, raining wonder over her. “Perfetto, amore, inside and out. Everything about you is perfect.”
Her body soon rewarded his patience and expertise. It gushed readiness and pleasure over him, demanding everything he could give her.
“Antonio, I need everything now, please.”
“Si, bellezza, everything.” His groan reverberated in her mouth as he drove his tongue inside her to his plunging rhythm, quickening both.
Everything within her tightened unbearably, her depths rippling around him, reaching for that elusive something, something way beyond orgasm, nothing she’d ever attained, but that she felt she’d perish if she didn’t have now.
No longer coherent, she begged him, over and over. “Please, Antonio, please.”
But he understood, knew she couldn’t bear the buildup anymore. “Si, amore, ora. Now I give you all the pleasure this divine body of yours can withstand.”
Tilting her up toward him, he hammered inside her with a force and cadence that rattled the whole world, dismantled her every cell. He breached her to her womb on each plunge until he detonated the coil of desperation in her deepest recess.
Convulsions tore through her, clamping her inner muscles around him as her insides splintered with pleasure too agonizing to register, then to bear, then to bear having it end.
But it didn’t end. It went on and on as he gave her more and more, until finally she cried out with his each jarring thrust.
Then came a moment she’d replay in her memory forever. The sight of him as he climaxed inside her.
Her orgasm intensified as he threw his head back to bellow his own pleasure. He fed her convulsions with his, his release so fierce she felt it through the barrier, making her sob with the need to feel its hot surges filling her.