“Tell me to stop at any point. Tell me if it gets to be too much.”
I only nodded, finding it hard to breathe. My limbs shook with adrenaline and excitement. I clung to his shoulders and held my breath when he began pushing in slowly. Each time he’d get a little further and I began to ache with wanting. I knew it would hurt, but I just wanted to feel him inside me. I needed it.
A pinch of pain had me wincing and he pulled back, but only to push back in until I winced again.
He moved a hand to my cheek. “Open your eyes.”
I did as he demanded and with our eyes locked, he pushed in all the way. It burned and my body went rigid, but he stayed still for me to adjust. When my muscles began to relax he pulled back just a bit before pushing back in. My muscles stayed tight as he moved slowly inside me. Despite the burn, my heart was ready to explode. It thundered in my chest with each small movement. Erik was inside me. Tears burned the backs of my eyes and he froze.
“Am I hurting you? Do you want me to stop?”
I shook my head on the pillow as a few tears leaked out down my temples. “No. Please. I’m just…You were right. It’s so much pleasure.”
“Relax your muscles, baby.” His hand moved to my thigh and massaged, slowly easing the tension. “Tell me if anything feels wrong.”
“This is perfect, Erik.”
He bowed his head and attacked my lips, nipping and sucking at them, as he pushed in all the way. I cried out, but he swallowed the sound.
“More,” I groaned against his lips. The burn shifted to a fire that grew until it consumed my whole body and I wanted more. I wanted him to take his pleasure, I wanted to watch him come inside me.
He picked up the pace and while it still hurt, it wasn’t as sharp. It became more of a dull throb. Any time I tensed, he would rub at my legs and slow down until I relaxed again. Sweat beaded along his brow and his muscles bunched under my searching hands. I gripped his shoulder and dug my nails in, holding him to me as his hips thrust faster.
He’d go from kissing me like he was starving to licking at any piece of my skin he could reach. I was unable to stop my hips from rising to meet his when he sucked on my nipples. I could have done this forever. The pleasure didn’t peak like it had when he ate me out, but it was there, a thrum under the surface that had me eager for more. He began to lose his rhythm. He stared down at me and he pushed in harder each time until finally he dropped his forehead to mine and groaned, holding himself inside me as he came.
He pressed soft kisses to my lips between his gasping breaths before he slowly slipped out and fell to my side.
“Holy fuck, you’re tight.”
I laughed. It started small and then grew until my whole body was shaking and he was laughing too. He rolled over to wrap his arms around me and kiss me.
“Let me clean up.”
He stood and went to the bathroom while I shamelessly ogled his backside. I heard the water running before he came back out. I repeated the ogling process to his frontside, cocking my head to the side as I analyzed his softened cock.
“It’s really crushing my ego with you staring at my dick with that narrow-eyed look.”
“Sorry,” I laughed. “I’ve never seen a fully soft penis before.”
He shook his head and smiled, climbing back up on the bed between my legs. “Let me clean you up.”
I tensed again when he dragged the washcloth down my thighs and across my pussy. I watched as he wiped away the blood and pressed the warm cloth to my opening.
“I’m sorry you didn’t come. It may be the first time I haven’t been able to get someone off.”
I shrugged. “I hear it’s normal.”
“It won’t always be.” He tossed the towel aside and moved to lay flat on the bed, his head in perfect line with my pussy. “Let me kiss it better. I want you to come.”
He didn’t move to touch me until I nodded my head. I wasn’t going to turn down more pleasure from him.
He licked me softly, sucking each of my folds in his mouth. Easing his tongue into my slit, he dragged up until he was circling my bud. He pulled back with a smirk and moved to kiss up my thighs back to my center where he repeated the process.
My hips thrust up when he brought me close to the edge only to pull back. “Erik,” I cried. “Please.”