“Are you ready?”
He is hovering over me, his thick manhood poised to enter me, the head of him pressing against my soft, wet lips. I am ready because he has made me ready. I need him. I need him so badly I feel as though I might die if I cannot have him.
I nod nervously and Orion surges slowly forward, pushing inside me inexorably.
I feel the stretching. My resistance is natural, but it tears away under the pressing of his cock. I feel his flesh entering my body. I know, in an instant, what it means to be woman, to feel my body expand and take another inside me. A thousand feelings and emotions overwhelm me all at once as that moment of penetration stretches on into what seems like eternity.
He is hot. He is powerful. He is hard. He is everything.
“Look at me,” he murmurs gently, his fingers directing my chin so I look up into his eyes. I see his soul laid bare before me. The rough outlaw is inside me, but the man behind that creature is looking at me now with unbridled honesty. I see the metal arm where that unnatural part of his body meshes with his skin, and I know that there was pain, and that pain is why he will not speak of it.
I thought sex was a meeting of meat, but it is so much more than that. I feel our minds touching. I feel his spirt entering mine, and mine meeting his. We are becoming something new, together, as he moves slowly inside me at first, letting my tender flesh acclimate to this new role.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs. “You’re perfect.”
I let out unending whimpers and moans. I can’t find words anymore, not with my thighs trembling, drawn up close to my body, my lower legs wrapped around the small of his back as he surges inside me over and over, delivering me into a perfect, senseless ecstasy.
My legs wrap around his waist, my hips opening up to allow him deeper. With every thrust, my body acclimates more until he is sliding in and out of me with ease, the thick ridge of his rod pleasuring the places inside me I did not know I had.
He kisses me, his tongue conquering my mouth at the same time his thick cock conquers my sex. Virginity is nothing but a dream now, purity a distant lie. I feel myself coming to full life in his arms, my hips grinding up against his to try to get him deeper, harder, longer. I am greedy for his love, and in the end it is he who holds me back, turning me so I am on the ground, my wrists pinned above my head.
“Easy girl,” he drawls, keeping his cock deep inside me. “No need to get so frantic.”
He pulls out of me in a devastatingly slow withdrawal. I can feel every inch of him leaving me bereft of his hot flesh, and then he surges back inside with the same slow motion, an intense look of complete dominant possession on his handsome face, and those eyes consuming me with their lustful hunger.
I am being loved, worshipped, taken, defiled, cherished, claimed all at once. My quivering thighs and the sounds coming from my mouth are the desperate utterances of a woman giving herself over to sensation. Sense has left me. Logic and reason have fled. I am nothing but an animal in search of the perfect carnal release only Orion can give.
He keeps me in place for what seems like an eternity. The cool metal of his grasp feels faintly like manacles around my wrists, but my flesh soon heats them and they are not cold. His other hand roams my body, cups my breasts, taunts and pinches my nipples lightly as the thick rod of his fleshy sword makes its way in and out of me, gliding with devastating ease in and out of my body.
This is such a base act, and yet it feels as though I am being lifted out of my body. How can I feel like simple meat and a transcendent creature all at the same time? And why was I so afraid to do this? This is pleasure unlike any I have ever imagined. This is coupling, he and me combined together in a single organism which will exist only for a short time, but in that time I will be elevated beyond what I was, a shy little virgin who didn’t know what she was capable of.
“Good girl,” Orion praises me as my hips roll with a sinuous motion, accepting his cock without demanding it so greedily.
He draws out of me and slides the thickness of his cock over my puffy wet slit, the hot head of him finding that devastatingly tender bud which hides between my lower lips. I let out a soft mewl, feeling stretched and bereft. My insides will never be the same. I will ache for him forever, or so it I think right now, tossed on rough carnal seas, my sex teased by this outlaw who knows my body better than I do.