I’m soclose.
I’d thought his mouth on my body was wiping away the stains from those that had touched me. It had, but he’d written himself right into my soul at the same time.
He derails my drunken thoughts by pressing his cock gently to my entrance, and I gasp in surprise. He kisses me immediately, swallowing my noise. But it’s a deeper, slower kiss and his tongue moves like a sweet caress around my mouth.
He’s being… tender?
Is he taking care because I’m a virgin?
My heart swells in my chest and I shift against the counter. I want to be as close as possible; I want to be as connected to him as I can get. The pressure around my wrist relaxes a fraction as his cock presses firmer against my core. I curl my fingers and press my breasts against his chest. I want to feel every part of him as he has felt every part of me.
He continues to move slow, controlled movements that lack the all-consuming roughness he devoured me with earlier. He parts the kiss, and I cry out, torn between sensations. I’m flying high, drunk on him and the affections he’s lit across my body, and that fire drives my desire. But the pressure of his length entering me causes an ache I’ve never experienced before, andthatmakes me want to buck down on his cock.
“Fuck,” he moans breathily, holding himself just above me. I can see the pleasure and concentration weaving gently around his face. “You’re so fuckingtight.” His hips roll and his cock presses deeper still causing a stab of pain to lance through my core. My muscles ache against the intrusion, but it’s a distant sensation compared to the prickling heat that pulls my focus. My skin still sings from his marks, my core still vibrates from such a powerful orgasm, and I’m losing myself in his dark, grounding eyes.
I don’t realize he’s fully sheathed until he gasps softly and then moans so deeply it makes my heart stutter frantically in my chest. It’s an alien sensation, and despite the fullness, I’m suddenly hyper-aware of my legs as he nestles in between my thighs. I part them a little wider and my legs dangle off the edge of the counter, framing his waist.
I’m so full. He’s locked inside me like hebelongsthere, and nothing’s going to tear us apart.
A warm haze descends, and Killian’s face looks softer in a way I’ve never seen before. He looks gentle…in the same way he’d looked rather cute when I startled him earlier. I can’t contain the soft smile that creeps over my swollen lips as I stare up at him, and when he smiles back, my heart sings.
Then he starts to move.
Slowly at first, his hips shift against mine, and I can’t contain a wince as the position swells the ache in my core. Killian’s brow creases, and his free hand brushes against my thigh.
“Up,” Killian instructs firmly, and I blink owlishly up at him, so lost to the sensation of being split open that I don’t understand what he’s saying. “--around my hips,” he commands again.
My legs?Oh.
Following his guidance, I lift my legs from where they frame his waist and hook them around his hips. Immediately the ache inside me eases, and I let out a grateful breath. As his cock shifts inside me, coaxing my body to open up to him more, I test the strength of his grip. It’s unrelenting, and a whine of frustration bubbles up my throat. I want totouchhim. I want to feel his heartbeat under my own tongue; I want to trace my own marks into his hot skin. However, instead, he keeps me pinned here, one hand still restraining my wrists above my head and the other tight on my hip, keeping my body still. He’s denying my desires. Why?
To tease me? Control me?
With nothing else to touch, my focus is honed in on his cock, spearing deep into my wet pussy, carving a home and weaving pain and pleasure into a ball so tight I can’t tell the difference. I greedily shift my hips down; if I can’t touch him, then I want more of this.
Killian’s breathy laughter breaks through my focus. He lightly strokes his free hand over my abdomen and up to my breasts like the caress of a gentle lover. My heart leaps as he tweaks at my bitten nipples, and my whole torso jolts sharply at the sensation. It’s like he’s studying me, watching my every movement as if my thoughts are written across my skin for him to see.
Then his hand is around my throat again, pulling me from my thoughts, pulling me from my focus on his thick cock, and I’m suddenly very breathlessly present within his dark eyes. Each of his careful thrusts tears me open again and again like he’s pushing himself deeper into my body and claiming it as his own, turning my mind to mush.
I can’t think; I can’t breathe steadily. It’s unlike anything I’ve experienced before. I part my lips, desperate for a kiss orsomething, any kind of contact where I can taste him, when a pulse of pleasure cascades through me so suddenly that I moan silkily in surprise.
It seems to be what he was waiting for, a sign I’m enjoying it.
A second later, his grip tightens on my wrists and throat. My eyes are shunted wide open as his next powerful movement thrusts his cock into meharderthan I expect. I jolt from the force but being pinned, there’s nowhere to go, and my breasts bounce. Pain stabs through me, sharper than the ache, but I lose that sensation almost immediately as his next greedy thrust blurs that line between pleasure and pain.
I can’t tell which is which but fuck, it feels good.
His rhythm increases, and the force of his thrusts force gawking sounds right out of my mouth. I don’t try to hide them, hungrily moaning out into the air we share until he crashes his mouth desperately to mine and devours me once more.
It’s like his cock is a puppet master and my body his puppet.
“Fuck,” he groans roughly into my mouth, kissing me passionately as we roll together. His voice is deeper than I’ve ever heard before. The hand around my throat leaves to paw at my breast, twisting my nipple and clawing at my flesh. The sensations force a tidal wave of pleasure and pain higher, flooding through with every single one of his demanding thrusts.
He pounds into me harder, like a man starved, carving a home for his cock inside my willing body. Then he releases my wrists, and I moan in relief, immediately seeking out a handhold on his shoulders. He pulls me up against his chest, winding one hand tightly into my hair and jerking my head back, exposing my throat to his thirsty mouth, while the other presses against the small of my back to support me as he fucks me.
I eagerly claw my fingers into his shoulders, digging my nails into the thick muscle for something to hold onto. He’s hot like iron against me, but it’s addictive, and if there was a way for me to claw my way inside, I’d be there.
“K-Killian!” His name claws from my throat like a prayer. There it is. The tell-tale tightening and heat building in my pelvis. He’s fucking me right to the edge and I’m lost to it.