My breath hitches, and I freeze, but my body keeps sliding down, and I see stars as he takes up space inside me that was empty for so long, aching for so long, needy for so long…and yet it’s still not big enough for him.
I am not big enough for him, and it does hurt, for a minute, and I want to cry out, but I can’t, there’s no sound.
He stills my hips with his hands, his big hands, his strong grasp, and then I find my breath, and I’m gasping.
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he murmurs. “Just give it a minute. Oh God, you’re so pretty, look at you taking so much of me.”
I glance down in horror, because surely that was all of him, but no, there’s still straining cock at my entrance, and I feel totally stuffed.
“No more,” I pant, feeling half-crazed.
He groans and nods. “No more. Just this. Just ride my tip, baby. When you’re ready, just move, and I promise it feels better.”
“How?”
“Brace your hands on my chest.” He eases me forward, carefully, and this angle is better, he’s right. “Good girl. That’s it. Fuck, you’re so tight. Look at you, though. You’re doing it.”
I move my hips tentatively, and what feels like a gush of fluid shifts around where he’s lodged at my entrance. “Oh!”
“That’s a good girl,” he murmurs. “Getting even wetter for me.”
“Is that…?”
“Fucking hot? The stuff of my fantasies?” He finds my gaze and holds it. “You’re perfect. This is perfect. I want to blow my load all over you, so it’s going to get a lot messier before we clean up. Don’t worry. I’m in fucking heaven, and all I want is for you to feel the same way. Try moving.”
I laugh, and he laughs, and that makes me move a little. Which feels…good.
Really. Good.
“Oh…” I feel my eyes go wide as I try it a bit more deliberately. “Oh, yes.”
“There you go.” He relaxes his hold on my hips and skates his hands up to my breasts, stroking and squeezing my tits until I’m fucking him slowly and steadily. Each slide back down onto his length feels like it’s breaking me in half, but as soon as I pull out, I need it again.
And the look on his face? Eyelids heavy and hooded, mouth wet, lips swollen, and his cheeks dark with need?
It’s all I’ve ever dreamed of, and better than I ever imagined.
“You’re so sexy,” I whisper.
“That’s my line.”
“It’s not a line.”
“We don’t need to argue while I’m taking your virginity.”
“You’re not taking anything, I’m giving it to you.”
He laughs and drags his hand down my belly and over my mound. “If you can be bratty, I’m clearly not fucking you hard enough.”
“Nooo…” I pant as he rolls his thumb against my clit. “Oh yes. That.”
“Which is it? No or yes?”
“No, don’t fuck me harder. Yes, rub just…” Inside me, everything is coiling tight. “Yes…Jake…”
“Fuck, are you going to come?”
“Yes…” I look at him desperately, my legs shaking as my body starts to clench around his cock.