I’m her first.
It shouldn’t matter, and I’d love her the same if I wasn’t, but knowing I’m the one to take her innocence gives me savage pride. It gives me a masculine thrill so primal I can barely acknowledge it to myself.
“Mine,” I growl into her neck. Softly. I’m not sure my girl is ready to hear that I’m so possessive of her. But she is mine. I won’t let her go. She’s given herself to me and honestly, all I want is to claim her again and again until she’s so replete with pleasure she won’t ever think of being anywhere but by my side.
“Yours,” she whispers so gently I’m not certain I heard her correctly.
I thrust in and out of her sweet tight hole, trying to be careful, but she’s arching into me, urging me on. Her arms around my shoulders, nails digging into my back. If my little wildcat claws me as she comes I’d wear those scars with more pride than any of the ones from fights.
“Sebastian,” she moans my name and that goes straight to my cock.
“Tell me,” I demand. “Tell me how my thick cock feels in your little virgin pussy, Jeanette.”
She whimpers and tightens around me and I almost laugh. Oh she likes that does she?
“Tell me how it feels to be taken by the man who waited for you. Who always was meant to have you.”
“Yes,” she moans. “It was always you. I just didn’t realise, couldn’t see how we were always the right fit.”
And fit we do. Perfectly. I adjust the angle so I’m thrusting deeper, and it’s entirely different to the slow slide I made as I first entered her and took her virginity. Controlled still, but more intense. Faster and more.
“I’m going to fill you up, angel. I want to put a baby in you.”
Shit. That slipped out. But I can’t take it back and I won’t.
There’s a heartbeat of time when I think this is all over and I’ve fucked up and this will all stop. She’ll say it’s all too fast and there’ll be more waiting or maybe she’ll decide I’m too obsessed with her.
The air is thick honey, suffocatingly sweet. This pleasure might kill me if I can’t have it again. If Jeanette doesn’t want the same things I do, if she doesn’t choose forever this might be my end.
Her heels find my buttocks and her legs cross at my waist and she’s pulling me to her.
“Yes. Yes, more.”
She clenches around my length and goddamn I can breathe again. And it wasn’t like I stopped, but the energy that flows through me now is molten gold.
“Make me yours in every way.”
I give in.
One second I’m being careful, the next, I’m grasping her hip and thrusting into her hard and fast.
“This is mine,” I tell her. “No man will ever touch you, or do this to you. I’ll destroy anyone who tries. You are all fucking mine, and I’ll mark you with my come every day, so you can’t forget.”
She whines and I feel her nod, her lips moving against mine in acceptance. My blood roars.
I pound her into the mattress, holding nothing back. There is only her and me, joined.
Inside her. Where I’m meant to be. The slide of our bodies together is a magic unlike anything I’ve ever felt and I have to make her come, because I can’t hold out. I’m going to come inside her, fill her with my seed, and it’s impossible to stop.
I reach between us and the moment my fingers stroke her clit she shudders and cries out, pulsing around my cock. I don’t know whether it’s the sound of her pleasure ringing in my ears or the feel of her coming on my cock that sends me over, but I’m coming with her, pushed by the knowledge I’ve satisfied my girl.
It’s all-encompassing. I’m wracked, emptying myself into her. She grips me everywhere throughout. My cock, waist, shoulders. Like she’ll never let me go.
The pleasure of her body is only half of it though. Yes, being with Jeanette is like finding the broken edges of myself slot perfectly with hers. Yes, she’s unutterably beautiful and I want her to come on my cock time after time. I want to feel her tipping me into orgasm. But as the shocks of coming ease, it’s my heart that doesn’t recover.
I’m gone for her like a black hole is gone for light. I’ll gobble up every part of Jeanette she’ll allow me to have. I’ll give and take pleasure with her until there’s nothing left of either of us but stardust and longing.
I kiss her throat, I rub my cheek against her jaw. I gently nip her ear and when she giggles and tries to pull me closer, even though I’m lying on top of her. She struggles to get me to rest my full weight on her, and I protest that I’ll crush her.
She holds me to her anyway.
Trapping her slight body under mine is better than it ought to be.
