CHAPTER 36
IRIS
He positions himself at my entrance, the broad head of him pressing against me, already stretching me just from that minimal contact. I tense immediately, my hands flying up to grip his shoulders.
"Breathe," he says, his hand cupping my face, his thumb stroking my cheek tenderly. "Just breathe for me, Iris, don't tense up or it'll hurt more, I need you relaxed." I try to breathe, try to relax my muscles, but he feels enormous even just pressed against me.
"Look at me," he says softly, waiting until my eyes meet his. "I'm going to take care of you, I promise, you trust me, don't you?" I nod, even though I'm terrified. He kisses my forehead, then each cheek, then my nose, gentle and reassuring. "Good girl, that's my good girl."
He pushes in slowly, just the tip, barely an inch, and the stretch makes me cry out, my nails digging into his shoulders hard enough to leave marks. "Wait," I gasp, my voice coming out strangled. "Wait, wait, it's too much, you're too big, I can't."
He stops immediately, holding completely still, every muscle in his body tense with the effort of not moving.
"I'm barely inside you, baby, you can take more than this, I know you can, your body was made for this.
" "I can't," I whimper, my body already feeling impossibly full.
"It burns, it's stretching me too much, I'm going to tear. "
"You're not going to tear," he says, kissing my temple, my cheek, my jaw. "The burn is normal, it'll fade, your body is adjusting, just breathe through it and let yourself relax, I'm right here."
He stays still for a long moment, letting me get used to just the tip of him, his hand stroking my hair, his lips pressing gentle kisses all over my face, patient and soothing. "I want you to do something for me," he says softly. "Can you do that?"
"What?" I whisper. "Look down," he says.
"I want you to watch, I want you to see yourself taking me.
" I look down between our bodies, seeing where we're joined, seeing just the tip of him inside me, my body stretched around him.
"Keep watching," he says. "I want you to see how well you take me, how beautiful you look. "
He pushes in another inch, slow and careful, and I watch it disappear inside me, the visual somehow making it more real, more intense. I cry out at the stretch, my nails dragging down his back, leaving red marks in their wake. "Ilay, stop, please, it's too big, I can't take anymore."
"Yes you can," he says firmly, kissing my forehead, my cheeks, his voice steady and reassuring even though his jaw is clenched tight. "You're doing so well, taking me so good, you're such a good girl, just a little more."
"I need help," I gasp, my body fighting against the intrusion.
"I know what you need," he says gently. "Reach down, I want you to spread yourself open for me, make it easier for your body to take me."
"What?" I ask, confused through the haze. "Put your hands here," he guides my hands down between my legs. "Spread yourself open, hold yourself wide so I can fill you properly." I do as he says, my face burning with embarrassment, using my fingers to spread myself open for him.
"That's it," he praises, kissing my cheek, my temple.
"Such a good girl, helping me, making it easier, you're doing so well.
" He slides in deeper with my help, the angle better now, my body more open to receive him, and I watch as more of him disappears inside me, inch by agonizing inch.
"Look at that," he says, his voice rough.
"Look at how well you take me, look at how your body opens up for my cock, you're perfect. "
I'm transfixed, watching him fill me, watching my body stretch to accommodate his size, unable to look away even as tears stream down my face from the intensity. "Keep your hands there," he instructs. "Keep holding yourself open while I give you more."
He pushes in further, now more than halfway, so deep I can feel him everywhere, in places I didn't know could be touched, and my hands stay where he told me to keep them, holding myself spread wide for him.
"I can't take any more," I sob, even though I can feel my body slowly stretching around him, accommodating his size despite how impossible it seems. "Please, no more, I'm too full, I'm going to break. "
"You're not going to break," he promises, kissing away my tears, his lips gentle on my cheeks, my forehead, my temples. "You're so strong, you're taking me so perfectly, I'm so proud of you, you're doing everything right."
My nails rake down his chest now, leaving long red scratches across his skin, marking him the way he's marking me.
"That's it," he groans. "Mark me, show me how much you feel, I want your marks all over me.
" He pushes in the last few inches in one slow, steady motion until he's buried completely inside me, so deep I can feel him in my stomach, filling every inch of me until there's no room for anything else.
"Look," he commands softly. "Look at how you took all of me.
" I look down and see that he's completely inside me, every inch buried deep, my hands still holding myself open around him, the sight almost too much to process.
"There," he says, his voice rough with satisfaction and restraint, his whole body trembling.
"All of me, every single inch, you took all of me so perfectly, you can let go now. "
I release my hands, letting them fall to his back, and immediately my nails dig in, scratching, leaving more marks.
"It's so much," I gasp, my body trembling around him, stretched so full I feel like I might split apart.
"Ilay, it's so much, I've never felt anything like this.
" "I know, baby, I know," he soothes, kissing my cheeks, my forehead, my nose, his lips everywhere.
"Just breathe, let your body get used to me, you're doing so good, so fucking good. "
We stay like that for what feels like an eternity, him buried deep inside me, my nails creating patterns across his back and chest, his lips pressing gentle kisses all over my face while he whispers praise and encouragement.
"How does it feel?" he asks softly, his forehead pressed to mine. "Full," I whisper, my nails digging deeper into his back. "So full, like there's no room for anything else, like you're all I can feel, all I can think about."
"Good," he says, kissing my cheek, then the other one.
"That's exactly how I want you to feel, full of me, only me, no one else will ever fill you like this, no one else will ever touch you like this.
" He starts to move then, pulling out slowly until just the tip remains, the drag of him against my walls making me gasp.
"Watch," he says. "Look down and watch me move inside you.
" I look down, watching as he pulls almost all the way out, then slides back in, the visual making everything more intense, more real.
"Don't take it all out," I say quickly, my nails scratching down his chest, leaving red lines.
"I won't," he promises, his lips kissing my temple, my cheek.
"Just getting you used to the movement, teaching your body how to take me, you're doing so well. "
The burn fades with each careful thrust, pleasure starting to build where there was only discomfort, my body learning his rhythm, and my nails continue their path across his skin, marking him, claiming him.
"That's it," he murmurs, his pace increasing slightly, kissing my forehead between words.
"There you go, you feel how good this is now?
How perfectly we fit together? Your body was made for mine, look at how well you take me.
" I can't stop watching, seeing him disappear inside me over and over, feeling every inch, my nails creating new scratches with each thrust.
"You're marking me up so good," he groans.
"I'm going to have your scratches all over me tomorrow, everyone will know I'm yours.
" I moan, my legs wrapping around his waist automatically, pulling him deeper despite how overwhelming it still feels, my nails dragging down his back again, adding to the collection of marks.
"Such a good girl," he praises, kissing my cheek, my temple, his rhythm becoming more steady, more confident now that my body is accepting him.
"Taking my cock so well, letting me fill you completely, you're perfect, so fucking perfect.
" The praise makes heat flood through me, makes me want to be good for him, makes me arch into each thrust, my nails scratching harder.
He shifts our positions suddenly, sitting back on his heels and pulling me up with him so I'm straddling his lap, the new angle making him hit even deeper, making me cry out.
"Look at us," he says, one hand cupping my face to direct my gaze downward. "Look at how deep I am, look at how your body takes me." I look down between us, seeing where we're joined, seeing him disappear inside me with each movement, the sight making me clench around him.
"Ride me," he commands gently, his hands on my hips, guiding me.
"Show me how much you want this, take what you need from me.
" I start to move, lifting myself up and sinking back down, watching the whole time, seeing myself take him over and over, the angle hitting something inside me that makes my vision blur.
"That's it, baby," he encourages, kissing my shoulder, my neck, my jaw.
"You're doing so good, riding me so well, look at how beautiful you are.
" I pick up the pace, my confidence growing, my body finding a rhythm, my nails digging into his shoulders for balance, leaving crescent marks, pleasure building fast. "Faster," he urges.
"I know you can take it faster, you're such a good girl, you can handle more. "