5. Stephie
STEPHIE
Dane Bridger said please. He said please, to me.
His weight on top of me is safety and desire like I’ve never felt. And Dane’s expression, lit by the glow of the fire, is something I’ve dreamed of. Fierce and tender and entirely focussed on me. He’s unbelievably beautiful.
And hard. His whole body is as hard as the floor beneath me, but with heat. He’s resting on his forearms, and the long, thick bar of his cock presses onto my inner thigh, making me squirm with need.
He sways as he holds himself on one arm, and for a second, I don’t know what he’s going to do.
Though, I don’t care that much. All my dreams are coming true, so the details don’t matter.
And then I realise he’s undoing the clasps and zips that keep his trousers up, and the silky material of his underwear brushes against my inner leg. My heart rate spikes.
We’re really doing this, and he begged me.
He groans and touches his forehead to mine as he brings his mouth down and kisses me. Wet. Passionate. Part lips, some tongue, a nip of teeth.
Then his cock presses along my thigh, bare. I gasp at the sensation. It’s hard, and smooth. And if I thought his clothing was fine and silken? His skin is another level. And when his cock pushes up into the crevice at the gap between my legs, I open. I invite him. I need him.
“Stephie. Princess.” He notches the thick, rounded head of his erection where I’m soaked, and still tingling with that pleasure he gave me.
His eyes bore into me, dark on one side, and gleaming gold in the firelight on the other.
I’m not sure what to do, but I try to get my hands on his skin as best I can.
To feel him and remember this. These seconds before Dane Bridger takes my virginity and makes me his, after all this time of pining for him.
I spread my legs wider, and he groans as he slides further into my soft folds, but he doesn’t push in. Almost as though he’s savouring this moment like I am.
“Yes,” I say again.
He brings his arm back up to beside my head, bracing himself more firmly, and takes a strand of my hair between his thumb and fingers, dragging it slowly out.
“I can’t believe…” he says brokenly, and then his lips are on mine, and he surges forwards, splitting me open.
It’s a good job we’re kissing, because otherwise he’d know for sure that this is my first time.
I cry out because he’s huge. He’s breaking me, stretching me out beyond the point I’d think I could manage.
But I keep him to me, kissing him back even as pain splinters my pussy.
Everything but him and the place where we’re joining, fades away. No cold stone floor, no snow, no danger. He’s hot and enormous, and I don’t know if I’ll survive being stretched like this.
I breathe through it as he keeps going, bigger and thicker and all-encompassing. The discomfort doesn’t get worse. It gets easier. The largest part of his cock must be the head, and I must be narrowest at the entrance, because once he’s past there, there’s fullness and pleasure swelling.
“You’re heaven, princess. Soft and wet and so tight. You feel so good,” he mutters, as he withdraws, then sinks in deeper.
“Dane.” It’s only that word I can say. “Dane.”
Whatever I thought this would be like? It’s different.
We’re not even naked, but it’s so intimate having him in me and over me.
I imagined it would be a simple, one-dimensional thing, but it’s not.
There are dozens of places pinging for my attention.
His kisses to my lips. The pleasure and hurt of where we’re joined.
The presence of his big chest over my little one.
The parts I can manage to touch of him. The heat of his skin on mine and of his cock inside me.
The scent of woodsmoke and sweat and after shave.
The taste of salt, and of his mouth. It’s a clamour of sensations that are overwhelming and make my heart expand.
“I never want to leave this pussy. You’re so perfect,” he says hoarsely, and I melt from his praise.
He’s slow but certain as he withdraws from me and then slides back in. My clit twitches as he bottoms out and his moan shimmers down my spine.
And with every thrust of his hips, it feels better. It’s as though sparks ignite where we join. The pressure from his cock on the underside of my clit is delicious.
I whine, unable to make complete words, and shift experimentally, trying to get him deeper. My shoes have fallen off, so it’s not all that difficult to wriggle out of one leg of my trousers and knickers—I can’t think about the fact my boss took off my white knickers—and lift my knees.
“Fuck!” he groans. “That’s it.”
I can’t speak. He’s right. That’s exactly the spot. As he withdraws, the top of his erection drags over a sensitive edge of my pussy, and it’s heaven. Then as he rams back into me, harder and faster, the pleasure he gave me earlier with his fingers reignites.
This time, my body recognises it. It’s quicker, stoked by Dane’s passion and the fierce expression on his face. That and the hardening and swelling of his already enormous cock inside me.
I don’t even need my clit touched. Something about the angle is forcing more and more pleasure into me with every stroke.
Clenching his cock with my inner muscles as best I can—as though I could hold on to him like this—I pull at the bliss, coaxing it to rise.
“You feel so good,” he grits out, sounding on the edge of sanity. “My good girl.”
And perhaps that’s it. His praise might be what breaks me open. I’ve given Dane my virginity. I didn’t know I was waiting for him, but it’s evident now that there was never anyone for me but Dane.
Holding onto him with all I’m worth, pleasure sweeps over me, flowing out from my clit and where we join. I convulse, unable to hold myself together as ecstasy covers me like deep water.
And through it, I feel him come too. He thrusts in hard, his face creasing, brows low and intense.
He’s gorgeous, and in this moment, he’s all mine.
He’s inside me, pumping into me, and I’m the cause of that rough moan that tears from his throat.
The sensation of him filling me in reams, his cock jumping with each, is intimate.
It’s vulnerable for both of us. I’m open to him, and he’s giving me everything of himself.
It’s a bond so strong I know it’s unbreakable. With his eyes on me through the shadows, I’m a queen, and he’s my king. We’re together. This understanding is soul deep, and we’re both rocked by our connection.
Then his head drops to my shoulder, his weight is heavy on me, and I’m squashed in the best way. My orgasm flickers, continuing in sync with Dane’s micro movements. He’s buried right in me.
We don’t move for a long time. I close my eyes.
“Stephie. My good girl,” he murmurs. Then he stiffens. “I’m squashing you.”
“It’s ok—” In a second, he’s flipped us over again and I’m on top of him, but a bit unstable.
I giggle, and happiness courses through me. Dane’s cock slides out and I bite my lip to stop the protest at the loss.
“Mmm.” Dane sounds as content as I feel as he rearranges me on him, though it’s odd. We’re beneath the blankets, and cold bites at my toes where I slid off my shoes. Both of us are undressed only at the waist and below. Dane’s trousers are rough on my calves.
We’re not naked. I always thought sex would be naked.
Wetness dribbles down my inner thigh, and it takes me a few seconds to realise what it is, unfamiliar as this whole situation is.
I attempt to stop it by clenching between my legs.
But my movements are groggy from my orgasm that’s still making everything feel fine.
Even when I reach down to try to hold it in, it’s useless.
“What is it?” asks Dane sleepily.
I’m pushing his come back into my pussy when his hand covers mine, slippery with our combined juices. He doesn’t help, seeming to relish it, our fingers playing together as though in slow-motion.
“I’m making a mess,” I mutter, embarrassed.
“Don’t care,” he murmurs, barely coherent, his hand slipping up to cup my naked bottom. He’s slurring. Maybe that’s normal after sex, because I feel exhausted too. Sleep is threatening to drag me under.
I have a brief moment of concern that we haven’t used protection. But it’s all spilling out of me. Yes, there’s an outrageous amount, but if it’s not in me, I can’t get pregnant.
A pang goes through me. More’s the pity.
Dane’s breathing evens out, though his arms remain around me. Holding me tight even as he falls asleep.
For a moment, I have this fear that I shouldn’t let this go.
And then I’m sliding into sleep. On top of the man who I gave my virginity. The man I love. My boss. The kingpin of Beckton.