Chapter 11 Adrian
W armth. Softness. Mia has shifted, curling up against me, her arm draped over my chest, her face nestled against my shoulder. My heart stutters, and I fight the urge to pull her closer. I shouldn’t. I should move, put some space between us, keep this boundary intact. But I don’t.
Instead, I watch her, taking in the delicate features softened by sleep, the way her hair spills over my shoulder. There’s something innocent, almost fragile in the way she breathes, her face so close I can feel her breath against my skin.
Then, she stirs, her long black lashes fluttering. Her eyes open, a little hazy, and she glances up at me, her hand instinctively pressing against my chest. Her lips part, and before I can say anything, she leans forward, placing a soft, tentative kiss on my chest.
“Mia,” I murmur, my voice rough, fighting the urge to let this go further. “You don’t want this. Not with me. You’ll regret it.”
Her gaze focuses as she blinks away the sleep from her eyes. “I know exactly what I want, Adrian. I’ve spent my whole life avoiding men from our world, but…” She hesitates, her cheeks flushing, “...I’ve dreamt of you. Not just tonight. So many times over the last few years since we first met. I never forgot you. You were always someone who was out of reach for me. But I still fantasized and compared every man I met against you. If something happens to me, I don’t want to leave this world without knowing passion. Without knowing you.”
I groan, my resolve to keep her at a distance starts to crumble. She has no idea how much her words slay me. Because they reflect so much of what I’ve felt for her over the years.
Before I can say anything, she moves closer, pressing her lips to mine. Her kiss is soft, unhurried, but full of purpose. I let myself sink into it, and the kiss deepens, our hands exploring, discovering. She’s a mixture of innocence and fire, a dangerous combination that’s undoing me completely.
I pull back, my voice barely a whisper. “Mia… I don’t have protection. And… I don’t want to hurt you.”
Her gaze is steady, unwavering. “I have an IUD,” she says, her cheeks tinged pink, but her tone is firm. “I didn’t want any accidents, especially in our world.”
Her admission sends a jolt through me, and any remaining reservations crumble. I’m careful, gentle as I lower her onto the bed, taking my time, kissing every inch of her, letting her body respond, letting her relax, letting her know exactly what’s coming. I want her to be ready. I need her to know she can trust me.
Our breaths mingle, her lips soft and full beneath mine. I kiss her deeply, savoring the taste of her, my hands exploring her curves with reverence. My fingers trace a path down her neck, feeling her shiver as I graze the sensitive skin. I kiss along her jaw, down to the hollow of her throat, lingering there as she tilts her head back, giving herself over to my touch.
I reach under her shirt, reaching for her rounded full breast, massaging the luscious soft warmth while at the same time flicking my thumb over her hardening nipple. She gasps, her back arching into me, and I feel her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer. Her skin is warm, smooth, and every inch of her is responsive, each kiss and touch drawing out soft whimpers, heightening her anticipation.
My hand slides over the flat of her stomach, feeling the way her muscles tense under my touch, then lower, tracing the curve of her hip. I can feel the heat radiating from her, her body begging for more, and I take my time, savoring each soft sigh and every tremor. Then I decide it might be best to let her lead the way.
“Touch me. I want you to be in control for your first time.”
I settle back against the pillows, my pulse racing as I watch her, curiosity mixed with something much darker flickering in her eyes. She’s looking at me like I’m the most forbidden thing she’s ever desired, and hell, that look alone is enough to drive me to the edge.
I keep my hands still, my breathing controlled, as she hesitantly reaches out, her fingers brushing over my chest, then tracing the lines of my muscled abdomen. Her touch is light, almost tentative, but I can see the way her gaze roams, curious and hungry. Her innocence and courage are wrapped into one, and it’s the most arousing thing I’ve ever seen.
When her hands dip lower, grazing over my hips, I let out a sharp breath, feeling the tension coil tighter in me. She traces the trail of soft hair leading to where I’m hard for her, her hand freezing just above it.
My cock is bulging out in a way that clearly shows I’m a big man. A low growl escapes me, and I press my head back against the pillow, fighting the urge to grab her, to flip her beneath me, and finally take her the way my body demands. But I need her to get used to me. It’s not going to work unless she is fully aroused and dripping wet for me.
“Keep going, baby. Take him out.”
She swallows hard.
Her fingers tremble just slightly as she edges my boxers down, her breath quickening as she sees my cock jutting forward. Her eyes widen in shock and a bit of fear. I’m ten inches and I’m sure she’s wondering how we’re going to fit.
Then her eyes catch on something, and as she leans forward, her mouth is just inches away from me. She notices the glint of my piercing, and she glances up, surprise and intrigue clear on her face.
I let out a low, rough chuckle. “Didn’t expect that, did you?”
“No.”
She blushes, but she doesn’t pull back. Instead, she looks fascinated, her fingers tracing lightly over the metal bar the pierces through the tip of my cock. Each touch sends a shockwave through me, heightening the tension coiling inside, pushing me dangerously close to the breaking point.
Her worried gaze flicks up to me, and I murmur, “Don’t be afraid to touch me, Mia. Take all the time you want.” Her lips part as she traces the barbell, cautious at first, then bolder. She’s discovering me, and it’s everything I can do to let her instead of pulling her onto me and fucking her right now.
She’s a virgin, asshole. Stand down.
She grips me in her small fist, her fingers not meeting her thumb when wrapped around me. She looks at me in disbelief and I know what’s she’s thinking.
“We’ll fit, baby. Trust me.”
She shakes her head, skeptical. “If you say so.”
Then curiosity overtakes her and she starts licking my tip, moving her tongue over the bar bell like it’s a toy while running her hand up and down my shaft.
Shit. Fuck. Shit. I’m not going to last.
When she finally takes me into her mouth, her soft, warm tongue exploring the contours, brushing the metal, I let out a raw groan.
“Fuck!”
Her movements build a slow, exquisite pressure that has me clutching the sheets, mesmerized at the visual as she moves her mouth up and down my cock, looking up to gaze into my eyes as she bobs her head up and down in relentless rhythm, each time driving the tip of my cock into the back of her throat, gagging and eyes tearing up at times. The dirty filthy image of my innocent Mia letting me fuck her mouth this way, makes my heart soar and my cock harden even further, if that’s possible.
When I can’t take any more or risk exploding in her mouth, I lean down, lifting her chin. “Mia… it’s your turn.”
Her eyes widen, my cock popping out of her mouth.
She lets me guide her. I pull her shirt over her head and letting the soft fabric fall away. Her beauty strikes me all over again, and I can’t help but let out a low murmur, “You’re stunning.”
I take my time tracing her, my lips brushing her collarbone, then lower, making her gasp when I kiss the soft curve of her perfectly rounded breast, before suckling on her nipple with strong, rhythmic suction, savoring her as the bud hardens inside my mouth. I give the other nipple equal attention while pulling and squeezing the one I just abandoned. I feel her squirm, pushing her pelvis into my hips.
“May I?” I ask, as I cup her between her thighs, massaging her wetness seeping through her panties.
She whimpers and nods, her cheeks flushed.
I make my way down, feeling her tremble slightly beneath my touch, her softness inviting me deeper. As I kiss her soft muscled abs, I savor each sigh, each arch of her back, her whimpering plea.
When I reach her hips, I pause, meeting her gaze, and pull her panties off her hips and toss them to the side. She is smooth and fully waxed, her folds glistening with signs of her desire.
“Oh baby, you’re perfect,” I murmur as she blushes deeper, and I lower my mouth to her plump pink lips, showing her how gentle I can be, how thorough. I find her pink pearly clit, peaking under the clitoral hood. I pay special attention to that bundle of nerves.
“Oh fuck!” she cries out as I lick along the side of this hardening bud.
“Not yet,” I mumble as I keep my mouth on her. I lose myself in the taste of her sweet salty wetness gushing from her wet slit, the urgent sounds she makes, the way her fingers twist in the sheets as I bring her to the peak.
As she screams during her orgasm, I thrust two fingers into her contracting pussy, stretching her to prepare for the first time she takes a cock. She’s so tight. And I’m bigger than most men. I know she needs to be well prepared for what may be a shocking experience for her. Pain is not something I want her to associate our first time with.
As she comes down from her climax, her muscles limp from the experience, I continue to saw my fingers in and out of her wet pussy, finally adding a third finger, going deeper with each thrust. When she starts to open her eyes and moan with each movement, pushing back onto my fingers, I know she’s about as ready as she’ll ever be.
I move up her body, spread her legs, pin her knees back so that they touch the bed on either side of her.
“Are you ready to take me?” I growl before covering her mouth with mine. When I lift my head, I see that her eyes are hazy with her orgasm and are focused on my face.
“I don’t want to hurt you baby, so we’ll go slow in the beginning and you tell me if you need me to stop.”
She nods her understanding.
“But make no mistake about it. I’m going to take you tonight. We'll just take it at your pace.”
She bites her lips. “Please, Adrian. I want this. I want you so badly.”
Green light.
I notch my cock into her wet opening. Then I push my steel rod forward, groaning with how tight she grips my cock.
“Oh, god.” She tightens her hands around my arms, her eyes widening in alarm.
“You can take me, baby. Stay with me.”
I push forward a couple more inches. And again.
She starts shaking her head, pushing on my chest. “I can’t, Adrian. I can’t. It’s too much.”
I stop, halfway inside of her.
“I’m sorry, Adrian.” She cries softly, her tears tracking down her temples. “It hurts. I’m scared.”
I take some deep breaths, trying to calm my heart and my hungry cock that wants to just ram into her.
Calm the fuck down .
“It’s okay,” I growl. “I’ll make you feel good and you let me know when to keep going.”
She nods, her eyes doubtful.
I bend down to kiss her deeply with deep strokes into her mouth. She moans, clearly loving the attention.
I reach down between our bodies to stroke across her mons and use the fluids that seeped out of her pussy to lubricate my thumb before I start stroking across her clit in a firm steady rhythm.
She cries out, thrusting her pussy into me harder.
Not yet.
I continue to finger her clit, building the pressure across her beautiful bundle of nerves.
She cries out some more, thrusting into me more insistently.
“Please, Adrian. I need you to move.” Her thighs start to tremble, and I know she’s on the brink of her next orgasm.
Almost.
As I continue to ramp up my attention on her clit, her cries escalating like a beautiful soundtrack to what I’m building her up towards, soon enough she loses all control and screams as she climaxes.
That’s when I thrust the last five inches of my cock to the hilt, hitting her cervix, the feeling made even more intense by her contracting pussy that clamps down on me like a steel vise.
She screams again.
And I can’t hold back anymore. I know she’s still in the throes of her orgasm.
I pound my cock into her wet pussy. Over and over in a way that may be too rough for some experienced women, let alone a virgin. But at this point, I can’t stop.
The bed creaks loudly beneath us, at a rhythm that accelerates as I fuck her towards an inexorable path that will only end with me spilling my cum inside her. The headboard hits the wall, creating a loud drum beat to accompany my thrusts. Her cries echo the sounds of my grunts as I grip her hips, pulling her into each thrust. As she and I get louder, building towards an inevitable explosion, her body arching into me, I press my forehead against hers.
“Let go, Mia.”
I continue to hammer into her.
“Cum over my cock. Fucking get there”. I grunt into her mouth.
And with that and one loud piercing scream, she does just that, her channel clamping onto my steel shaft. And I let go, spewing thick ribbons of cum into her womb.
The world narrows to this moment, to her, to the sound of our mingled breaths as we ride out the final waves together, our bodies locked in a fierce embrace. As we come down from the peak, I press a kiss to her lips, feeling, for the first time, completely, irrevocably lost in a woman.
This woman.
My woman.
Suddenly I know with utmost certainty that this is how I want to finish all my nights.