Chapter 20 Dante #2
“You already are, tesorina. You’re my good girl, and I love you more than you’ll ever know.
” I shift down slightly, so her face is only just offset from mine and my cock notches at her entrance.
Her softness almost undoes me. The slick warmth of her body has me holding on by a hair’s breadth from driving into what I know will feel like heaven.
She closes her eyes, and I rumble in disapproval.
“Good girls keep their eyes open while their husbands take their virginity, Ruby.”
Her lids fly open again.
“That’s it.” I rub my thumb on her hand. “Show me your pretty eyes. Let me see how you react as I take you bare and make you mine. We had two nights in the dark. I want to see every part of your pleasure.”
I push into her tight wet heat with aching slowness, and we breathe together, eyes locked, noses brushing tenderly as I split her open between her legs.
She’s heaven. Tight wet heat that makes my head spin with how right this is.
“That’s it. Take my cock like a good girl,” I murmur. “It’s like coming home, being with you.”
“I’m yours,” she whispers back, squeezing my hands as best as she can.
“I want more connection,” I admit hoarsely. “I need more. But you’re so tight.” My elbows on the bed are keeping my weight from crushing her, but I have a savage impulse to do just that. Press her down into me until we’re impossible to separate.
“Please.” She angles her hips so I slide deeper, and I moan from the pleasure of her wet pussy yielding to me.
“I don’t think I’ll ever stop wanting you, Ruby. You feel like you were made for me.” I pull out fractionally, then push back in, further.
It’s intense in a way I’ve never felt before. The connection between us, the holding myself back, the way pleasure and pain battle in her face and echo in my heart.
“Yes,” she whines, and I give it to her, watching her eyes as I work my big cock into her tight little pussy, joining us more each time.
“That’s it, you can take all of it,” I reassure her as my balls slap on her arse with each thrust now. “You’re doing so well. My good girl.” And that’s the praise she needs. The next slide, our hips are pressed together, me inside her fully.
Holding still there, in her velvet heat, is the best sort of torture.
“Are you okay?” I touch my lips to hers in a butterfly kiss.
“Yes,” she replies breathily. “Better than I’ve ever been in my life.”
And we grin at each other. That’s what I want. Ruby’s happiness.
“I’d take every hurt from you, Ruby, and live with it myself, always, to save you from this discomfort.” I rub her little hands trapped beneath my big paws.
She shakes her head, just a tiny movement. “I want this first time when you break me and make me yours.”
My heart aches at that. My virgin girl. I move, thrusting into her slowly, then faster as I see how she responds, arching her back and moaning.
“Lift your knees up, tesorina. You’ll open for me more.”
I feel her shift before I’ve finished speaking, and her trust is so sweet my teeth should ache.
I take what she gives. Hard. I increase my pace, letting my cock take over, revelling in the bliss of her tight wet heat.
“I’m so glad we did this together.” I struggle to find the words to express how I feel.
Why I don’t care that I’m her first, but I’m forever grateful that I get to experience this moment of pain and pleasure and newness with the woman I love.
“It’s an honour.” I’m not sure I’ll ever push into her tight body with this much care and slowness.
Knowing how good she feels, how will I hold back?
“I love you so much. It’s like I’m overflowing with it. ”
“I hope you will.” She smiles slyly, and I choke on a laugh.
“You want me to fill you up?” My voice is hoarse. “Empty myself into you, so you’re overflowing?” It’s meant to be teasing, but I sound desperate, serious.
“I want to be yours,” she says with all the longing that’s in my heart as well. “Fill me. Use me. Fuck me, take me.”
“You belong to me, now,” I say deliberately, punctuating the statement with thrusts. “You” thrust “are” thrust “my” thrust “wife”.
She writhes beneath me. “Yes. Yes.”
“You’re being such a good girl. Taking me so well, Ruby.”
She’s holding her knees up, and it’s absolutely filthy how I’ve got her pinned with my hands as she’s spread open.
“Can you feel this?” she asks, and grips her pussy around me.
I let out a low, wounded growl as my cock throbs in response.
“Yes, but if you keep that up, this won’t last long,” I groan, and rock my hips at the bottom of the stroke, rubbing against her clit, and she gasps.
I switch to shallow pumps that hurtle us towards the peak but lack the satisfaction of being deeply connected. Fucking her hard and fast feels amazing, and my cock is in a continual moment of bliss that I want to sustain, forever, and also desperately need to explode into ecstasy.
Then I stop and push into her slowly, and she begins to shake beneath me. Movements that are making love rather than fucking. Telling her with every stroke that she’s everything to me. Acting like there’s no hurry or finish line, and this slide together is all we’ll do for the rest of our lives.
All the time I look at her face. I’ll never get enough of watching her pleasure.
“I craved this,” I confess rawly. “I never want it to end. But I need you to come on my cock before I fill you up and make you pregnant. Think you can do that for me?”