Chapter 7 #3
I’m halfway in, and it’s fucking torture. Her walls are tight, pulsing, and I feel every flutter, every twitch of her body adjusting to me.
I’ve fucked women who knew how to take it, who met me thrust for thrust, but Liliana’s newness, her vulnerability, makes me want to be careful, to make her feel every second of this.
I thrust gently, shallow, letting her get used to the fullness, watching her face for any sign of pain. Her eyes are half-closed, lips parted, cheeks flushed, and she’s beautiful, so fucking beautiful, it hurts to look at her.
I thrust forward, breaking through, and a sharp sound tears out of her mouth. It cuts through me. I freeze, my cock buried deep, her walls clenching so tight it’s almost too much. “Liliana,” I murmur, kissing her cheeks, her eyelids, tasting the salt of her tears. “I’ve got you.”
She’s trembling, her breath coming in short gasps, but her hands pull me closer, her hips rocking slightly, telling me she wants this. I move slowly, pulling back, then sliding in again, gently, letting her adjust to the stretch, the fullness.
Her pussy is slick, hot, gripping me like a glove, and I’m losing my mind, fighting every instinct to fuck her hard, to pound into her until we’re both raw.
But I don’t. I keep my thrusts slow, deep, each one measured, dragging against her walls, hitting that spot that makes her gasp, her eyes fluttering shut.
“You feel so good,” I growl, my lips trailing down her neck, sucking hard, leaving marks she’ll see tomorrow. Her breasts bounce with each thrust, and I lean down, capturing a nipple in my mouth, sucking slowly, my tongue swirling around the tight peak.
She moans, her hands fisting in my hair, pulling hard.
I groan, the sound vibrating against her skin.
I suck harder, my teeth grazing her nipple, and she arches, her pussy clenching tight, sending sparks through me.
My cock throbs, the pressure building, but I hold back, wanting her to come first, needing her to feel this.
Her snails scrape rough on my shoulders.
Her hands slide from my shoulders, one trailing down my back, the other hesitating at my shoulder blade. Her fingers brush the ink there, the raven tattoo I got for Alessio her eyes had caught on earlier, its wings spread wide. It's a mark of loss carved into my skin.
She pauses, her touch softening, tracing the sharp lines of the feathers, the curve of the beak, her eyes following her fingers, mesmerized. The lamplight catches the ink, making it gleam, and her gaze is rapt, like she’s seeing something sacred.
Her touch is reverent, slow, and it sends a shiver through me, my cock throbbing inside her at the intimacy of it. She’s seeing me in all of my glory and I'll have it no other way.
I slide a hand between us, my thumb finding her clit, swollen and slick, and I rub in tight circles, slow at first, then faster. She cries out, her hips bucking, her pussy gripping me so tight I see stars.
“That’s it, cara,” I murmur, my lips against her ear.
My thumb is relentless, circling and pressing. Her moans are louder, desperate, and I feel her tightening, her orgasm building. I thrust deeper, angling my hips to hit that spot inside her. Her body trembles as her pussy convulses around my cock, milking me.
Her orgasm rips through her, and I’m lost, my restraint fraying as her walls pulse, hot and wet, pulling me under. I thrust harder, wilder now, my cock slamming into her, the wet and sloppy sound of our bodies filling the room.
Her breasts bounce, her nipples red and swollen from my mouth, and I grab her thighs, spreading them wider, driving deeper. She’s dripping, her juices slicking my cock, coating my balls, and I’m growling, my control slipping, my hips slamming into hers with a force that jars her body.
I’m close, so fucking close, my balls tight, the pressure unbearable. I want to fill her, to spill inside her, but I hold back, my thrusts erratic, my breath ragged.
She grips my ass, and suddenly, it's too much. I come hard, a low growl tearing from my throat as my cock pulses, spilling into her, the pleasure ripping through me like a storm. I keep thrusting, slow, deep, drawing it out. My body trembles, spent.
Her pussy clenches around me, milking every drop, and I groan, my hands gripping her hips, bruising, possessive. I rest my forehead against hers, our breaths mingling, hot and heavy. Her eyes are bright, soft, trusting.
I pull out gently, my cock slick with her. I lie beside her, my chest heaving. I can barely catch my breath. Her body trembles as I pull out and it curls into mine. I pull her close, my hands shaking. I sign slowly, You were perfect. Thank you.
Her eyes soften, and she smiles so beautifully, it makes my heart sing. She signs, Thank you, then lowers her hand to cover my heart. I bury my face in her damp, perfect hair, holding her tight.
She has no reason to thank me. She'd given me her trust wholeheartedly, and I do not take it lightly. I pull her closer. My chest aches with the weight of the trust I don't deserve.
My world has just tilted yet again on its axis… and it's all because of her.