38. 37 #3
I cried out, and Davian released my hands. I reached for his hair immediately, and held him against me as he licked me and moved his fingers rhythmically inside me.
I gasped out as the seconds of excessive pleasure crashed and subsided. I felt Davian’s retreat as my body spasmed through the after-effects of his touch. Then, his hands were at my head, lifting it carefully and untying the chemise. He untied my hands as I blinked into the candlelight.
When I came back to myself again, I saw Davian standing between my legs, staring down at me. He had wiped his mouth, but his forehead dripped with sweat and his mark glowed against his damp chest in the candlelight. Any other time I had thought him beautiful paled in comparison to this moment.
He was rigid, with his legs between my parted thighs and his fingers drifting across the soft skin of my legs.
“Can I fuck you?” he asked, gruffly. Then he straightened and pulled his fingers through his hair, his expression tightening. “I mean—”
“Yes,” I breathed. “But—”
He nodded. “I know you haven’t. I’ll go slow.”
I blushed. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be an idiot,” he said, leaning back over me, one of his knees finding a space at the edge of the bench. He pressed his mouth to mine. I kissed him back, tasting myself on his tongue. His length rested against my stomach as my body twitched again.
“Can’t help it,” I whispered, when he pulled back.
He chuckled and touched my cheek. “I love you.”
I smiled as he moved his hand down to touch himself. He was hard against me as he moved himself to my entrance. The tip brushed against the most sensitive part of me and my back arched as I hissed.
He smirked, and apologised. With his tip now in position, sitting against where his fingers had been, he settled back over me.
“Stop holding your breath,” he instructed me, lightly.
I exhaled, and then tried to breathe normally. I wanted it, but I didn’t know what to expect. It was a mixture of delicious anticipation and worry.
He pressed a kiss to my shoulder, and I bit my lip. Then he moved, and his tip entered me. I released my hold on my bottom lip and sucked in a breath.
Davian held still, his breath warming my ear. It didn’t really hurt. Maybe a little, but it was more of a pressure than a pinch.
He moved an inch or two further. I blinked and stared up at the ceiling, getting used to the feeling. Davian kissed my neck, and asked how I was.
I nodded, some murmur of encouragement falling from my lips.
He slid in further.
This was what it was to feel full. To be taken entirely by a man, to be speared upon him and envelop him in myself. It was intimate in another way. We were bonded. Fused at one point and holding each other like we were becoming the same thing.
He rocked back and forth. I glanced down and gauged he was probably halfway in.
It was a pleasant fullness, with a twinge of stretching, like muscles a day after heavy use.
The wholeness of the moment swelled past it.
I didn’t ignore the slight discomfort, but part of me embraced it.
Davian had hurt me in the past, and still, he felt right.
This was no different. It hurt a little, but it felt right. He felt right, here, with me.
I wrapped my legs around his back, careful to keep my feet low and not hurt him.
He didn’t seem to even recall he was hurt.
He groaned as my feet caged him in, and he thrust a bit further.
I moaned with him this time, and he started to rock, his lips capturing mine every few seconds, peppering me with kisses.
Soon, he was thrusting in and out of me. Any remaining tension went as I sank into it. The stretching stayed, and I couldn’t care less. I moved my hips into him, rocking back.
We both exhaled when all of him finally sank into me. He stayed there for a moment, and pressed a kiss to my cheek.
And then we were moving again, both of us. Faster. Heavier. His breaths came harder. My name fell like a prayer from his lips. His fell from mine like a promise.
He gasped and shuddered. He spilled inside me, and his moan pulsed something deep within me as I arched into him, clutching him tighter. It was so different, accepting this, inviting this. Davian held himself above me, still with his eyes pulled shut. Then his body collapsed against mine.
We curled into each other, our bodies meshing and limbs contorting around each other like a sculpture. We lay like that until the wetness between my legs became too distracting, and then we moved apart with sticky skin and lazy smiles.
He gestured towards the bath like a butler might, and I rolled my eyes. As I moved past him, he slapped my naked rear. I yelped in surprise, and he only laughed.
I held the edge as I stepped into the bath, which had lost the peak of its heat but was completely delightful regardless. I slowly lowered myself in, humming as the sensitive heat between my legs met the water. I sat, and Davian climbed in behind me as I let the heat sink into my bones.
He lifted the soap and a cloth, and I smiled.
“I should be bathing you.”
He kissed my shoulder. “You’ve looked after me enough.”
I didn’t protest again, and he cleaned my body with an attentiveness I hadn’t known.
After, I leaned against his chest until the lapping water and the scent of lavender pulled me into sleep.