“You’re so tight,” he says, pulling back. “Please tell me you’ve done this before.”
The hot pulsation between my legs is suddenly rivaled by the rush of blood pulsing in my cheeks. “I have, but he was…a lot smaller.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.” He rolls on his back and pulls me to straddle him. “We’ll start here. You’re in control this way. If it hurts, we’ll stop.”
I’m not going to stop. No matter what.
He uses his fingers to spread my lips open. I take his dick in my hand and guide him to my opening. I hold him there as I lower myself slowly down. He’s holding his breath and lying perfectly still, waiting for me to let him in. He’s not far inside when I feel a sudden sharp sting. I whimper.
“Blaire?” he asks, concern threading with the throaty lust in his tone as he grasps my hips and lifts me off him.
“I’m okay,” I say, prying his fingers loose and pressing myself lower. I feel every inch of him, one at a time, as he sinks through my core and touches my soul. Once my ass is resting on his thighs I wait, feeling him inside me; how he stretches me. Fills me.
He holds still as I adjust to his firm pressure inside. “There’s not even a fucking word that describes this feeling, Blaire,” he groans.
As I start to gently rock my hips, he sucks his thumb then rubs it over my clit. He coordinates the circles of his thumb to the grinding of my hips, and I feel that hot electrical ache swell inside me.
“Don’t hold back,” I tell him when I realize he’s laying still, giving me total control. “You’re not going to hurt me. I want it harder.”
Caiden starts to move with me, grasping my hip and rolling his pelvis under mine, and I feel him even deeper. He increases the pressure of his thumb on my clit and I gasp.
“Okay?” he asks.
“Fuck, yes,” I moan, quickening my movements. “Harder.”
He hooks his knee over my legs and in one deft move has me on my back. I bring my knees up as high as I can and he drives himself into me to the hilt. I cry out as sparks skitter under my skin and hot pressure builds inside me like a volcano. With each thrust, my cries become louder and more animal, a sharp “Ah!” which turns into one long mewl when I lose all control. My spine arches and my mouth freezes in a silent scream as the volcano erupts and warmth explodes through my belly. My body turns suddenly liquid. Stars flash in my eyes.
I can’t move. I can barely breathe.
Caiden gives two more hard thrusts, then growls out loud and collapses on top of me. I feel his dick pulsing inside me and it sends shivers up my spine.
“I love your dick,” I pant into his chest before I think better of it.
He chuckles. “Watch out. You’re going to give it a big head.”
I squeeze his ass cheeks, pulling him tighter against me. “I want your dick to have a big head so you can fuck me again.”
He presses up and lifts his weight off of me, looking down into my eyes. “Be careful. You’re bound to get your wish.”
I run a hand over my boob and pluck at my nipple. “Good.”
“Fuck me,” he groans, then pulls out of me.
I sit up and watch him peel the condom off.
There’s concern in his eyes when they meet mine again. “There’s some blood here. Are you sure you’re okay?”
I glance down at the sheets and find them clean. “Never better.”
As I say it, my stomach rumbles.
He’s just reaching for another condom and a smile ticks up one side of his mouth. He scoops me off the mattress and carries me to the kitchen. “I need to feed you first.”
He sets my naked ass on the island with the barstools and opens the fridge, peering in.
“Leftover pepperoni pizza?” he asks, glancing over his shoulder at me. When I shake my head he pulls a Chinese takeout box off the shelf and opens it. “Chicken chow mein?”
“No thanks.”
He puts it back and yanks open the freezer. “Chocolate ice cream?”
I smile. “Yes, please.”
He grabs the container and pulls a spoon from the drawer next to the sink on his way back to me. He dips the spoon into the container and holds a large bite of ice cream to my mouth. I open and suck some off the end.
He eats the rest in one bite then dips the spoon into the container again. “We’re going to have to be careful at school,” he says, holding another bite up for me.
“I know.” I suck some off the spoon and a dribble of chocolate escapes my mouth and falls on my chest.
He licks it off, then dips his finger into the container and finger paints more ice cream onto my nipples, before licking me again. He carves out another large bite and holds it to my mouth.
I take some off the spoon and brush it down his chest, then lick it off.
He drops his head back and groans.
I paint more ice cream onto his thickening dick, then slide off the counter and lick him. He stiffens to a hard rod as I suck him deeper, his fingers twisting into my hair.