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“Fuck. Yes. Do it.”
I can feel more than hear his low laughter as his gigantic cock slides deeper. My silky body stretches to accommodate him and the pleasure-pain becomes a dizzying tsunami riding a crazy-high crest. My whole body is throbbing with desperate need. It’s happening.
His thumb rubs against my clit and it’s enough. The wave crashes. The clenching spasms pull Elias’s massive cock deeper. He’s gripping me, sliding thickly into the rapture. There’s a flash of pain somewhere inside this wall of pleasure and I cry out as he thrusts hard and deep, until he’s fully rooted inside me. His hands grip me in lusty fistfuls, ensuring total possession.
All I can feel is Elias. He’s so big and so deep.
“You feel so fucking good baby. I’ll never get enough of you.” He’s kissing me as he fucks me with his whole body, giving me his tongue as he thrusts in punishing drives.
The pain only compounds the bliss. I’m coming hard. My pussy is milking his huge, hot bulk in tight, compressing squeezes as I suck gently on his tongue. He groans as his cock jerks inside me. The jets of his liquid heat find some perfect trigger, setting me off again. My inner muscles work him as we come together in some kind of mindless, gripping, grinding frenzy.
His body lays heavily over mine, his thickness still throbbing hotly, wedged deep inside me.
My arms and legs are wrapped around him, my core rippling around him almost lovingly.
“You’ve melted my bones,” I whisper.
I can feel his lazy smile against my neck.
This is nothing like I was expecting. I thought my first time might hurt, emotionally as well as physically, like I was being used, or broken. I never expected that losing my virginity would make me feel like a freaking goddess warrior. The warm, pleasure-heavy flood of him is empowering me. This is what I was born for, he told me. And it’s weirdly true. Our bodies and souls are feeding off of each other with a desperate, enthralled madness that feels more like true love than anything ever has.
My heart is beating in sync with his. Our bodies are still locked in a secret, pulsing rhythm as he kisses my face. My lips.
Elias O’Shea is a part of me now. I want to keep him close to me, inside me, always, just like this.
* * *
“I love this movie,” he murmurs in my ear. We’re in his bed, watching Sweet Home Alabama on his laptop. I’m curled up on my side with my knees pulled up. Elias’s big body is wrapped around mine as he spoons me.
And fucks me.
From behind.
Slowly, like he’s dreaming me.
We took a shower together. He washed me, making me come with the relentless, clever curl of his fingers. And was fascinated by the power my careful, soapy hands have over him. He came so hard he had to wash me all over again.
He made me breakfast in bed. His cock was so painfully hot-looking and perfect as he fed me French toast, that I sucked on him until he came again in milky mouthfuls.
I’ve given up trying to slow this down or resist him. I can’t, it’s as simple as that. And I don’t want to. He has the power to pull me completely out of my shell, until I’m drinking him and offering myself to him like I already know how.
We’ve hardly disconnected. When Elias said he was obsessed, he wasn’t kidding. He’s been kissing me and feasting on me like he’s starved for it. He’s lost all control and doesn’t care. Maybe we’re making up for lost time. Or maybe we’re desperate to make the most of this avalanche of beauty sparking between us, because we can. And because we know that there are things that will happen after we leave this little bubble of lust and connection that are going to try to tear us apart.
He’s come inside me more times than I can count. My body loves this. I’ve turned into a vessel of squirming, primal need. My little devil-mermaid is having the time of her life.
And he’s about to do it again.
I arch my back, taking him deeper, giving him everything.
“You okay, baby girl?” I can already tell by the rasp of his voice that he’s close.
“Oh,” I moan, and it sounds almost like ow. I am, in fact, very sore. He’s trying to be gentle with me but he’s too feral. “Look,” I gasp. “You’re missing the best part. This is where she tells him she can’t marry him. Because she gave her heart away a long time ago. And she never really got it back.”
Elias’s fingers glide across my clit, gently squeezing as his cock thrusts deep inside me. “I can relate. I gave mine away on a sunny afternoon in the middle of a stadium, and now I’m so fucking in love it’s killing me.”
His next thrust unravels me, shattering me into a million tiny pieces of raw, pain-edged bliss. I’m writhing, squeezing him with my body, instinctually working his pleasure until he gives me what I want. The warm, thick pulse of his essence. His surrender and his gift.
I don’t know how it happens. How you can transform, like a chrysalis bursting wide open, finding out that you’re actually the most beautiful butterfly. I don’t know how you can fall in love over the course of a single weekend, with both yourself and the one who feels like he was sent to you from the universe as some kind of cosmic perfect match. All I know is that I have.
