His words send another jolt of pleasure through me. "Really?" I manage to ask, my voice small and hopeful.
"Really," he confirms, his teeth grazing my earlobe. "I'm making you mine tonight. You understand? Mine."
Something primal awakens in me at his possessive declaration. I start pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts with movements of my own, throwing my ass back to take him even deeper.
"Fuck yes," I moan. "Make me yours. Please, Raphael."
His fingers dig into the flesh of my ass cheeks hard enough to leave marks. "Keep throwing that ass back like that and I won't be able to stop myself from coming inside you," he warns, his voice strained. "Is that what you want? My cum filling up this tight virgin pussy?"
It's crazy. It's irresponsible. But in this moment, I need it more than air. "Yes," I beg shamelessly. "Please, I need it. I need to feel you cum inside me."
"Jesus, you're going to be the death of me," he groans, increasing his pace until he's slamming into me with abandon. "Such a good girl, begging for my cum like a fucking dream."
The obscene sound of skin slapping skin fills the room, mixed with our heavy breathing and desperate moans. I feel him swell even larger inside me, his rhythm becoming erratic.
"I'm going to fill you up," he promises, both arms now flexing on either side of me as he holds himself above me. "Going to pump every last drop into this perfect pussy."
"Please," I whimper, another orgasm building unexpectedly. "Oh god, Raphael, I'm going to come again!"
"That's it, baby. Come all over my cock while I fill you up."
With a final powerful thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, his whole body tensing above me. I feel it then. His cock pulsing as spurts of warm cum coat my inner walls. The sensation of his release triggers my own, and I bite down hard on the pillow to muffle my scream as pleasure washes over me again.
We collapse together, panting and sweaty, his weight pleasant on top of me. After several moments of just breathing together, he makes a move to pull out, but I reach back to stop him.
"Wait," I say softly. "Stay inside me. Just a little longer?"
He chuckles, the sound running through both our bodies. "I have no complaints about that," he says, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. "How are you feeling?"
The question is simple but loaded with meaning. He's checking if I'm in pain, if I regret what we've done, if I'm overthinking the consequences.
"I feel great," I admit, turning my head so I can see his face. "I never knew sex could be like that. I'm glad I waited."
His expression softens as he brushes his fingertips down my flushed cheek. "I'm glad you waited too," he says with surprising tenderness. "I loved being your first, Annie."
There's something in his eyes that makes my heart flutter. Something beyond lust or satisfaction. Something that looks dangerously close to affection.
"Was it... was it good for you?" I ask, suddenly shy despite the intimacy we've just shared.
He laughs again, a genuine sound of amusement and disbelief. "Are you serious? It was fucking incredible." He rolls us to our sides, still connected, his arms wrapping around me from behind. "You're incredible."
I snuggle back against his chest, enjoying the feeling of being held by him. His hand traces lazy patterns on my hip, occasionally dipping to my thigh and back up again.
"What happens now?" I ask after a comfortable silence, voicing the question that looms over this perfect moment.
I feel him tense slightly behind me. "Now we get some sleep," he says, evading the larger question. "And tomorrow..."
"Tomorrow we go back to being employer and nanny?" I suggest, trying to keep the disappointment from my voice.
He's quiet for so long I think he might have fallen asleep. Then his arms tighten around me, pulling me more firmly against his chest.
"I don't think I can do that," he admits, his voice low. "I don't think I can touch you like this, be inside you, make you come, and then pretend none of it happened."
Hope blooms in my chest. "So… What, then?"
"I don't know," he says honestly. "This complicates everything. It puts you at risk. It could affect Marco if things go wrong between us."
"I understand that," I say, turning in his arms to face him. His cock slips out of me in the process, and I feel a trickle of his cum leaking onto my thigh. The sensation is oddly intimate. "But I also know that I've never felt this way before. With anyone."
