I stopped between his legs, knocking his hand out of the way. “To take what’smine. You aren’t the only one with a possessive need.” I fisted his cock firmly, stroking up and down his length. “I want you to feel my body gripping your cock, claiming you as you spill inside of me.”
“Shit, wench,” he breathed out on a ragged breath. “Keep talking like that and you’re going to feel me spill into your hand.”
We couldn’t have that.
His pants and groans spurred me on, and I reveled in knowing that I was the only one to bring him pleasure. Pushing on his chest with my free hand, I demanded, “Lay back. I don’t want to wait any longer.”
While I knew just how much he loved to make me orgasm with his fingers and mouth, tonight wasn’t about leisurely learning, it was about claiming, and we’d both fought this for too long.
I released his cock long enough to crawl onto the bed and straddle his hips.
His head lifted up, eyes trained on the distance between my pussy and his cock as I lined him up. "Sia, are you sure you’re ready to take me?” he asked with a husky tone as his hands settled on my hips, squeezing. “I wasn't expecting to take you so quick?—"
Maybe I’d regret not having the hours of foreplay I knew he’d be more than happy to give me, but I was aching to be filled—now.
Cutting off his sentence, I lowered my hips down, pressing his tip into me before releasing my hold on him. While I knew how big he was from holding him in my hand, nothing prepared me for the feeling of him stretching me in this way.
"I'm fucking sure,” I answered as I forced myself lower, taking him inch by inch. Already, my body felt so tightly wound up from the anticipation that even the feel of just a few inches inside of me had me tensing up.
A groan fell from him as his head collapsed back onto the bed, eyes still trained on the union of our bodies. “You’re so damned wet for me, wench.”
A bite of pain laced through me as his tip buried itself in me and I worked to take in his shaft. My teeth ground together as my jaw tightened. I’d thought I could take him without preamble, but I instantly regretted it. It didn’t matter how slick I was with my own arousal.
I whimpered as his hand found one of my nipples, rolling and pinching just as his other brushed against my clit. Euphoria danced through me and a new rush of wetness coated me, letting me sink down another inch.
My teeth drug my bottom lip between them, biting down as I danced on the cusp of pleasure and pain.
“I don’t know if I can,” I whimpered, knowing there was still so much more.
“Do you want to know why I know you can take me all the way into your pussy, Sia?”
I wasn’t sure when I shut my eyes, but his question shocked them back open as I looked down at him. The heat that smoldered in his gaze made me gasp. He may be part human, but that gaze was fully animalistic—like he wanted to devour me.
“You can take my cock because you were fucking made for me,” he encouraged as his hips flexed up ever so slightly, making my eyes flutter. “I’m going to fit inside of you, but it’s going to push you to your limits, the same way we push each other outside of this bed.”
I rocked myself up and down his length slowly, trying to figure out how I'd manage it. I wanted to so damn badly.
“I know my wife doesn’t back down from a challenge,” he murmured, brushing his thumb back and forth against my clit at a speed that had me clenching around him.
His words left me craving more of his praise, and I began moving up and down a little faster, finding myself sinking onto him further as waves of my arousal continued to coat his cock.
“There you go,” he praised, making me moan and crave even more of it. “Look at you taking me deep inside. So fucking perfect.”
Waves of pleasure shot through me as I worked myself on him, feeling him hit a spot deep within me that had stars exploding behind my eyelids. “Oh,” I moaned as my head tilted back, “you feel so good, Theo.”
“Moan my name again and I won’t be able to let you take this at your pace anymore,” he warned, challenging that brat within me to do it again. I knew I was past the worst of the pain, that I could take whatever he could mete out.
“Theo,” I moaned as we locked eyes.
True to his word, he rocked up into me, in one swift thrust, burying himself deep. My mouth dropped open at the feeling of him, and for a moment, we didn't move or speak. The sounds of our pants filled the air as his hands snaked around to grip my ass firmly in his palms.
I found myself instantly craving more, spurring me to rise up before dropping myself back down onto him. A harsh cry slipped over my lips as his fingers dug in my flesh, encouraging me to do it again as he lifted me up.
“Shit,” he hissed as I rocked down onto him again, my walls clenching at the end. “Stop clenching around me like you want to squeeze the cum out of me.”
The picture his words painted in my mind had me grinning as I began to fuck him in earnest, panting out, “That’s exactly what I want.”
Now that the pain had subsided entirely, I let loose, loving the sound of our bodies slapping against each other as I rode him–hard. Never before had I felt so thoroughly filled and claimed. One of his hands left my ass, returning to lather attention on my clit, brushing against the swollen bud hard.
