Her eyes go wide and my cock twitches. This discussion has to end soon. I can’t control myself forever.
“And I’d be yours?”
How can she doubt it after I’ve said all that? “Mo chridhe, you’d be mine.”
“And you’re mine, James.” She reaches out. “Yes. I’ll have all of that. Every part.”
I grab her up before she can change her mind, bringing her slight frame to me. And she climbs me like a tree, pulling herself up, gripping my shoulders until I take the hint and lift her by her plump bottom. Our mouths clash together in a kiss that’s almost brutal. Teeth and saliva and lips.
I have just enough sanity to carry her to a bed, probably because she won’t stop kissing me. On the second landing she grinds into me, the minx, and I very nearly put her down right there and fuck her for the first time on the stairs.
But I get her to my bedroom and toss her onto the bed. She lands giggling and already reaching for the hem of her sweater, pulling it over her head in one. I’m equally impatient. There will be days for taking off her clothes piece by piece, and delighting in every inch of her. There will be times for hauling only my cock from my trousers, flipping up her skirt and shoving her knickers aside.
But right now, we both understand what we need, stripping off our clothes in all haste. Skin to skin.
I fall on her, and she welcomes me into her arms, legs already parted to receive me. She’s desperately touching the scars on my shoulders and back, kissing my neck and face as I align our bodies.
I didn’t think I had any control left, but as my cock finds the dip between her thighs, I manage not to instantly thrust home.
“I always loved you. Always. But now I have this firestorm of desire too. It’s going to burn me alive if you don’t let me in, mo chridhe.”
“Yes. Forever yes.”
I notch the head of my cock at her entrance. Where no man has ever been before. That shouldn’t give me this primal delight, but it does. “I’m going to make this good for you.”
“It will be.” She nods and tries to drag me closer. Ineffectual, of course, because she’s tiny and I’m much bigger than her, but gratifying. “It absolutely will be.”
“I’ll take it slow.”
“Get that monster cock inside me like you promised.”
I choke out a laugh as I push forwards, but she’s not wrong. With our size difference we are invariably going to be a tight fit. The head of my cock presses into her softness, then meets resistance. Her virginity. I can’t think about it too much or it’ll be overwhelming. That she trusts me with her first time, that she’s never done this before. I’ll be the one to introduce her to every variation of sex in all its intimacy and pleasure. And I know her virginity will mean she grips me, but when I drive in until the bulge of the head of my cock is past that constriction, I pause both to let her get used to my invasion, but also because I might pass out. She’s so wet and perfect. We were made for each other.
“Mia.” I don’t move further, even though my cock is demanding—yelling—for me to thrust deeper into her unimaginably good body.
“Yes. James.” She combs her fingers into my hair and clutches my head to hers. I sink in another inch. I can’t help it. The need to be fully inside her is too much.
“Does it hurt?” I’m afraid of the answer.
“Mmm.” I feel her nod against my shoulder.
With a muttered curse I start to pull back.
She stops me, hooking both legs tightly around my thighs. “Nope. Nope mister, you’re not getting away that easily.”
“But…” Maybe I can manage just jerking off over her breasts and going down on her for the rest of our lives? That would be better than hurting her.
“Baby,” she insists. “Fill me up with your come, remember? Breed me.”
Oh… and now she says that as though they’re things I’ve promised her, my brain lights up like the Blackpool Christmas illuminations.
I don’t withdraw. I breathe, shift so I’m looking into her summer sky eyes, and push another inch deeper. Then another. She feels like heaven. Soaking and despite everything her body is accommodating me. The tightness is drawing me in further, greedy.
“And James,” she gasps.
“Yes,” I reply between gritted teeth.
“It’ll be worth it.” She strokes one finger down my knuckles, soothingme. “I know you wouldn’t cause me any pain you didn’t think was worth it.”
