Clumsily, I rip my pants off and toss them off the bed.
Next, I grab her and position her exactly as I want, kissing her grinning lips, then leaning back to survey my work.
Wet hair spread across my spare pillow; her legs cradle mine.
Nearly satisfied, I grab the pillow I usually sleep on and slide it under her hips. With any luck, she’ll soak it, and I can spend all night reliving this moment every time I breathe.
My fingers wrap around my length, tugging roughly as I take her in. Celine is a fantasy brought to life. I could jerk myself raw just looking at her.
“It’s big,” she whispers, dropping her fingers to touch herself.
I search her face for any signs of worry. “I won’t hurt you.”
Celine smirks. “Don’t make promises I don’t want you to keep.”
Groaning, I guide my cock to her pussy, running the head over her clit until we’re both trembling.
“Ciprian, please.” Celine reaches down, wrapping her fingers around my cock and notching it against her opening. All it will take is one thrust, and I’ll be inside her like I’ve dreamed about for months.
But no matter what she says, I refuse to hurt her.
I push in an inch and stop, rubbing her clit until her muscles relax around me.
Celine moans, tensing again as I work another inch in. She’s soaked, but it’s still a tight fit—impossiblytight. “You’re doing amazing. So good.” I stroke her thigh. “You can take a little more, can’t you?”
Celine slides her legs wider and nods.
I watch, dazed, as she hooks her heels around the edges of the bed and stretches into a full split. My cock twitches—it’s only a quarter of the way in—but Celine has locked herself open for me, anyway, trusting me with her body.
I close my eyes, try to get a grip, then rip them open.Don’t be a coward.Just because I’ve never seen anything this hot in my life doesn’t mean I’m going to shoot my load early again. I can handle this.Please fucking handle this.
I push in another inch, Celine moans.
Sweat beads on my temples.
Gently, I work her clit and rock my hips, keeping my eyes locked on her face to read each shift in her expression. I want this to be great for her. Incredible even. Something she never stops thinking about. If I don’t ruin her tonight, I’m fucked, because she’s already ruined me.
Celine’s orgasm takes us both by surprise, and I lose an inch of ground as her pussy contracts. I work her through the climax, soaking up every gasp and sigh. I’m living for this effort. I don’t care if it takes all night.
“You’re amazing,” I groan. “Feels so good.”
“More,” she whines, her head thrashing against the pillow. With her legs spread, she’s got very little control, but Celine still tries to force me deeper.
Heat boiling in my belly, I give her what she wants—harder this time, until I’m more than halfway inside her. Her voice catches on a choked moan. “Yes, that’s it!More.Fuck me, Ciprian.Please.”
All reason leaves me.
My hips snap forward, burying me balls-deep in her warm, wet heat.
She comes again, strangling my cock in the process. I refuse to slip out, holding still, stuffed all the way inside her as pleasure devours me one bite at a time.
I see stars. Then her legs are wrapping around my waist, heels digging into my lower back, lips crashing against mine. I kiss her desperately, pleasure and tension colliding inside me. “Am I hurting you?” I demand.
“Yes,” she gasps. “And it’s amazing, don’t stop.”
“Okay, I won’t. I promise.” Stroke after stroke, I drive her into the bed without mercy. The pillow slides out from under her hips. I toss it out of the way and tilt her until I have the angle I want, slipping impossibly deeper.
She screams. Her head knocks against the headboard. I slide my hand behind her, a barrier to keep her from hitting it again.
