“Hmm. You’ll have to be very brave, that’s for sure.”
“Don’t make me nervous,” I hiss, but Arvi leans down fast and seals my lips shut with a kiss. I kiss him back, and he plunges his tongue in my mouth with a growl of pleasure. The cool, smooth tip of the toy presses to my opening, and he kisses me harder,pushing it inside. There’s a moment of stretching and resistance, then it’s in, and I gasp from the cool sensation.
He pulls away and looks down between my legs with lecherous curiosity.
“Oh fuck. It’s even better than I thought,” he breathes, sliding the toy deeper, deeper, until it finds a threshold, and I wince.
“You have to be patient,” I tell him. “Slowly.”
His fingers slide down the shape protruding through my stomach, and he latches onto my breast, suckling greedily. The toy moves in shallow thrusts, each of them working it in deeper. I spasm with needy pleasure, feeling thirsty and hot, and when Arvi’s tongue begins tormenting my nipple, I grab a pillow and press it to my mouth to muffle my screams. It’s a breathless ordeal, being worked like this when I know it won’t make me come.
“It’s in,” he announces, pulling away from my breast. “All the way. Fuck, sweet. I don’t think I can wait.”
“You don’t have to.”
He pulls the toy out of me, discarding it on the bed, and positions himself between my legs. I hold him closer, doing what I can to stay relaxed. My eyes want to stray down to behold the monstrosity of his cock, but I valiantly keep them trained on his chest above me.
We’ve had sex like this before, of course, and yes, I took him all up my ass many times. But Arvi wants to fit all the way inside me, and I don’t know if I’ll take it.
“My queen,” he whispers, pushing inside.
It’s instantly good, the pressure of fullness building a delicious, throbbing ache. My muscles stretch, letting go of tension. He hisses, his body above me rigid with control.
“Fuck, you’re tight. Making me work for it. Sweet. So sweet.”
I try to open my legs wider, and he slides in another inch, groaning with bliss. I lay my palm on top of my stomach that’sslick with oil, and as soon as I trace his slowly moving shape with my fingers, it twitches mightily in response. Arvi stops, breathing hard.
“I’ll come if you do that. Please stop,laruna. Let me enjoy a bit more.”
I let my hand slide away, and he pulls out to kiss me. I laugh through it, trying to ignore the gaping, open feeling of emptiness. I don’t like it. I need him inside.
“There,” he says, pushing back inside me. “Fuck! You’re so hot. Such a good queen. The best.”
I clench around him in pleasure, and he drives himself deeper. Slowly, with minuscule, controlled flexes of his hips, Arvi conquers me inch by inch. I ache and moan, and need and want, and he shushes me with sweet, half-delirious words.
“No, it’s all right. You really can. We’ll wait a little, yeah? Just a little. And then you’ll stretch for me, just a little bit more. So fucking good.”
But there comes a moment when no matter how much he pleads and comforts me, no matter how much I try, he can’t go any further. His knob remains outside of my body, barely teasing my opening with every desperate thrust of Arvi’s hips. My belly aches, too full, too tight, overstuffed.
“Fuck.” Arvi stills on top of me, his chest heaving. His trembling fingers brush hair from my temple, and I hold his hips in a tight grip, trying to pull him closer. Tears gather in my eyes. All this preparation, the teasing, everything, and it’s for nothing.
I really wanted to give this to him. He’ll have no other woman, only me, and so he can’t experience this, ever.
“Oh, sweet, no, no, no.” He pulls out, making the soft, muffled sobs I can’t contain turn into loud, wet wails. “No, baby, come on. I don’t care, it’s not important, all right?”
“But it is! I need you deeper,” I manage through my sobs. “We have to, so you get to have it. I want you to have all the good things. Arvi, please. Let’s try.”
“No, no. It’s all right. Shh, my sweet. Come here.”
He pulls me closer until my face presses to the crook of his neck, and he holds me there, comforting me tenderly. “It’s so good when I’m inside you, you have no idea,” he whispers softly. “Better than anything. I could spend all my days loving my queen. And nothing else matters, you see? Only that I have you. It’s enough. You’re always enough.”
His words help alleviate the desolate feeling that I have somehow failed him, and now all that’s left is determination.
“Sit up,” I demand. “We’re doing this.”
He does as I say, and I stand over him, my feet flanking his thighs. He realizes what I’m about to do and holds his cock rigid, helping me impale myself on it. Slowly, I lower myself, hissing when my body adjusts, an ache flaring faintly, a muscle spasming as it releases.
Arvi breathes hard, his muscular thighs trembling. My knees meet the mattress and I straddle him properly, my breaths coming fast and short. Tension blooms deep inside me, the kind that pulses hot. I grip my knight’s arm and sit lower, biting back a curse when the ache turns into pain.
