My back arched off the bed as I moaned. My legs tried to close around his head on their own, but he held me open and continued to devour me. He was ravenous, and I exploded.
He didn’t even give me a chance to come down. He stayed focused, licking and sucking, pushing my orgasm to reach a height I had never experienced. Finally, I screamed his name as my body went rigid with pleasure.
He pulled back, my release glistening on his beard. Fuck, I was gone for this man.
Then he positioned himself over me. He was pressing me into the mattress, and I think it might be my favorite feeling ever, that is, until I felt that thick cock notch at my entrance.
“Are you certain?” He asked as he continued to kiss the column of my neck.
“Please,” I begged as I wiggled my hips just enough to have his cock nestled so close to where I needed him.
He pulled back. “Look at me.”
I did. I looked up into his deep brown eyes as he slowly started to push into me.
My eyes closed, the feel of him stretching me was divine.
“Fuck,” we both hissed out in pleasure at the same time.
“Belle, you feel . . . Fuck, you feel too good.”
His body was tense over mine as he stilled. “I just need a moment.”
Finally, his eyes opened and connected with mine. There was a hint of a smile on his face, and that was quickly becoming one of my favorite things.
Then he continued to push the rest of the way in. It felt like coming home. I clung to him as he started to move.
“Ma Belle, you feel so good.”
I couldn’t speak. All I could do was move. He filled me so full that each adjustment of my body felt monumental.
He found a slow, steady rhythm and continued to move in and out of me slowly. Fuck. It was everything.
The heat coiled deep in me. I was going to come again. I met his thrusts with my own, grinding my clit against him.
I had to close my eyes because sex had never felt like this before. I had never felt so taken care of. It was like I was something special.
Oh my god, was I going to cry?
No, I was not going to cry during sex.
I sped up my thrusts, and he met me each time. We moved together like we’d been doing this for years instead of this being our first time. With the added speed, he began to thrust harder.
That was it for me. I clung to him as my orgasm hit. It pulsed through my entire body in what seemed like an endless loop of pleasure as he continued to move. Just when it crested, I felt him slam into me one last time and felt him pulse.
“Raph,” I panted. “That was amazing.”
He just looked at me, brushed the hair off my forehead, and lowered his head to kiss me. I had never been kissed like I was something precious before, but it was something I could get used to.
The room was quiet except for the river beyond the windows and the steady rhythm of his breathing.
We were tangled together in the sheets, skin warm against skin, the gold dress long forgotten in a soft heap on the floor. Everything felt different. I’d never felt like this before. Not just the physical warmth, but the safety I felt when I was with him was intoxicating.
His arm was wrapped around me, my head resting against his chest. One of his hands traced slow, absent circles along my bare shoulder, down my arm, and back again. Not demanding. Not restless.
Just there.
My fingers drifted lazily over his chest, mapping lines I’d already memorized in the dark. The intimacy of it all felt surreal, like stepping into someone else’s life and finding out it fits.
