I shake my head, already reaching for him again. "I don't want to wait. I want to feel you inside me. I want you to be my first."
He searches my face for a long moment, then nods, his thumb stroking my cheek. "Okay. But we go slow. You tell me if it hurts too much, if you need me to stop. Deal?"
"Deal."
He kisses me again like he's savoring every second. His hand slides between my legs and finds me already wet, slick from last night and the morning ache he’s building in me. He groans when his fingers slip through my folds.
"Fuck, Liv. You're so wet for me already. This pretty little pussy is dripping with your sweet juices."
He strokes me slowly, circling my clit with his thumb while he slides one thick finger inside me. I gasp at the intrusion, still sensitive from his mouth last night, but it feels good, full, right. He adds a second finger, stretching me gently, scissoring them while he kisses down my throat, my collarbone, sucking one nipple into his mouth until I'm arching and moaning his name.
"That's it," he murmurs against my breast. "Get nice and ready for my cock. I want you soaked for me. Want you begging for it."
When he pulls his fingers out, I whine at the loss, but he just chuckles darkly and shifts over me, settling between my thighs. I feel the blunt, hot head of his cock nudging at my entrance, rubbing through my slick folds and bumping my clit with every slow pass. I moan, hips lifting instinctively, trying to take him in.
"Look at me," he says, voice low and rough. I open my eyes and meet his intense gaze that makes my chest ache. "I want to see your face when I take you for the first time. When I make you mine."
He pushes in slowly. Just the head. The stretch is almost too much. A burning, aching pressure that makes me tense up with a sharp gasp.
"Breathe, Liv," he says immediately, kissing my forehead, my cheek, my lips. "I've got you. Relax for me. Let me in."
I try to breathe through it. He pushes a little more. It burns deeper, a sharp stretch that borders on real pain. I dig my nails into his shoulders.
"Too much?" he asks, already starting to ease back.
"No," I say quickly, wrapping my legs around his waist to keep him there. "Don't stop. Please. I want it. I want all of you."
He groans, forehead dropping to mine. "Fuck, you're going to kill me. So tight. So perfect. My perfect Liv."
He pushes in another inch. Then another. Slow and careful, pausing every time I tense to let me adjust. It hurts, but underneath the discomfort is a fullness I've never felt, a connection that makes tears prick my eyes with how much I want this.
When he's finally all the way inside me, pelvis flush against mine, we both go still. He's buried deep, so deep I can feel him everywhere. The throb of his cock, the way my walls flutter and clench around him, trying to adjust to the invasion.
"You okay?" he asks, voice strained tight with control.
I nod, a tear slipping down my temple. "I'm okay. You feel… so big. So full. It hurts a little but… I like it. I like feeling you like this."
He kisses the tear away, then my lips. "You feel like heaven. Like you were made for me. So tight and hot and mine."
He starts to move. Slow, shallow thrusts at first, barely pulling out before pressing back in. The pain fades with each careful stroke, replaced by a growing, liquid pleasure. A delicious friction that makes me moan and arch beneath him.
"More," I whisper. Then louder, desperate. "More, Volody. Please. It feels so good." The last word is ripped out on a moan.
His control frays. He picks up the pace, still careful but deeper, harder. I meet him thrust for thrust, my hips rising greedily to take him.
"Harder," I beg, the word tumbling out raw. "Please. I can take it. I want to feel you’re hot cum fill me. Don't stop."
"Fuck, Liv," he groans, hips snapping harder now. "The way you beg for my cock… You're going to make me lose it."
He fucks me in earnest now. Deep, steady, powerful strokes that hit something inside me with every thrust, sending sparks of pleasure racing up my spine. I cling to him, nails raking down his back, legs locked tight around his waist like I never want to let him go.
"Don't stop," I chant, voice breaking. "Please don't stop. It feels so good, so deep. Fill me up. Come inside me. I want it—I want all of you. Please, Volody."
The words pour out of me, shameless and desperate. I don't care how needy I sound. I need this. I need him. All of him.
He reaches between us and rubs me with his thumb in time with his thrusts. "Come for me, Liv. Come on my cock. Let me feel this pretty pussy milk me dry."
I come hard, crying out his name as my body clamps down on him in rhythmic, pulsing waves. The orgasm is deeper, fuller, more intense than anything his mouth gave me. It rolls through me in long, shattering crests.
