There. The sound isn’t pain.
I move again. Slowly at first, deep enough to make her feel every inch. Her body is still tight, still learning me, but she starts to meet me. Small movements. Uncertain. Then greedier. Her legs wrap around my waist.
My head drops to her neck. “Mine,” I say before I can stop it.
She tightens around me. I feel it. So does she. Her eyes go wide.
I lift my head. “You like that.”
“No.”
I thrust harder.
Her head falls back. “Yes.”
That breaks something open.
I fuck her properly then. Not careless. Not enough to hurt her beyond what this first time must be. But hard enough that she knows exactly who’s inside her. Hard enough that her tits bounce with each thrust, her nipples flushed and wet from my mouth. Hard enough that the rug shifts beneath us and her moans start filling the room.
Her hands move everywhere. My shoulders. My back. My hair. She kisses me messily, biting my lower lip, gasping when my cock drives deeper.
I slide one hand between us and find her clit. The moment I touch it, she clenches around me so hard I curse.
“Again,” she says.
I rub her clit in tight circles while I fuck her, and her body goes wild beneath mine. Her hips lift to meet me. Her nails scratch down my back. Her mouth opens, and she makes sounds she will be embarrassed about later.
Good. I want them.
I want all of it.
“You feel that?” I ask, thrusting deep.
She whimpers in response. “It’s you,” she says.
My control frays. “And?”
Her breath catches as my thumb presses harder on her clit.
“You,” she gasps.
I kiss her, rough and deep, and fuck her until she starts trembling again. Her pussy tightens around my cock, her thighs clamping at my sides, and I know she’s close.
“Come on my cock,” I say.
She sobs my name.
I keep my hand on her clit, keep my thrusts deep and steady, and watch her break.
Her orgasm takes her hard. Her back arches, tits pressing against my chest, pussy clenching around my cock in tight waves that nearly drag me over with her. She cries out, face open, body shaking under mine, and the sight of it burns through me.
I thrust twice more.
Then I follow her. My body locks over hers, cock buried deep, release tearing through me with enough force to leave me breathless. I press my face into her neck and hold her there as the last of it rolls through me.
For a while, neither of us moves. The only sounds are the fire and our breathing.
Anya’s fingers rest in my hair now. Her face is flushed, lips swollen, eyes half-open and unfocused. She looks wrecked. Satisfied. Tender in a way neither of us is ready to acknowledge.
