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Mhal pulls back, gazing down at his cock, and it’s wet with my juices and slick with his own pre-cum. He wants me good and wet because he's so big and I'm so small. He doesn't want to hurt me. He guides the head of his cock toward the entrance of my body and then waits, hesitating because he looks so large against me.
I moan with need, pressing back against him because the head of him pushing against my core feels so damn good. It's both invasive and amazing, and I rock against him, needing more. Please. The thought echoes in my head so loudly I know he's picked it up. Please, Mhal.
I have you, my mate. I will make you feel good. He guides his cock and presses it inside me, just a little, rubbing the hardened tip against my entrance.
I make a disgustingly needy sound, clawing at the floor helplessly.
Oh, I like that sound, Mhal tells me, and he's so smug and arrogant that it makes me crazy and turns me on at the same time. Shall we see if I can get you to make it again?
One big hand tightens on my hip and then he pushes inside me. Just a little. Just an inch or so.
It feels like too much, suddenly. I pant, biting back a whimper of distress. He feels very…large and I suddenly feel very unready.
You are tight, he agrees, and there's so much strain in his thoughts. His arrogance is gone, replaced by concern. I will go slow. I promise. I will make it good.
He rubs my skin, caressing my backside and hips even as his cock impales me, making me squirm. I'm not entirely sure I like the sensation now that it's gone over from “tease” to “overload.” I love Mhal's attentiveness, though. His thoughts turn soothing and possessive, like he's petting me from the inside out. He tells me how pretty I am, how sweet I smell, how soft my skin is, how tight my cunt. How much he loves touching me. How he's dreamed of having a mate as perfect as me. On and on, his thoughts swirl around me, drowning me in the constant litany of how amazing I am. Between that and the feel of his hands on my skin, caressing and petting me, I relax.
Then, Mhal sinks deeper.
I suck in a breath, expecting it to hurt, for the tightness and the feeling of “too much” to continue. It doesn't, though; there's an ache and a hint of burn that's quickly gone, and then I'm just left with fullness and a breathtaking sensation I've never felt before. Oh. That's…oh. That's really good.
Mhal groans over me. You are so tight, my fires. You feel amazing. His hand strokes my backside, his thoughts possessive. I am going to push deeper now. You can take me.
I can. I'm surprised when I answer him in my head. It feels natural, like making words aloud is too much effort. Not when he's so deep inside me and his thoughts are overwhelming mine. I want you all the way inside me, I tell him. I want you to feel good, too.
He grunts, and then he thrusts deep, his hips smacking against mine. I gasp, startled at the sharp sensation, but the pinch of it is gone in a moment, followed by the return of the intense fullness. Mhal pauses over me, his thoughts pushing against mine as if searching to see how I feel.
I'm okay, I send back.
Good.
He pulls back and then thrusts deep again. Hot lust spirals through my mind, and I realize how close Mhal is to losing control. He's trying hard for my sake, wanting to make it good for me, but he's filled with thoughts of my scent and how amazing I feel and how much he aches with wanting to spill inside me. His sac is tight, his legs tense, and he thrusts into me again, and then again, his movements quick and sharp. His hips snap against mine, and I gasp each time he smacks into me. The force of his body pumping into mine is startling…and exciting.
I kinda love it.
I fall into the sensations, letting him take over. Or I try to, anyhow. But I love when he pushes into me hard and fast, and I learn that when I move, pushing my hips back to meet him, it increases the friction between us and feels even better. I whimper as he fucks me harder, and I can feel his determination to make me come. A twinge of guilt hits me because I haven't yet. Should I come faster? Is there something wrong with me that he feels good inside me but I'm not exploding like they do in the books Manda reads? Should I be doing more?
