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That didn't take long at all. He's hard as stone already.
When his mouth lifts from mine, I nip at his lower lip, as ravenous for more as he is. "Okay, you've convinced me. Sex now, please."
He grins, then leans in to kiss me again. The moment he does, he slips his hand into the loose waist of my pants and seeks my pussy. I'm wet and slippery already, and when he groans against my mouth, I pant with sheer need. "How did you ever think you were unable to get aroused? Look at how wet you are for me."
"I guess I needed a champion." I rock against his fingers. "Help me undress?"
Victor's eyes flare with hunger, and he grabs at my tunic. Quickly, I realize he's impatient enough that I'm going to end up with a lot of ripped clothing, so I squirm out from under him, undressing as I go. My tunic is a pretty pink one with embroidered flowers and a delicately scalloped hem and I want to keep it. Pretty, feminine tunics are part of my armor.
I get to my feet, stripping, and Victor is right there with me, his hands all over my body. I moan with impatience, undressing as quickly as possible. When I shimmy my pants down my thighs, Victor grabs my hips and rubs his cock against my backside, and I nearly fall on the bed with how good it feels. My knees get weak, and I practically stumble out of my pants, kicking them aside. "Do that again."
"Bee…stars, you feel so keffing good. I've imagined taking you a hundred different ways, but I never thought it'd feel so keffing intense." He drags his cock against the cleft of my buttocks again, and it makes me want to squirm with just how badly I need him, need this. I move forward slightly, my hands on the edge of the bed as I angle my backside into the air.
"Want to do it like this?" I ask, breathless. "From behind? Or do you want face to face?"
"I want all of it," he groans, sounding pained with need. One big hand skims up my spine, then hauls me back to rub my bottom against his cock again. "You pick. I can't think. Just…need to be in you already."
Oh god, I want that, too. I want that so bad I'm trembling. So I climb forward on the mattress, get on my hands and knees, and tilt forward, thrusting my ass into the air, presenting to him. "Please."
"Bee." The way he says my name is pure desire. As if he's going to lose his mind if he has to wait another moment to have me. I shift my weight, spreading my knees apart, and when I feel the press of his cock against the entrance to my core, I want to weep with how good it feels. Just the head of him is hard and thick, and we've played like this several times before—where Victor would dip the tip inside me and make me come just from that, but it felt too dangerous to do often. Now, though, he can push in as deep as he wants. He can take me as hard as he wants.
And I want everything he can give me.
Victor pushes the head of his cock into me, then slowly pushes further in. I knew the first time we had sex there wouldn't be a ton of foreplay, that he was going to need me so badly that it was going to be quick and messy. I didn't anticipate how much I'd need him, though. How I'd feel primed for a quick, dirty taking, as if the last few weeks have been nothing but a build-up to this moment. How much my heart would swell with love when he pushes inside me and his breath hitches in his throat.
"Tight," he manages.
"I can take you," I promise him. "Keep going."
His body presses against mine and I can feel Victor trembling, overwhelmed with sensation or from holding himself back. Maybe both. All I know is that it feels as if he's spearing me, his cock thicker than I'd imagined, and yet so good I want to just revel in the sensation. My fingers twist in the blankets and I bite back a moan as his hips jerk and he thrusts a little deeper. "Tell me," he chokes. "Tell me if you need to stop. You're so small and tight—"
"You feel amazing," I pant, turning my head to the side and pressing my cheek to the blankets so he can watch my expression. "God, you feel so good. I need this. Need you, Victor."
"Bee," Victor says, my name beautiful on his lips. "Bee. My Bee."
And he surges forward, sinking to the hilt with one snap of his hips.
I gasp, the sensation rippling through me. I exhale, feeling stuffed to the gills, and the stretch of him takes my breath away. It's verging on painful, but the sensation is so sharp that it's incredible, and when he freezes, I make a sound of wordless protest. "That was so good," I tell him, dazed. "Don't stop. Oh, don't stop."
