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Then, he slips inside me. Just a notch, but enough to steal my breath away. Everything's tight, tight, tight…but then he twitches against me, and I'm reminded of before, when my body accommodated his fingers. So I wait, living for his kisses, and when a few moments pass, I give an experimental rock of my hips. Better. I feel as full as before, with his fingers. Maybe even fuller. It's…indescribable. "Are you in?"
Agakor makes an indecipherable sound.
Is that…a no? I reach between us, and I feel my body, stretched tight around him. Moving my fingers lower, I realize I've only managed to swallow the head of him inside my body. Oh. Goddess Belara, he has a lot of cock. But I'm determined. "I can take it," I tell him.
"You can." His voice is strained. "I know you can. Just relax and let it happen."
Relax? Let it happen? He's not the one trying to take something as big as my forearm into his body. Panting, I try to do as he asks, though. I close my eyes and do my best to relax, leaning into his kisses and dragging the tips of my breasts over his chest as I move. His hips move in short, rocking motions as we share small, quick kisses.
"Touch yourself," he tells me. "Right on your clit. Make yourself feel good."
I bury my face against his neck in shyness. "Right now?"
"Aye, right now. Show it to me."
Oh, goddess. With a whimper, I place a trembling hand between my thighs and caress myself there. Immediately, lust flickers through my body. With him pressing into me, it adds another layer of sensation, and I whimper again as I continue to toy with my clit. All the breath seems to have left my body, and as he murmurs words of encouragement, I keep teasing myself.
"Look at how good you are," he croons, and the fine hairs on my neck stand up. Gods, he sounds so amazing when he talks to me like that. "Look at how much of my cock you're taking into that tight little cunt of yours, Iolanthe. Keep going. You can take more."
"I can," I pant, desperately wanting to please him. It feels like I'm at the limit of what my body can take, but somehow I keep shifting my hips and touching myself, and I sink further down onto him. My thighs brush against his and I realize how much of him is inside me. He lifts his hands and I sink down the rest of the way with a gasp, sheathing him entirely. "Oh, goddess."
"Beautiful," Agakor says, his hand going to the back of my neck and pulling me in for another kiss. "You are so beautiful, Iolanthe. So perfect. How do you feel?"
"Really full," I manage. Everything feels tight and stuffed and like nothing I've felt before.
He kisses me again, and one hand slides to my breast. "Just relax. Get used to the feeling, love."
Oh. He's calling me love? My heart does a happy little dance at the nickname. I smile up at him, but I quickly grow distracted again as his thumb moves over my nipple, teasing and toying with it until it's aching and I'm dying to move on top of him. With a frustrated sound, I rock my hips…and nothing hurts. It's still tight, still a lot, but I can handle this. "Agakor," I say, smiling as I slide my arms around his neck. "What do we do now?"
"Now," he tells me in a low voice. "You hold on and let me claim you."
Hold on? But his meaning becomes clear when he clasps my hips and lifts me up off of him, high enough that only the tip of his cock remains inside me. Then, he drags me back down over his length, until I'm engulfing him once more. Oooh. After a few rounds of this, I tentatively start to move with him, wanting to participate. It increases the friction between us, and the pleasure, and it takes me a few moments to realize we're moving so fast that I'm practically bouncing atop him as he works me over his cock. It feels good, but it's not quite the same as when his hand was on my clit. I don't have that intense lightning bolt of pleasure that makes my toes curl. This just feels…nice. Deep and different, but nice.
Agakor hums in his throat, the sound curious and thoughtful, as if he's just figured something out. I want to ask him what it is, but he changes the angle on his next thrust, dragging me down against him hard, and I gasp. That felt…different. Something hot and needy unfurls in my belly. "Oh."
"That's better," he murmurs. "You like that, sweetheart?"
I nod, holding onto him as he rocks into me again, and once more, that deep slide of him into my body seems to strike an entirely different, far more sensitive spot. Pleasure pools in my belly—different than the lightning of his hand on my clit, but something I need to pursue. "More," I tell him. "I need more of that."
