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I gasp, my pussy milking his shaft before he withdraws again. It’s almost too full, the way he stretches me. His heat matches my own. He clenches his jaw, his muscles flexing under my touch. Bottoming out inside me, his head falls back, and my name comes out raw on his lips. Reaching for him, I stroke his hair as he moves in and out. He rolls his hips, and I gasp. It is too much, too full, too perfect having him here with me, with nothing between us. No secrets, no questions, only love.
“Navarone,” I whisper, his name a promise on my lips. A promise to love him with all my heart.
“Alice,” he rasps, brushing my hair back, crushing me with his weight. And I love it, like I love him.
I rock my hips, meeting each of his slow thrusts. The sounds leaving my throat are pleading, begging him to go faster. He pushes in and out of me again and again. Running my fingers through his hair, the strands fall in front of his dark eyes. He licks his lips as he sinks into me again with excruciating slowness, our mouths inches away from each other.
My body quivers, and he trembles when I let my fingers move down his broad, muscular back to the swell of his ass. He kisses me again before moaning my name, moving his mouth over the corner of my eyes, the tip of my nose, then the side of my mouth, and looking me over. With each thrust of his hips, with every withdrawal of his pulsing heat, I reach the edge I want to jump off with him. He growls as I tighten my legs around him. He picks up speed, pulling in and out, my name coming out like a mantra. “Fuck, Alice.”
“Please, faster,” I moan.
And he does, alternating between his hard and slow thrusts. Slapping his balls against my butt when he slams into me. I love the way his muscles strain. I ache for him, his strength, and how deep he is taking me, it hurts like hell and I gasp.
“Damn you okay?” he asks.
Nodding I toss my head back, my body coming up from the mattress again. One of his hands moves under my ass, pushing me against him.
I hike my leg up, he goes in deeper that way, and I gasp. “Babe?” There is a question in his low voice, his jaw clenching. “I love you.” His voice is thick and raspy. He kisses my temple, his body trembling. Thrusting in, he takes it slow and rests his forehead against mine.
I whisper his name. He throbs deep inside me. We are both covered in sweat. I’m so close. He stills, holding back, making the moment last.
He traces the line of sweat dripping from his stomach onto mine, to my clit. I follow his movement and groan when he spreads me open. He has me squirming under him, open wide, and he knows I’m reaching the edge. He kisses me hard, licking his fingers and finding my clit, slapping it. My breath hitches; our bodies are grinding together. His hard cock throbs as he pushes in again and again. “I love you,” he groans.
Shattering around him, I let myself go. I cry out, taking everything he does to me.
As I collapse back onto the mattress, convulsing around his hard cock, he swears. He quickly pulls out and shoots his cum on my pubic bone, before shouting my name and collapsing on top of me.
His heartbeat pounds through my chest, while he watches me. With his eyelids half-closed, he runs his fingers through the cum down to my clit, tracing my folds. He grabs the sheet and wipes the stickiness from my stomach.
“I wanted your first time to be special,” he whispers, following the line of my nose with his.
“It was,” I answer before kissing him, feeling lightheaded from my orgasms and the empty bottle of Jack standing on the nightstand.
Deepening the kiss, he whispers, “Fuck, I love you.” His cock twitches and he grins.
Slowly, he slides his fingers in and out of my pussy, there is blood on them.
“Are you sore, did it hurt?” he asks, grabbing his shirt from the floor and wiping his fingers on it before doing the same with my tender folds.
I shake my head. “No it was everything I ever wanted.”
“Good,” he drawls, throwing his shirt on the floor. I close my eyes until little shudders wake me with every stroke of his thumb over my sweet spot.
“Rone,” I plead for my second release—or third or fourth.
He grabs the condom wrapper and rips it open with his teeth, rolling it over his length. Guilt slides across his face. “I made sure not to come inside of you the first time, but now I want to feel you milking my cock when I do,” he says and my stomach tenses.
Fucking hell, we hadn’t used a condom the first time.He didn’t come inside me, I don’t think. Fuck. I can’t remember, my head is still fuzzy from all the whiskey we drank.
The sensation of his big head sliding into me makes me whimper.
“Babe, are you still with me?” he asks, kissing me, pushing deep inside.
“Yes,” I cry out, my back arching. The muscles in my pussy pulse with every stroke to my sweet spot, building me up. He watches me as he pushes me higher with each slide of his hips.
My sex is throbbing and my thighs tense when he picks up his pace. I shatter violently, shuddering and shouting out his name, clinging onto him and drawing his body to mine. He muffles my scream by plunging his tongue deep inside my mouth, kissing me crazily.
He moans, pumping in and out of me. Grabbing my hips, he digs his fingers into my thighs. I’m panting hard, gasping every time he slams into me. I pull on his hair and he growls. His abs flex and he comes, shouting my name.
