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“I want you inside me,” I say between kisses.
He brushes his lips across the shell of my ear. “In time, little monster.”
He eases me onto the bed and stands above me. His cock is thick and heavy between his thighs as he reaches for a condom and rips open the packet.
“Put it on me,” he says, handing it to me.
I’ve never touched a condom before. Not even in health class when they got the students to roll one on a banana. My fingers shake, but I manage to secure it over the smooth head.
“That’s it, now roll it down my cock,” he says, his voice like smooth whiskey.
I stroke the sheath down his length, feeling the ridges and smooth planes beneath my palm.
He crawls onto the bed and excitement surges through me. This is it. This is me losing my virginity.
He kneels between my legs and eases down. “Lift your knees.”
I do as he says, and when he buries his face between my thighs, his tongue grazes my pussy, and dear God, who knew how good that was going to feel.
He licks and strokes, and I arch my back as raw pleasure flies through me.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he murmurs.
I begin to shake.
The moment his tongue reaches the summit of my clit, my body jerks, my back arches, and I explode. Between my thighs, he is a god. Masterful and genius, and very giving. As in, he gives me two very powerful orgasms that flush though me from head to toe.
As the second one recedes, he pushes up on his powerful arms and looks down at me. “Are you ready?”
Affection warms his expression and suddenly, I’m not nervous anymore.
“More than ready,” I say.
He takes his heavy cock in his hand and places it where his tongue has just been. He rubs the thick head through the wetness, where I’m still swollen and sensitive, and I jerk beneath his touch.
He leans down with his palms either side of my face and looks at me with so much affection I feel myself fall.
“I’ve got you,” he whispers, and without any further hesitation, he pushes his cock inside me.
The sting is immediate, and I bite back the pain. Tears form in the corner of my eyes and then spill down my cheek.
He pauses, giving me a moment for my body to adjust. “You okay?”
I nod between the palms of his hands. “It’s perfect.”
One more push, and he breaks me. I cry out, and he plants his mouth onto mine and kisses me through the pain.
He starts to rock into me with more rhythm, and I start to move with him.
He kisses a tear from my cheek. “You’re doing good, little monster.”
I’m not going to come. Not again. But I feel loved and taken care of, and exactly where I want to be.
“You’re so beautiful,” he moans. He’s taking it slow, but I can see the struggle on his face. He’s trying not to let go and thrust too hard. He’s also trying not come. Which makes me feel warm and excited because I’m doing that to him. Massimo De Kysa is inside me and I’m putting that look on his face.
“I always knew it would be like this with you. So perfect. Oh God… so fucking perfect.” He kisses me hard, and his hands find mine and drags them up to rest by my head. He clasps them tight as his hips gather speed.
The pain has lessened, and we move together in perfect harmony. Slow and deep. Hard but gentle. And when he comes, it’s not violent or rampant. He clasps my hands and drives his cock deeper, and I feel it throb as he releases into me.
He sinks onto me, blanketing me with his warm body, and I melt boneless into the mattress, wrapping my arms around his broad back.
We lie together in silence, and I feel the rapid pounding of his heart. He’s still inside me, and I’ve never felt closer to another human being than I do right now.
When he finally eases out of me, I feel the loss of his warm body and know I want to do it again as soon as my body is ready.
With my head sunk into the pillow, I watch him leave the bed and disappear into the bathroom. I hear the sound of water running, then the tap switches off, and when he returns, the condom is gone and he’s holding a damp wash cloth.
He kneels between my legs and tenderly places the cloth against my heated skin.
“Did I hurt you?” he asks.
I shake my head. “No, it was perfect.”
“But it’s tender?”
“A little.”
He’s being gentle with me. Despite knowing those hands are capable of great brutality, right now they’re being tender and loving and taking great care of me.
“Better?” he asks.
I nod. “Thank you.”
