"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."
Victor grips my hips tightly, his fingers digging into my extra padding. "Kef me," he grits out. "Kef. Kef me."
"Victor," I whimper. I'm tearing the sheets off the bed but I don't care. I just need him to start moving inside me. To fuck me hard with that big cock of his. I close my eyes, my lips parting. "You feel incredible."
He growls low, the sound dangerous, but it just makes my toes curl with desire. I know he'd never hurt me, never lose control when it comes to me. That's a growl of delicious need, and when he moves his hips, burying himself deep again, I cry out his name. I knew sex with Victor—penis-in-vagina sex—would be intense, but I just didn't realize how intense. His body shakes, and I know he's holding himself back. I open my eyes, glancing back at him over my shoulder. "Are you okay?"
His face is taut, his hands gripping my thick hips tight. Victor's face is all intensity, and he looks moments away from snapping.
"Victor?" I ask again softly.
"So much," he manages to grit out. "It's so much to feel you like this."
"Do you want to stop?"
The growl returns. "Never. Never, Bee." His throat works, and then he manages, "Need you so hard." His body jerks again, the movement tight, as if he's forcing himself to stop what he naturally wants to do. "Just…give me a moment…"
"Then take me hard," I tell him, and I clench my inner walls, squeezing as tight as I can. "I'm all yours."
The sound Victor makes is broken, as if he's been unleashed from whatever restraints he's put upon himself. Before I have time to say anything else, he slams into me again, hard and fast. I squeak, startled, but hot pleasure rushes through my body, making my skin prickle in response, and my sound of surprise turns into a moan. He lets out another broken noise and thrusts deep again. Then, he's driving into me with ruthless force, as if he's unable to stop himself. Over and over, he thrusts into me, my body (and the bed) shaking with the ferocity of his need.
And it feels so damned good.
With a little cry, I brace my elbows into the bed, trying to stop from sliding across the mattress. He's got my hips gripped tight, but the force of our mating is rattling the frame itself. I've never been fucked so hard, and the choked, gasping sounds I make somehow turn into pleading for more. More of his cock, more of his power, more of everything. I love it, and I love how he's losing himself in my body. I knew this would be so good, because we love each other, but god, I had no idea that I would need this so badly. I had no idea that when he bottomed out with each rough thrust, that the slap of his hips against my skin would send ripples of ecstasy through my body, or that he'd go so deep that it'd start a new, strange sort of hunger unfurling in my belly. All I know is that the moment that new wave of sensation hits me, I chase it. I slide a hand under my body and touch my clit, and as soon as I do, my body locks up in the hardest orgasm ever. I whine even as I touch myself, my body clenching tight around his driving cock, and when I come, I come so hard that I see stars and every muscle stops working, tight as tripwire. The climax races through me as I clench and squeeze, helpless to participate as he pounds into me and tells me how good I feel.
Then Victor is coming too, his breath stuttering as his movements jerk and lose their rhythm. I feel the hot pulse of him deep inside me, the warmth of his release surprisingly noticeable. His body temperature must be higher than mine, I think in a daze as his thrusts slow, the sound of him plunging into my body becoming wet and loud. I moan again, my eyes fluttering closed. Victor lets out a ragged breath and then collapses on top of me, his big body covering mine.
"Heavy," I murmur as he pushes me into the mattress. I don't move, of course. I'm too boned to move. He's dicked all the strength out of me.
Victor lets out a satisfied sigh, then gets off of me. His cock slides free from my sprawled body, and I let out a little sound of protest. I already want him back. He strokes his hands over my hips and thighs, then rolls me over and adjusts me like a doll, making me comfortable in the bed. "My beautiful Bee," he murmurs, gazing in fascination down at my body. His hand goes between my thighs, and he rubs my folds, slicking his fingers through the mess we've made and rubbing it all over my pussy. "I should have asked if I could come inside you. I didn't think."
"It's all right," I say, yawning. I'm always sleepy after a good round of sex and right now, I'm definitely feeling replete and in need of a nap. "You can't make me pregnant without medical assistance."
"Mmm. And do you want to be?" He glances up at me even as his wet fingers stroke over my skin.
I haven't really thought about it. "Maybe at some point? Right now I'm just happy we're together."
His smile broadens. "I am the same." Two fingers push inside me, and I wriggle against his hand. "But…I am glad I can come inside you. It was…so good, Bee." Victor's expression is dazed. "In all my imaginings, it was never as good as that."