“Patience... I need you nice and wet so when I slip deep inside you, all you’ll feel is inch upon glorious inch of pleasure.”
“I'm ready now...” I pant as he releases my breasts and grabs onto the sweatpants and my panties at my hips, pulling them down my legs ever so slowly.
“Not ready enough. I need you soaked, drenched, Kitten. I need your sweet cream coating my hand and dripping down your thighs.”
His dirty words make me moan, and I can't seem to get enough of him. I know after tonight, after this moment occurs between us, losing him will hurt like hell, but I'll take the pain for a small taste of pleasure. He nudges my legs apart and sits up, his body looming above mine.
I drink him in, every delicious inch of his muscled torso. I reach up, running my fingers over his slick abs, his muscles rippling beneath my fingers. Each beautiful muscle looks as if it’s been cut from stone. My gaze drops to his stiffened cock, tenting his boxers.
“You’re going to come on my hand before he comes anywhere near you.” His voice is thick with carnal need while his fingers trail over my mound and down between my wet folds.
“Please…” I look him straight in the eyes, sinking my nails into his flesh, leaving little half-moons behind. He smirks down at me, his thumb rubbing gently against my clit, teasing me. My eyes drift closed, and then I feel it. One thick digit slips inside. At first, he only goes knuckle deep, slowly plunging his finger in and out of my tightness. Coils of pleasure fill my belly and instantly, I want more, but of course, he is taking his time as if he is savoring every slip inside me.
My body squirms underneath his touch and a soft gasp falls from my lips when he thrusts his finger past the knuckle, sinking deeper inside my channel. I claw at his abs, needing more, so much more. I spread my legs wider and gnaw on my bottom lip, the burning pleasure inside me building with each stroke. An electric current shoots through my veins, and I lift my hips, trying to meet the thrust of his finger. I pout, my inexperienced thrust not helping me get him any deeper. A soft chuckle fills the air and my eyes pop open, finding Ivan’s as if we’re two magnets, completely drawn to each other.
We stare at each other for a long moment, the pressure builds deep inside me, and my chest rises and falls like I’m running in a marathon. He adds a second finger, moving the two in a scissoring motion, all while keeping eye contact with me.
I lick my lips and feel the heat of my orgasm wash over me. My insides quiver, and my pussy clenches tightly around his thick fingers.
“Ivan…” I scream his name, bucking my hips, grabbing onto his hand to hold it in my place. The pleasure is blinding, overtaking my heart, mind, body, and soul.
Ivan doesn’t let up though; he keeps plunging deep inside me, stroking me until I start to feel a second orgasm build. He stretches my channel, preparing me for his thickness, and I watch through hooded eyes as he bites his bottom lip, watching his fingers dip in and out of me furiously.
“Come for me again, Kitten. Make that virgin pussy come all over my hand again.” Ivan’s words are crude, naughty, and downright delicious. I follow his orders, my womb tightening, unraveling at the seams as another orgasm slams into me. My channel gushes, and I feel my release do exactly as he asked, and just as he asked I come all over his hand.
I’m panting, my entire body shaking, a liquified mess when he pulls his fingers from my entrance and brings them to his lips. He licks the tips before plunging them deep inside his mouth.
“Fuck, Kitten, you’re so damn tight and taste like something I don’t fucking deserve, but damn, am I going to ravage you, like you’re my last damn meal.”
“Please, yes…” I claw at his chest like the kitten he claims me to be. He must enjoy this because he grins, moving from the bed for a moment to dispose of his boxers and grab a little foil packet from the nearby nightstand.
My eyes are glued to his incredibly stiff cock. It’s huge, bigger than I remember it being. My insides tingle at the thought of his taking me, owning my body like no one else has before.
“It’s now or never, Kitten. If you don’t want this, say it, because once I enter you, it’s going to be really fucking hard for me to stop.”
I nibble on my bottom lip, lifting my eyes to his gray ones, not even contemplating my response. “You’re it for me, Ivan. You’re what I want.”
“Good, because I want you, too,” he murmurs, crawling back onto the bed. His huge body looming above mine makes me feel protected, secure, and I know I couldn’t have chosen a better man to give myself to.
“Take me…” I want him so badly I can feel the need in every single pore of my skin. The air is electric between us and when he leans forward and presses his lips to mine, that electric current courses through my body, jolting it, restarting my heart.
He kisses me for a long moment, the sound of the foil packet opening meets my ears, and then he pulls away. He places the condom on the head of his swollen cock and rolls it down each glorious inch of stiffness.
“If I hurt you, tell me. I’ll try not to, but there’s no helping it on your first time. You’re tight as hell, and there’s no changing that, not that I would want to.” He winks at me, and I melt, I actually melt into the sheets beneath me. Spreading my legs wide, he centers himself between them, his thickness probing my entrance.
Air stills in my lungs, and then I feel him moving. One of his hands moves to beneath my head, cradling it, while the other grips onto my hip, holding me in place while he moves forward. I nibble on my bottom lip. His body is strung tight, the muscles flex as he moves, and I lift my hands, touching every inch of his perfectly chiseled chest.
I hope this moment is as perfect for him as it is me. An unknown emotion flickers in his eyes, and then pain seems to contort his features, and I don’t understand why. I almost ask him what's wrong but then I feel the head of his cock slip between my wet folds. He teases me, moving his thickness up and down over my overly sensitive clit.
“Ivan,” I whimper, wanting him deep inside of me.
“Shhh…” he orders, with a pained smile, before bringing himself to my entrance. His hips thrust forward an inch, and the air in my lungs stills when I feel him enter me. I feel stretched and a burning sensation zings across my womb.
Ivan grits his teeth and flexes his hips forward another inch, slowly gaining entrance inside me. My heart squeezes inside my chest as he possesses my body with a gentleness that I never would’ve expected. I cling to his chest, wanting more, wanting him to own me completely.
Lifting my hips, even against his paw of a hand, I urge him forward, making him slip deeper into my channel. There’s a sting of pain, but there’s pleasure, too, and I want that pleasure. I want it so bad I can taste it.
“Slow down, Kitten,” Ivan growls, and I sink my nails into his chest, lifting my hips again, stealing another greedy inch. A hiss escapes his lips as I do this a couple more times, enjoying the pleasure that courses through my veins and the rumble in Ivan’s chest as he disapproves.
Once he’s seated deep inside me, I moan. I feel impossibly full, my channel stretched and filled with every inch of Ivan. He stills, leaving me to adjust to his size but I don’t need that. I just need him. Lifting my hips, I urge him forward, and this time, he doesn’t fight it as if he, too, can’t let a single inch of space separate us.