My wanting eyes watched him, the intimacy so present and strong between us. He glided his finger from my bud, down to my opening.
“This may feel a little uncomfortable, okay? But it’s normal. If it gets too much, tell me,” he said, his voice low.
His fingertip pushed gently and slowly into me. A louder gasp left me as an unfamiliar sting burned, making me tense.
“Relax, baby,” he cooed as his lips kissed the inside of my thigh.
The feel of his lips on me took my mind off of what he was trying to do for a moment. His finger pushed further into me and I could feel myself stretching for him, the stinging and pain easing as his kisses stayed on my inner thighs.
He pulled his lips from my skin, his eyes back on me as he dipped his head between my legs again, his tongue flicking across my bud, his fingers pushing into me deeply but slowly, pulsing them.
I felt a tickling sensation building in my stomach, my insides clamping round him. His pushes sped up slightly, his tongue still slowly gliding in-between my folds and licking my bud.
“Conor,” I moaned, my hands in his hair as I tugged for him to lift his head.
“Have I hurt you?” Panic shot across his face.
“No, no. I’m just... just...” I stammered in a mumble, putting my hands over my face.
“You’re getting close to coming, baby. Are you feeling shy?” he said with a smile creeping over his face.
He slipped his fingers out of me, and I instantly missed his contact as he shuffled in-between my thighs, his face now hovering over mine.
I couldn’t help but notice a shimmering trail over his lips, my eyes focussing on them.
“That’s you, baby. Your arousal.” He grinned, licking his lips.
I glowed a crimson red.
“You’re shy,” he muttered, grabbing my hands and pulling them away from my face.
“Look at me,” he said, my eyes obeying his order. “Baby girl, I know you’re not going to come from just my dick.” He winked. “But I am going to make you come, I want you to experience your first orgasm. So lay back, relax and don’t be shy. You have nothing to be shy about.”
He kissed me softly on my lips, his hands pinning my arms above my head.
“Only move them if you’re going to grab my hair.” He smiled as he moved down my body and nestled himself back between my legs, his mouth over my sex once more before he glided his finger back in, this time not easing himself in.
A sigh left me as he continued his fast strokes, but his tongue stayed slow like before. He flicked his tongue from side to side before sucking my sensitive bud and then gliding his tongue back down.
The ticklish feeling started again, intensifying quickly, feeling like a wave about to crash down over me. The ache between my legs was building up, when all of a sudden, I felt this overwhelming urge to arch my back and moan his name, my toes curling as the sensation crashed through me, before disappearing completely.
My whole body tingled, his fingers still slowly pulsing inside me, his tongue leaving me. His head lifted, my arousal glistening on his lips, his eyes drunk off of me, his smile so big and wide at his accomplishment, which made me feel amazing.
He slipped his fingers out, pressing them between his lips as he sucked them clean.
“So sweet,” he moaned as he laid next to me, my eyes wandering to the huge, bulge that was busting out of his suit trousers.
“You okay?” he asked gently, kissing my forehead in my post orgasmic state. I felt like I was floating, slowly coming back down to earth.
“Mmm,” I said, sleepily.
“Good.” He smiled at me as he shuffled off the bed, pushing his trousers down and kicking them across the room, his cock hard and bulging against his tight boxers, my mouth going dry.
I looked him up and down, his glorious, toned body covered in so many tattoos. I wanted to lay and study every single one of them.
He crawled back onto the bed, kneeling in-between my legs, pushing them apart.
“You still want to do this?” he asked with a hint of seriousness in his voice.
“Yes,” I whispered.
He took his bottom lip in-between his teeth as he hooked his thumbs at the side of his boxers and pushed them down his thick thighs, his cock springing free. My eyes widened. I tensed up at the sight of it, my mind filled with a thousand questions.
I had to trust him, I needed to relax.
Before he knelt on the bed, he reached over to his bedside unit and grabbed a condom, tearing it with his teeth and placing the wrapper on the side before rolling it down this thick, long cock.
My eyes felt like they were watering just looking at it. He knelt back on the bed, his weight making it dip slightly as he parted my thighs.
“Baby girl, relax, okay? This will be quick, but once I’ve had you a few times, this will be the best feeling you have ever experienced. Do you trust me?”
I nodded my head quickly. His body lay over me, his body on mine, his weight on top of me. He placed his hands round my face, his mouth moving towards mine as he kissed me, his tongue darting in, dancing with my tongue.
He moved one of his hands, running it down my body before slipping a finger into me, twirling and stretching me. He kept his tongue movements slow, matching his finger.
A burning sensation started again, deep in my stomach, now aware that this feeling was the start of an orgasm building. A slight moan escaped into his mouth which spurred him on. He pulled his finger out, rubbing my arousal over the tip of his cock as he grabbed the base and lined himself up at my opening.
My eyes flicked open, his mouth pulling away from mine.
“Relax, I promise I won’t hurt you,” he said sweetly, his eyes glistening.
He pushed the tip of his cock into me, my mouth forming an O as I felt myself stretch, the stinging and burning back again as he continued to edge a bit more of himself into me.
“You okay, baby?” he asked me.
I nodded. I couldn’t speak, he had literally taken my breath away as he pushed a bit more of himself in, stilling for a moment, his eyes watching my face.
He looked down at himself as he eased a bit more of himself in, the burning apparent now, a little groan coming out of my mouth.
“Want me to stop?” he asked concerned. I shook my head while holding my breath.
He pushed his hips forward slightly as I took more of him, the burn easing slightly, then in one gentle thrust, I had taken all of him.
He stilled, not moving, letting my body adjust and accept him.
His lips pressed on mine, one of his hands resting on my hip, the other cupping my face as he slid himself out slightly before slowly pushing back in.
I had no control over my feelings. A tear escaped my eye as he continued his slow, graceful pushes into me, claiming me as his own and I couldn’t have been happier.
“Feel okay?” he asked me, his voice low, his breathing ragged.
“Mmhmm,” I hummed as he picked his pace up slightly. My body stretched around him, taking every inch of him.
After a few more thrusts, the stings had left and it felt different, the small burn apparent again in my stomach. A groan left his throat, his breath being sucked in through his teeth as he bit into his bottom lip, his eyes leaving mine as he leant up and watched himself pushing into me.
“Fuck. Darcey,” he moaned, his head tipping back, his grip tightening round my waist as he speared himself in and out of me, his hips thrusting slightly faster.