I kissed her, long and slow, letting her taste herself. She moved against me, her body seeking what she needed.
I stood, stripping out of my jeans. Her eyes went wide when she saw my size, but she didn’t look scared. If anything, she looked hungry. That sweet pink tongue darted out to wet her lips and my cock jerked, thick and aching with need to be inside her.
“Let me know if anything’s too much.” She nodded as I lay back on top of her. I took my cock in my hand, positioning myself at her entrance, the head barely pressing against her. Slowly, I pushed inside her. The sensation of her tight pussy gripping me was incredible, but I forced myself to go slow, to let her adjust.
She tensed when I encountered her barrier, her fingers digging into my shoulders.
“Breathe,” I whispered against her ear. “Just breathe, sweetheart.”
I pushed through gently, and she cried out, her body going rigid beneath mine. I stilled, kissing her face, her neck, whispering soothing words until the tension began to leave her body.
“Okay?” I asked when she relaxed slightly.
“Okay,” she whispered. “More. Please.”
She was so damn tight, wrapped around me like her body had been made to fit mine. Every instinct in me screamed to take her harder, deeper—but I held back, grinding my teeth, watching her face for every flicker of discomfort.
But there was none.
“That’s it, baby, take me. You’re doing so damn good.” I pushed deeper, inch by inch, until I was fully seated inside her.The feeling was indescribable—not just the physical sensation of being buried in her tight heat, but the knowledge that I was her first. That she’d chosen me for this.
“Ellie,” I groaned. “You feel incredible.”
I started to move, slow and gentle, letting her get used to the sensation. But when she began to move with me, when soft moans started escaping her lips, my control began to fray.
I wanted to give her everything—slow and sweet, rough and filthy. Everything. Her nails dug into my back as I rocked my hips slowly, each thrust measured and deep, filling her completely.
“Nate,” she breathed, head thrown back, eyes glassy. “You feel so good. I’m so full.”
“Yeah?” I rasped, cupping the back of her thigh and hitching it higher around my waist.
She nodded, her voice breaking. “More. Please.”
Fuck. That soft, pleading voice just about wrecked me. I didn’t make her ask twice.
I drove into her harder, deeper, claiming her with a possessiveness that should have scared me. She met me thrust for thrust, her legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me deeper.
“Mine,” I growled against her neck, my hips slamming into hers. “You’re mine, Ellie.”
“Yes,” she cried out, her pussy clenching around my cock. “Yours. All yours.”
“That’s it,” I panted, feeling her getting close. “Come for me, sweetheart. Come on my cock.”
Her orgasm hit her like a lightning strike, her whole body convulsing beneath me as she screamed my name. The feeling of her pussy spasming around me, milking my cock, sent me over the edge.
I came harder than I ever had in my life, burying myself deep and filling her with everything I had. My vision went white around the edges, and for a moment, the only thing that existed was Ellie beneath me and the incredible feeling of being completely connected to her.
When I finally came back to myself, she was stroking my hair, pressing soft kisses to my temple. I was probably crushing her, but I couldn’t bring myself to move. Not yet.
“Are you okay?” I asked when I could finally speak.
“Better than okay,” she whispered. “That was... incredible.”
I lifted my head to look at her, seeing the satisfied glow in her eyes, the soft smile on her lips. The blush when she looked at me. She looked thoroughly loved, thoroughly claimed, and something possessive stirred in my chest.
She was mine now. Whether that was smart or not, whether I deserved her or not, she was mine.
And I was never letting her go.
