"Livia," he breathed, voice strained. "What… I…”
His hips jerked again and I placed a steadying hand on his thigh, feeling the muscles quiver beneath my palm. I slid lower, taking more of him into my mouth, sliding my tongue over his warm skin. I pulled back slowly, letting my tongue drag along his length. Tarshi's grip in my hair tightened, a low moan escaping his lips. I looked up at him to see him watching me, his eyes wide and his lips parted as he panted softly.
"By the gods," he whispered, voice husky. "I never imagined it could feel like this."
I worked him slowly, savouring every gasp and shudder, wanting him to feel good but also wanting him to feel desired. His inexperience was evident in the way he trembled beneath me, in the desperate sounds that escaped his throat, and each moan felt like a reward to me.
I could feel him tensing, his breaths coming faster, and I knew he was close. Part of me wanted to keep going, to bring him to completion with my mouth, but another part of me ached to feel him inside me.
Suddenly, his hands tightened in my hair. "Livia, wait," he gasped. "I... I don't want to finish like this."
I pulled back, looking up at him questioningly. His face was flushed, eyes dark with desire.
"I want to be inside you," he said softly, almost reverently. "If... if that's alright."
I nodded, unable to say anything as I took in the sheer size of him once again. Not wanting him to see me hesitate, I carefully straddled him, lifting my shift up around my waist. The heat ofhim pressed against my core, and I bit back a moan. I wrapped my hand around him, rubbing the head of his cock over my pussy. I was already slick for him and he groaned, his hands settling on my hips.
"Livia," he pleaded, voice rough with need.
Our eyes locked, and I saw a flicker of nervousness in his gaze.
"It's alright," I murmured. “I’ve got you.” I sank down slowly, gasping at the stretch as he entered me. He was so big, it was bordering on painful. I sank down an inch or two, then lifted slightly before sliding further down. Inch by inch, I took him in, trying to relax as I adjusted to his size. Tarshi's fingers dug into my hips, his eyes wide and unfocused as he fought to stay still.
"Gods," he breathed, his voice strained. "You feel... I can't..."
"Breathe," I whispered, my own voice shaky. "Just breathe."
Slowly, I began to move, rising and falling on his length. Each movement sent sparks of pleasure through me, the slight pain only heightening the sensation. Tarshi's eyes were fixed on my face as if I were some sort of miracle. Each time I sank down onto him, I took more of him inside me, and I could feel him trembling beneath me, struggling to hold back.
He took a deep breath, and I realised he was getting himself under control. He began to help lift me, guiding me slowly back down over and over.
“More?” he asked, and I must have hesitated, because he stilled for a moment.
“Are you ok? Am I doing something wrong?” he asked quietly.
“No, you're not at all,” I said quickly, looking up at him. I blushed. "You’re just…um… rather a lot to…”
He glanced down and then up at me again, understanding dawning.
“Oh.”
“It’s fine,” I reassured him. “More than fine, only I need to take it slow and um… adjust.”
“I can go slowly,” he said. He lifted me again, watching this time as I slid back down over him.
“Gods that’s… watching that… watching how well you take me in…”
I moaned as he pulled me down a little lower, then lifted me again.
“I love watching this,” he said, his eyes still fixed on where our bodies joined. “I love watching you take me in. Can you take more, Livia?”
I nodded, barely able to breathe myself as he pushed deeper, sensation filling me.
“You’re so good,” he murmured. “So beautiful. Take more of me, that’s it…”
His words had heat flaring inside me, and I rested my hands on his arms, trusting him to guide me down. He groaned as I sank further on to him, and I gasped, feeling an incredible fullness inside me.
“One more,” he urged, lifting me again.
