Until.
Untilhe shushes me. Until I feel his chest shudder against mine and realize he’s shaking. His big, hard body is shivering. Not the way it did before but in a different way. In a way where it makes me think he’s in pain. He’s hurting. Probably because he wants to move. Isn’t that what guys always want? They want to move inside a tight, hot virgin pussy, but he isn’t.
Instead, he’shuggingme.
Or more like, making me burrow inside his body. He’s got his big hand on the back of my head and his other arm around my waist. And he’s pressing my forehead into the side of his neck where I can feel his pulse going and going. I feel his skin sweating. And then I hear him say in my ear, “I’ve got you. I’ve got you, baby.”
I clutch his shoulders then, my breaths trembling, my pussy all stretched out and hurting. “I… It’s… I don’t…”
“It’s my fault,” he says, squeezing his arm around me. “It’s me.”
“You’re so… b-big.”
At my words, his dick pulses inside of me and I moan with pain again. With the stretch. And he presses my forehead into his neck even more. “It hurts, yeah?”
A tear streams down my cheek. “Yes. I don’t think I can?—”
“You can,” he cuts me off. Before I can protest, he tilts his face to the side, his stubble scraping against my cheek and his mouth brushing against my ear as he says, “Because you were made for me.”
My heart skips a beat. “I don’t think that’s?—"
“Shh, it’s okay. Just breathe with me, okay? Can you do that?”
“Y-yes.”
“Okay, okay, good,” he says. “Together.”
And then he proceeds to coach me through it. One breath in, one breath out, and repeat. In and out, in and out, our chestsmoving in tandem to each other, the air from his lungs mingling with the air in mine. Slowly but steadily.
Which is when I realize I was too quick to judge. All my friends were right. This is the way to do it. Because I don’t think anyone has taken such care with me before. Such slow and tender, intense care where we breathe as one, where we exist as one. Where nothing exists but him and me and our bodies and our breaths. Where all I can feel is his heat, his scent.
Him inside of me.
“You’re doing so good,” he whispers, still breathing with me.
“I-I am?”
“Yeah,” he grates, kissing my ear, stroking my scalp. “You’re being so good for me. So fucking good.”
My pussy pulses again, and it’s painful but it doesn’t seem so bad now. “You t-think so?”
“Fuckyeah,” he says in the same tone, his fingers starting to work his magic, his dick throbbing again. “You’re being so brave right now.”
Another tear streams down my face as my belly flutters at his praise. “I don’t feel b-brave.”
“You are, baby. You’re being so fucking brave, taking me like this. Letting me inside you. And you know what else?”
“What?”
“You feel so fucking good too,” he says with a moan.
“I do?”
“Uh-huh,” he continues. “You’re making it throb so fucking hard.”
“W-what?”
“My dick,” he says. “The vein on the underside of it.”
