“It doesn’t have to be perfect. I just need you,” I tell him honestly.
He stares at me for another long second, and then something shifts in his expression. The heat doesn’t disappear. It transforms from frantic and feral to respectful.
“Okay,” he softly agrees. “We do this my way. Slow. Gentle. And you tell me if anything hurts, if anything doesn’t feel right. I’ll stop, I swear.”
I nod, my throat too tight to speak.
His hand slides up, gentle this time, caressing my face as he leans in, kissing me slowly, like we’ve got all the time in the world. He braces a hand beside my head and uses the other to guide himself to my entrance. The moment the head of his cock presses against me, we both suck in a sharp breath.
“Jesus,” he murmurs, voice shaking. “You feel… fuck, baby.” He pushes forward slowly, carefully, inch by inch. The stretch burns slightly, but I’m still soft and pliant from before, mybody welcoming him with a low, aching fullness. I gasp, eyes squeezing shut.
“Talk to me,” he says, voice tight. “Too much?”
“No,” I whisper, tears prickling behind my eyelids. “It’s just… it’s a lot. But it’s good. Keep going.”
He leans down, pressing his lips to my cheek, my jaw, my neck, murmuring soft reassurances as he keeps easing in. When he’s fully sheathed inside me, we both groan at the overwhelming sensation.
He holds still, buried deep, letting me adjust.
I wrap my arms around his back, feeling the way his muscles tremble under my palms.
“You okay?” he asks, his voice cracking.
I nod. “You can move. I want you to.”
He pulls out slowly, then slides back in, testing the rhythm, watching my face with every stroke. The pain fades, replaced by a warm hum that grows stronger with each gentle thrust.
My body begins to respond, arching, reaching, chasing, and he kisses me again. Our mouths move in tandem, just like our bodies. The rhythm builds gradually. Deep and intentional. Every thrust makes me feel more connected to him, every touch an unspoken promise. And somewhere in the middle of it all, my eyes begin to well, not from pain, but from the staggering emotion.
He stills, his concerned eyes on mine. “Clover? Are you okay?”
I nod frantically, cupping his face. “Don’t stop.Please. I just… I love you so much, it’s overwhelming.”
His eyes shine, and he kisses me fiercely. He’s trying to pour every ounce of his love into me, and I feel it all.
The tempo rises again, our bodies moving in sync, breaths tangled, hands everywhere. I feel it building, slow and delicious, coiling tighter and tighter. Phoenix groans, his thrusts growing deeper, less controlled.
Like he’s right on the edge.
With a groan, he suddenly pulls back slightly, shocking me. I go to ask if he’s okay, but his hands grab my waist as he spins us on the bed. “I have to change this up, or I’m not gonna last long enough. You feel too fucking good, baby.”
He lands with his back on the bed, and he pulls me down to straddle him. My anxiety begins to flow through me again as he moves me into position, but his hand slides out, gripping my thigh. “Hey… I got you.”
And that’s all the encouragement I need.
Biting my bottom lip, he uses one hand to hold my hip, the other lines his cock up with my pussy, and he helps ease me down onto him. My mouth forms a perfect ‘O’ as I slide all the way down, almost climaxing with how much deeper this feels.
“Shit, Phoenix, it’s so…” I can’t even finish my sentence. Or move. Or think while I sit here trying to function.
He chuckles, his thumbs gently brushing my thighs while he looks up at me lovingly. “I know, baby. We’ll move only when you’re ready.”
Somehow, I find the strength to shift my hands to his chest, and just that small movement, leaning forward, sends a whispered gasp out of my mouth.
“So sensitive, Clo.” He groans, his cock twitching inside me, only making me feel more.
My nails dig into his chest, my breathing quickens as everything starts to tremble. “I need to move.”
He grins, and without hesitation, we move together in perfect harmony. Our bodies glistening as I ride him in bed. His hard length thrusts up inside me, stretching me perfectly as my nails scratch his perfect skin. He groans when my head falls back in a bliss I didn’t even know existed.
