"Oh god, Ren," I gasp. "You're—god, you're so muchbiggerthan I remember."
"I'm not…" he trails off, groaning and trembling, and starts over. "I'm not hurting you?"
I can't answer—the painful burn of him fully impaled in me is rapidly morphing to something else.
Still a burn, still an ache, still a stretch, but…
A good kind of burn. A delicious ache. A glorious stretch.
"No," I whisper. “Not anymore. Now you just feel…" I knot my fingers in his hair and give an exploratory rock of my hips, and fireworks detonate inside me, heat and pressure and need burgeoning in every cell of my being. "Oh god, oh god, oh god—Ren."
I feel him respond to my testing movement, his hips involuntarily trying to drive up to meet me—it's a partial movement, a thrust restrained. "Sophia…ah meu deus, meu amor, você se sente tão bem…"
My arms wind around his neck and I cling to him, shaking. "My Ren, my love."
I tilt my hips to pull away, and his cock slicks and stutters through my tight, pulsing sex, and I cry out, gasping, head hanging to press my lips against his chest. I hesitate, drawing out the moment until I'm half-mad with the need to have him inside me—now that I know the wondrous beauty that is having him buried within me.
I nip his earlobe, breathe my request. "Ren, I want—I need you to…" I chicken out, and words fail me.
"What, my love? Anything."
“Take over, please. I need you to take over." The words tumble out, and now that they've been uttered, I feel free to be more bold. "Take me, Ren. Love me."
He cups my face, brushes my hair away, fingers diving into my hair, tilting my mouth to his, and he claims a kiss. "Yes, my love."
He kisses me and kisses me, all tangling tongues and sliding lips and gasps for breath, I have his cock wedged just inside me and I ache emptily for him to fill me, to take me, to bring us into union again. He scours the expanse of my back, palms sliding over my spine, and then he has a double handful of my ass and he grips me, hard and tight.
"Ready?" he breathes into my ear.
I nod. “Yes. Yes, please, yes, Ren."
“You'll tell me if—"
"It won’t hurt, and I won't be afraid or panic. But if I do, I'll tell you." I cling to him, shake above him, gripping his hips with my thighs. "Now…take me."
He pulls me down his cock, thrusting slowly up into me, and he groans a long, ragged sigh of ecstasy and relief as he buries himself to the hilt inside me. My cry is guttural and gasping, and I clutch his neck so hard I must surely be choking him, my face in his throat, his pulse a soothing, rapid stippling against my nose and lips.
"Again," I rasp. "Please. Again."
He drags me up his shaft and then immediately draws me back down, thrusting up into me again, and now we both groan in unison, and our mouths find each other instinctively.
"Ren!" I cry. "Yes—yes, my love. Again. Don't stop."
"It's good?" he asks.
“So much more than just good," I answer, lifting up to brace my hands on his pecs. "You're the best thing I've ever felt."
It's true. I burn with the ache of him as he gives me what I asked for—another slow stroke, lifting me up his cock and dragging me back down, thrusting so deep I feel him penetrate my very soul, ripping a ragged choking gasp of ecstasy from my lips.
Nothing has ever felt this way. Nothing—never. I hold his eyes as he sinks into me until my ass settles and squishes wide against his hips and thighs; he pulls my ass apart and drives deeper, and I cry out again, head hanging with my chin to my breastbone.
"More," I whisper, and then find my voice. "More!"
He groans at my demand, and his hands slide up my belly to gather my breasts, and he drives up into me, pushing deeperwithout pulling out first. "Oh fuck, Sophia—fuck, you feel…oh god, my love. How are you mine?"
I shift forward, putting more weight on my hands, still braced on his chest. "I am—I'm yours. All yours. All for you." I rock forward as he pulls back, and when I feel him start to thrust, I drive my ass down to meet him.
A high, breathless scream tears out of me, and I feel my thighs shaking, feel my core blossoming with expanding heat, pulsating with hot, detonating fury—an orgasm swelling low and deep.
