The moment my orgasm wanes, he lifts me up and over his shoulders to set me back on my knees, straddling his hips this time. “Put your hands on my chest, Little one.”
I do as I’m told, dizzy from the orgasm, not grasping what his intention is.
“Come up on your feet, shorty,” he teases.
I stare at him, blinking.
“On your feet, Baby girl. I want you to lower yourself over my cock.”
I inhale sharply. “Papi…”
“Don’t question me, naughty girl. Do as you’re told. I want you to control our lovemaking this first time. You decide how much of me you can take into your body and when to stop. If it’s too much, we don’t have to do this tonight. We can try again another night.”
Is he crazy? We’re doing this tonight, but why do I have to be the one to control it? I don’t like this plan. “Papi… I want you to do it.”
He smiles. “Not this time, Little one.” His voice is firm. He’s not going to back down.
I glance between my legs as I rise onto my feet. It seems impossible. But Clara and Eden would have told me if mating with an Eleadian giant was too painful. They wouldn’t lie to me.
Papi grips my ass with one hand and uses the other to wrap around his cock so he can stroke it through my folds.
I moan. It feels so good. Also, his come is on my skin now, and my arousal shoots through the roof a second later. All my fears evaporate because I want this with a conviction I’ve never felt. I want Papi inside me.
“My come is soaking your skin, Janelle. I know it’s making you horny.”
I nod and lick my dry lips. I’m shaking from arousal. The need is increasing by the second. It’s all consuming. I feel too warm. My arms are shaking. My breasts are tight and heavy. The sway of the stones is maddening. Papi’s saliva is driving me out of the stratosphere.
I need this. I want it.
Papi lodges his cock at my entrance and removes his hand. “Your pace, Little one.”
I shove off his chest so my torso is upright. I’m in a very wide squat. It’s indecent and so titillating. I meet Papi’s gaze and hold it.
And then I drop all the way down, impaling myself on Papi’s erection.
All the air leaves my lungs. I regret my decision instantly. I’ve surely just split into two pieces or more. My vision goes black like it does right before I pass out.
I won’t let myself pass out this time. I’ll be brave. Fuck, it’s tight. Way too tight. But the initial pain that made me nearly lose my head is gone already.
Papi is panting. His hands are on my hips. He’s holding me down. He lets out a groan that shakes the walls. “Fuck…” The one word sounds so damn perfect. He’s undone. I did this to him.
I open my eyes. I’m still conscious. I didn’t pass out, and a glance down tells me I didn’t die either. I’m not sure how long I’ve been hovering in this state. Seconds?
“Janelle…”
The one word is spoken with so much reverence. It empowers me. Suddenly I realize he may dominate nearly every aspect of my life, and I will enjoy it, but when he’s inside me, he will lose himself. I might also lose myself at times, but there will always be this moment when I look at him and know he’s at my mercy.
I stare at his face, contorted as if he’s in pain, while I know it’s actually bliss. He needs me to move. He needs the friction. I sense that as if he’s spoken it. Or maybe it’s just that I need it, too.
As soon as I think I have control, I use my feet to lift up several inches, plant my hands on his chest, and slam backdown. I cry out, and this time it’s because every nerve ending in my body is screaming with pleasure—not just the nerves inside my vagina.
Papi sets his hands on my hips, lightly, not pushing or pulling. His kindness drives my arousal higher.
I lift and lower again. All of the pain is gone. It’s tight, but so good. I still might pass out. From pleasure.
His come is on my skin, inside and out. It’s not a full load of his semen, but it’s enough to drive me wild. I start bobbing up and down, needing more. The pressure. The tightness. The scent of him in the air. I’m breathing in his essence. It’s the first time I’ve been aware of having heightened senses.
I ride him. My breasts bouncing, the stones swaying wildly. Every time he’s fully impaled, my clit rubs against the base of his shaft. It makes my breath hitch.
