“Yes.”
“How does it feel right now?” Mark asks. He’s slowly thrusting his fingers into me, stretching and flexing.
So incredibly full. “Really empty,” I whisper. “Like there’s nothing there at all.”
Mark’s lips are back on my cheek. “Are you trying to tell me I should get something bigger inside of you?”
“Please.”
Mark fingers slid out of me, and he straightens up. I peek at him as he leans over, pulling open the drawer he got the lube from. He’s sweaty, his dark curls sticking to the back of his neck, and his eyes are black in the low light. “Kyle,” Mark huffs, lifting a box from the drawer. “What am I meant to do with these?” He brandishes the box, and I redden, reaching out to kick him. It ends up as a nudge from my stump.
“Those are my ones. I got you a bigger size.”
Mark puts the small condoms aside, taking out the other box stashed in there. He reads the box for a really, really, really long time.
“Mark,” I mewl. Nudging him again.
“Mango flavoured?” he raises an eyebrow at me.
How is he so calm? I can see his rigid outline in his trousers, his cock, an iron bar inside. I push myself up, swaying as I try to balance on my ankle again. Mark catches my hip in one hand, steadying me. “Let me put it on,” I insist, wary of him drawing this out more. I’m not nervous or anxious. I am ready to go.
Mark holds my hips as I twist around, unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down. Freeing his meaty cock to spring out. It’s pointing right at me, and I have a hard time looking away. I touch him, peeling back to the skin at his tip, revealing pre-come glistening on a purple tip.
“Careful,” Mark murmurs, gaze fixed on my fingers. “Make me come and I won’t be able to get inside you.”
I still my hand. I take the condom Mark offers me and carefully unroll it down his length.
“Okay?” I ask, checking in.
Mark slips a hand across my jaw, holding me still as he kisses my mouth. Soft and sweet. “You’re okay? Not nervous or anything?”
“Do I look nervous?” I demand, my impatience getting the better of me. But I quickly catch myself and lean up to return Mark’s sweet kiss. “I’m not. Are you?” It hadn’t even occurred to me that could be possible. I’m the virgin; Mark has experience.
“Not at all,” Mark smiles at me, and I can’t help but smile back. “But you are driving me half mad with your dirty talk, so keep that to yourself until I get inside of you.”
I nod, keeping my mouth shut.
“If you’re sore at any point, tell me. I’ll take it slow,” Mark positions himself behind me. I quickly face forward, practically thrusting my ass into his lap. He breathes out hard. “To start, anyway,” he mutters to himself.
I set my palms between my knees, leaning slightly forward into a position where I’m more balanced. Mark sinks his fingers into me again, and I peek back to watch him spreading a generous amount of lube on his cock. It seems to tremble in his grip. Before I can blink, his fingers are winding through my hair, pushing my head forward.
“Look straight ahead, babe,” he murmurs, seemingly talking to my ass. “You’ll tense up all twisted around like that.”
I nod and give to the pressure on my head. I feel him at my entrance. And I take in a shuddering breath as there’s a breach, intrusion, and tight heat. It’s uncomfortable, and it takes effort to relax as Mark pushes in. He does it slowly, and he murmurs sweet words to me the entire time. That hand in my hair, however, tightens and pulls my head back until there’s an arch in my back.
My breaths come in tight gasps when Mark finally goes still with a groan.
“You okay?” Mark’s voice is tight.
My eyes slip shut and I relish the feelings throbbing through me. He’s in me, he’s in me, he’s in me. “You’re so big,” I manage to gasp.
“Is it too much?”
“No,” I groan it this time, leaning back, spearing myself onto him. I clench the sheets in my grip as I rise up, away from Mark. He slides out the smallest amount, and I sink back onto him.
“Stay still, babe. I’ll move,” Mark tells me. He flexes his hips and goes slowly, sinking in, then out. In, then out. I focus on breathing, blissed-out, my mind a million miles away as Mark rubs hard against a spot inside that sends all my heated blood down south.
His thrusts pick up, one hand clenching my hip, the other still locked in my hair, and I moan in delight as I hear Mark’s rasped breaths. Feel the tremble of excitement in his body. The sound of skin slapping skin suddenly stalls, Mark’s hips bucking against me hard as he releases with a hoarse cry. I instinctively squeeze around him, and Mark utters curses as his cock throbs inside me.
