He laughs, low and dark. “I don’t know that I would want that out there on people’s walls.”
“Oh, it would just be for me,” I say. “I don’t like to share.”
A low sound in his throat and Kris’s gaze darkens as it travels my very naked body. Everything heats up under his gaze. Watched pots may never boil, but watched pussies certainly do.
“In that case,” he says, unbuckling his pants, “take as many pictures as you like.”
Kris doesn’t bother to build up to the reveal. He strips off his pants and boxers in one go, and there he is.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
I was right. Kris is huge. Fucking huge. His cock is hard and standing straight out from his body like a flagpole. My mind might be exaggerating but it looks like it might be as thick as one, too.
He laughs again. “You okay?”
“You’re not going to fit.”
The smirk on his face deepens. “We’ll fit. Don’t worry. I’m going to warm you up.” As he says it, his hand drops casually to his shaft and strokes it. I may be a virgin, but I’ve seen my share of porn. And not one single video I’ve ever watched is as hot as watching Kris touch himself.
It’s the easy confidence, the sexy smirk. The power that’s rolling off him.
“Spread your legs for me.”
Slowly, I do. My heart is pounding in my chest, and I freeze when he sinks between my legs again, his breath on my thighs. “Why—oooh.”
His tongue on my clit shuts me right the hell up. God, I’ve missed this and I’ve only had it once. The feeling of his mouth is an addiction that I’ll happily fall into. “I told you that I was going to warm you up,” he says, sealing his mouth over me and sucking.
I was already wet when he started with his tongue, and now I’m practically dripping because of all the pent-up desire that I have. Every movement shoves pleasure through me like I’m sinking into it. “Holy shit.”
Kris laughs, and the muffled vibrations only make it better.
One finger traces the entrance to my pussy. Teases it, before pushing in, and I gasp. My whole body tenses. “Breathe,” he says gently. “I’m not going to fuck you right now. Just getting you used to it.”
But it feels like everything. I’ve used toys, but never anything…inside. I was too nervous and too protective of the experience that I wanted to have. Kris is the first person to have anything inside me. His tongue included.
Pleasure explodes behind my eyes, triggered by the thoughts of him and the fact that he’s the one who’s doing it for the first time. A wave of perfect golden pleasure that has me arching off the bed and grabbing the comforter. Every cliche that I never believed and now want to participate in every fucking day.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of the way you taste,” Kris says as he climbs up my body, using his mouth to taste me even more. His voice is rough, like eating me took it out of him, and I like that. I like it a lot.
By the time he kisses me, I’m arching into him again, and I can taste myself on his lips. That. He loves that. Something that’s so at the core of me I have no control over it. My whole body shudders and I’m wet all over again.
“How do you feel?”
“Desperate.” The word flies out of me before I can even think it. “I want more.”
“More is exactly what you’re getting.” He rolls away only for a moment before returning with the condom. Watching him roll it on is mesmerizing in the same way that watching him stroke his cock was mesmerizing.
He settles over me when he’s finished, and I wrap my arms around his neck. I want him as close as possible. Kris lifts one of my legs and wraps it around his hip, spreading me wide. I can already feel him there, the tip of his cock brushing against the opening.
Ducking his head, he kisses me. And only seconds later, I feel him pressing in. Holy fuck, he feels big. So big. I’m stretching open, and this is just the tip of him.
“Oh—” I break away from the kiss and look down between our bodies. There’s still so much of him. I won’t fit him. Tension snakes down my spine, followed by worry. This isn’t going to work. How can it?
“Chianna,” Kris says, and my name is an order. “Look at me.”
I do. For a moment I get lost in the blue of his eyes.
“You need to relax,” he says. “I’ve got you.”
“I think—I think you’re too big.”
Kris pushes in a little more, and I gasp. “You can take me, beautiful. But not if that gorgeous pussy of yours is trying to shove me out.”
“I’m sorry.”
The kiss pressed to my lips is all tongues and heat. A reminder of what’s between us. “Don’t ever be sorry,” he says between kissing me. “There’s nothing to be sorry for.”
He presses his forehead to mine, and I breathe out. Relax. Relax. Relax. It’s harder than I thought it would be. Shouldn’t this be the most natural thing in the world? I can feel the flush on my skin and the embarrassment almost makes me tense again.
“Hey,” he says. “Breathe. You’re okay.”
“Yeah.”
Gentle, teasing kisses. They’re almost playful, but they do the trick. They get me to smile. They get me to relax as he eases himself deeper.
He reaches the tightest part of me, and still he’s gentle as he pushes through. It hurts, and at the same time it doesn’t. The sounds I make are caught somewhere between pleasure and pain, and my body is too. I’m squeezing down on him out of reflex, and the soft grins he makes every time I do tell me that he likes it.
Kris kisses my neck, drawing my attention there as he eases himself in to the hilt. “Jesus, Chianna,” he mutters. I can feel every single inch of him inside me. I’ve never felt anything like this fullness. It doesn’t belong and at the same time, it’s all that I’ve ever wanted, and I don’t want it to end.
“I’m in you,” he says. “All the way.”
My breath is shallow in his chest. It’s like it’s been squeezed out of my lungs by his cock, even though I know that’s not physically possible.
Now that he’s all the way inside me it feels easier. My body is getting used to it. I smile at him. “Yeah.”
“How do you feel?”
“I have no fucking idea,” I say with a laugh. Because I don’t. I feel good, I feel nervous, I feel different. But I know that I won’t forget this. Ever.
The moment my body is ready, we both feel it. There’s an easing—a different kind of relaxation that I’m not completely in control of. “Breathe with me,” he says, and I do.
But I’m still not prepared.
He moves, and my whole body lights up with brand new sensation. Aching pain and deep, impossible pleasure. Each thrust is slow and steady, dragging friction through that sends eddies across and through me.
Kris angles his hips, and everything shifts again. An orgasm is coming, but this one isn’t like the ones that I’ve had before. It’s gathering inside and not on the surface. Deeper and wider than other pleasure that I’ve experienced. The ache of newness only makes it sharper. Harder.
But he’s holding himself back. I can tell from the ragged breaths and the way he pulls back from thrusting all the way. “Take me, Kris.”