Suddenly I'm under him again, his hair tickling my shoulders, his eyes dark and intense. His veins are pulsing with light again.
"I'm not... tired yet. I don't... need sleep. I just..." He lowers his head and kisses my neck softly. "I want you. And I'm... not satisfied. With your hand." He says, and his tone is almost apologetic.
I shiver at his touch and his words. He's not satisfied. He wants more. He wants me.
And I want him too.
I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him on the cheek. "Then... do something about it." I whisper.
He groans and looks at me with a mix of lust and exasperation. "You are... reckless, hetchki." He says, but there's no bite to it.
I smile and kiss him on the lips. "So are you. Hetchki."
He grumbles and immediately kisses me. His tongue invades my mouth and his hands roam over my body. He touches me everywhere, as if he can't get enough of me. He pinches my nipples and squeezes my breasts and slides his hands down to my thighs. He spreads my legs and positions himself between them.
I feel his cock against my entrance and I tense up involuntarily. It feels... big. And hot. And... scary. I don't know if I can take it.
He notices my reaction and stops. He breaks the kiss and looks at me with concern. "Are you... okay?" He asks, his voice gentle. "We—I—I think I can stop—"
"No!" I say, maybe a bit too quickly. "I'm... I'm fine. It's just... you're..." I trail off and glance down between us.
He follows my gaze and his expression softens. "You're worried about... the size?" He asks, and there's a hint of smugness in his voice.
I glare at him. "Don't you dare. It's a valid concern."
He chuckles and kisses me on the nose. "It's fine. I'll be careful. I'll go slow. I'll make sure you're ready. Okay?"
I nod and try to relax. "Okay."
He smiles and kisses me again. This time, it's softer. More reassuring. He moves his hand to my core and starts stroking me again. His fingers slide over my folds, spreading my wetness around. He finds my clit and rubs it gently, making me moan. He's still hard and hot against me, but he doesn't try to enter me. He just focuses on making me feel good.
And it works.
It doesn't take long before I'm writhing under him, panting and whimpering. He's hitting all the right spots, making me see stars. I feel a pressure building up inside me, a tension that's begging to be released.
"Llywelyn..." I gasp, digging my nails into his shoulders. "I'm close... I'm..."
"Let go, love." He whispers in my ear. "Let me see you. Let me feel you. Come for me."
His words push me over the edge. I cry out as a wave of pleasure crashes over me. My body convulses and my toes curl. My vision blurs and my ears ring. I feel like I'm flying.
He doesn't stop. He keeps stroking me through my orgasm, prolonging it. It feels amazing, but also a little too much. I reach down and grab his hand, stopping him.
He immediately freezes. "Did I—too—"
"No, no." I shake my head, still breathless. "It's just... sensitive." I reach up to place my hand on those glowing veins of his, spanning his whole chest, and he closes his eyes. "Just... wait a second."
He nods and stays still, waiting for me to recover. His cock is still pressed against me, still hard. I don't think he lost any of his hardness at all.
I swallow finally, and boldly wrap a leg around his hip, jerking him closer.
The yelp he makes is adorable and absolutely worth the slight discomfort of that thing knocking against me.
"You're horrible!" He hisses. "Don't do that—"
"Because you can't stand it?" I smile and kiss his cheek, "Or you love it?"
"I hate you," he snarls, but his hands come down to grab my hips and position me better. His tip presses against my entrance and I feel a jolt of anticipation. "You're getting. Punished."
"Finally—" My teasing is cut off with a gasp as he slowly pushes forward.
He goes in inch by inch, stretching me, filling me. It's uncomfortable, but not painful. He's being so careful, so gentle. He watches my face for any sign of distress, but I just feel... amazing.
He's inside me.
He's really inside me.
We're really doing this.
I can't believe it.
He stops when he's fully seated in me, his hips flush against mine. He's so deep inside me that I can feel him everywhere. He looks at me with awe and wonder, his veins pulsing brightly.
"Sarah..." He whispers, and his voice is full of emotion. "You feel... incredible. I..."
"I... can see." I don't mean to say it. I certainly don't mean to interrupt him.
But he's...
Glowing and I... can actually... see it. Looking down at myself. He's so bright right now I can see the light through my skin. It's beautiful.
He stares down at where that faint glow can still be seen inside me. His mouth falls open. I think that he's about to speak, but then his gaze shoots up to my face and his expression turns into a desperate, determined look.
I've never seen that look before. On anyone.
I don't know what to expect when he moves, but it's certainly not for him to lean forward and press me down into the bed, his cock sliding out of me before—
Oh.
Oh my go—
My back arches as he thrusts back in. There's not a gentle, slow, careful movement anywhere in his body. His lips crush against mine as he starts moving his hips, sliding in and out of me in a steady rhythm. The pace is... intense. His thrusts are deep and hard and fast, and he hits a spot inside me that makes me gasp every time. I don't think I can form a word, let alone a sentence.
And I don't need to. He's not asking for anything. He's just... taking what he wants. What we both want.
His hands are all over me, gripping my waist, my hips, my thighs. He's holding me in place, controlling my movements, making me take him. His tongue is in my mouth, dominating mine, tasting me. His skin is hot and slick with sweat, his hair sticking to his forehead. His veins are glowing so brightly that they reflect and dance across my skin, making me feel like I'm glowing too.
I wrap my legs around his waist and hook my ankles behind his back. I dig my nails into his skin and urge him on. I want more. I want harder. I want faster.
He responds by growling and picking up the pace. His thrusts become more powerful and erratic. He's getting close again. I can feel it in the way his muscles tense, in the way his breath quickens, in the way his glow intensifies.
I'm not far behind. I can feel another orgasm building up inside me. A different kind. A deeper kind. One that threatens to consume me whole.
He breaks the kiss and looks at me with wild eyes. "Sarah... I—"
"Inside." I gasp, not knowing why the hell I'm saying that but I'm sure I want him to. I want him to come inside me. I want to feel him. All of him.
He makes a sound that I'm not sure any human could make. Something like a strangled keen or a groan or a prayer. It's punctuated by sharp, quick thrusts that make me see stars. His hands grip my hips so hard I'm sure he'll leave bruises.
I don't care.
I want them.
I want him.
"Sarah!" He shouts, and then his body shudders. I feel him pulse inside me, releasing his heat. It triggers my own release, and I scream his name as I come.
It's the most intense thing I've ever felt. It's like... like... I can't even describe it. It's just... amazing. Mind-blowing. Life-changing.
No way in hell am I saying that.
He collapses on top of me, his weight pressing me into the mattress. I don't mind. I like it. I feel him breathing hard against my neck, his hair tickling my cheek. I feel his heart beating in his chest, his blood rushing through his veins. I feel his warmth and his softness and his... everything.
I wrap my arms around him and hold him close. I kiss his shoulder and whisper in his ear. "I love you."
He lifts his head and looks at me. His eyes are soft and sleepy, his veins are glowing a faint pink. He smiles and kisses me on the lips. "I love you too."
He continues gently kissing me, as if he can't help himself. As if he's still drunk on me. I kiss him back, enjoying the feeling of his lips on mine.
But then he shifts his hips and with a jolt, I realize that he's still hard. Still inside me.
He's... he's not done.
And he looks at me with a sly, confident smile, and then leans in to whisper in my ear, saying, "Did you forget? I don't cool down."
Oh.
I—
"I—I don't think I'm going to make it to... Mira's rock climbing date."
He hums softly against my skin. "No."