Colton laughs at me, but my insane need must be waving at him and overwhelming him, too, as he only stops to put on the condom and gets on top of me right away, with no hesitation.
He abandons this slow and steady for instant gratification.
âSo maybe next time foreplay will be lengthier. Youâre wet enough already that it shouldnât hurt much, so maybe we should just get this done, and then the second time, we can go slower⦠enjoy it without the tension.â
He braces himself over me, leaning in to nuzzle his nose against mine.
I open my eyes and stare straight into glowing amber eyes. The most gorgeous male I have ever known nestles his body back onto mine.
He doesnât say anything, just plants a kiss on the end of my nose as he catches me unaware with a little smooth slide of his pelvis and completely enters me.
It doesnât give me time to tense up or expect it. Just boom, heâs inside me, and Iâm thankful itâs how he did it.
I gasp, as first the pleasure of him doing it expands and stretches me out in ways I never knew could be so amazing within my body.
But then thereâs a sharp stab of pain as he completely buries himself inside me, which almost knocks my breath away as I wince and shudder underneath him.
A slicing, almost snapping of something pangs through my abdomen, no more severe than a horrible one-second period cramp, but enough to knock the wind out of my sails and the blood to drain from my face.
My moan turns to a yelp as my body stiffens, and I instantly go rigid in his arms, afraid to move or breathe.
He pauses for a second before pulling out of me slightly and slowly and resting over me, coming to a complete stop, his eyes on mine intensely.
âYou okay?â He leans in and kisses me tenderly on the mouth, seeking me out to make sure I am as I wriggle my body and try to recover quickly from that burning sensation traveling up and across my stomach.
I only end up moving myself down so that he slides back to where he was, but a soothing warmth replaces the pain as he fills me again, and I moan under my breath at the reigniting pleasure.
âDonât stop,â I breathe, clinging to his arms, closing my eyes tight, and gripping his biceps with fervor.
He lowers his head and traces his tongue across my throat, distracting me for a second, igniting tiny sparks and goosebumps across my skin before moving his hips and pushing into me once more.
Itâs the most pleasurable pain Iâve ever known. Stingy, a little tender, yet it fades with every stroke he makes, pushing in and out until he finds a slow rhythm, and I adjust to better move with him.
Itâs uncomfortable with the first few, but as I seem to self-lubricate once more and his body grinds into mine, bringing us together properly, it changes to that waving sensual deliciousness that I felt when he used his hand.
There is a tiny ache deep inside me that is being massaged by Colton, sliding in and out in slow, even thrusts.
My gasps turn to moans once more, the warmth soothing away the worst of the pain and the slight burning inside dampening.
He kisses me, caresses my face with one hand, tracing my cheek and eyebrow, and showers me with nibbles and small kisses across my jaw and mouth as he increases with speed.
He has me moaning, groaning, and arching under him. Over and over, growing faster together as the minutes tick by, and he intensifies what it does to me as he gets a little more aggressive with his thrusts.
He strains over me, careful not to crush me under him, and it leaves him free to move, focusing all his attention on the noises Iâm making and adjusting to what he deems is something I like.
He allows for subtle changes in angle, rhythm, and ferocity as he feels me out, listens, and responds to my body, intending to make me enjoy this.
Heâs attentive, and I thank the Fates they gave me a lover who knows what theyâre doing.
I get that he probably wants to change position, but this works for me, and Iâm not at that stage of complete immersion where I want to start experimenting.
This is overwhelming enough and feels good as is, and I donât want to move in case it hurts again.
Sex is unique in a surprising way. There is nothing to compare to what it feels like, but I guess this could be horrendously poorly done.
With Colton, itâs mind-blowing, pure ecstasy, even with the first hurdle of pain, as he dominates my body and I become this heavy lump of uselessness wrapped around him.
I completely surrender to what heâs doing to me and can only make noises and take shallow breaths as the feeling builds up inside me to levels that blot out any ability to think beyond sensation.
âMarking hurts. I canât do anything about that, but it should take the edge off if I get you close enough to climax.â
Coltonâs voice comes through, right in my ear, low and breathy, husky, and so sexy in its hoarseness as he also revels in the pleasure of being inside me, mid-thrust, mid-groan.
Iâm so lost in darkness inside my body, overwhelmed by this growing mass of goodness as it slowly crawls up my limbs and devours my skin and body.
A hot wave of tingles and pleasure creeps up and wraps around me until it reaches my stomach and ties it in knots. My breathing is rapid; my moans are voiceless, breathless pants now.
As it grows to an overwhelming crescendo, threatening to pull my mind and vision into this wave of something building, Colton leans down and, without warning, sinks his teeth into the soft curve above my breast.
He inflicts a piercing, stabbing agony that is a hundred times worse than breaking my hymen.
In both pain and ecstasy, I cry out as his plan comes to fruition, and everything inside me explodes magnificently with an overwhelming orgasm.
The bite mark is numbed out as I completely lose control of my body. My first real climax devours me whole, and itâs more powerful than I could ever have predicted.
An explosion of stars blinds me and sparkles across my entire vision as I spasm and lose control of my limbs, my body pulsing and twitching with extreme mind-throbbing pleasure, and I cry out again.
For my first ever, itâs probably the best thing Iâve ever felt in my life. Itâs like sneezing really hard, only a hundred times better, and it affects every nerve ending, leaving you wholly sated.
It lasts only seconds, but those few delicious, long-drawn-out moments of complete loss of control are pure bliss as I soak Colton between my thighs.
They leave me with residual tingling across my skin, inside my stomach and pelvis, which has me stretching out like a satisfied cat and enjoying the waves that fade out slowly with whimpers of approval.
As soon as the waves subside, I slump into a useless mass, and I come back to reality, completely aware that Colton is no longer inside me or biting me.
I blink my eyes open to look at him. My skin flushed, and a little embarrassed that I had just had an all-out spasm attack and cried like he was killing me.
Thereâs no pain in my chest or between my legs, yet I donât want to look and see some deep bloody mess down there.
Although it doesnât feel wet, thereâs literally no trace of blood on Coltonâs face from what I can see.
âLook at you.â He grins at me, prodding me very lightly in the cheek where I can feel a buildup of heat and assume Iâm rosy.
I must look like I fell asleep and was woken suddenly, as my eyes are heavy and almost unfocused.
I guess I look like youâre supposed to after a mind-blowing orgasm, and he seems pretty proud of himself.
The aftereffects are as good as during, and my body is weightless and relaxed like a thousand years of stress and tension were lifted off in one amazing explosion.
I could fly if I werenât wedged under him, and he looks equally relaxed and happy with himself.
âYou feel up to it being my turn? All you have to do is complete the union, but you need to be on top,â he points out, a hint of tiredness in his voice.
I reach up and stroke my fingers across his jawline, loving the feel of subtle stubble as it grazes my delicate skin. I couldnât love this face anymore if I tried right now. He just blew my mind.
I blink at him, then down between us as I think about it, and as good as what I just experienced was, I honestly donât think I can do round two just yet.
My body has gone on vacation, and my legs are like Jell-O. Iâm not even sure I have the full use of them anymore.
My lady parts are throbbing now the pleasure has stopped, and it hurts down there like something got snapped or grazed inside, slightly burning.
I feel tender and maybe not quite ready to put his manhood back in there, for tonight, anyway.
âWe might have to do some recovery time,â I point out.
The horror of a rematch must be evident on my face, but he only shakes his head at me, a smile breaking across that cute-boy expression, and my favorite dimples shine down at me.
âTrust me, as much as I hate to admit that our first time lasted under six minutes, which is pretty embarrassing, I already came.
âDue to lack of action, way too much buildup, and the excitement at finally being able to touch you. We donât need to go for round two yet.
âI climaxed, and itâs very sensitive down there, so we both need some downtime before I make up for this sad attempt and give you a decent second go at it.
âYou just need to get up and mark me to finish this⦠Youâre mine forever, and ever, and ever, and everâ¦â
Colton buries his face in my neck and starts nibbling me playfully, torturing me with his entire body weight on top of me and pulling a fit of giggles out of me until I fight him off and bat him away.
Iâm sore all over from his nips and grazing kisses and from that five oâclock shadow scratching me and blushing my skin. The fatigue I see in him is drifting my way.
âHow am I supposed to get up if you donât get off of me?â I retort, too busy trying to calm the laughing fit he caused me and speaking and breathing simultaneously.
Colton rolls off me to let me go, sighs heavily in a sound that is very much satisfaction, and splays out on the bed with his head tilted up at me.
âYou just had to ask, princesa.â He lies back, kicking out the sheets from under him as he does so and pushes them down the bed.
I sit up and yank my side back to aid him in his endeavors and get under them so he can pull them over him, and then I slide up onto him.
I carefully crawl up, no shyness about being this way, and straddle his hips, so I donât sit on his now soft, flaccid manhood. Iâm sure he wouldnât appreciate me squashing it when itâs sensitive.
I cringe as my body connects with his, nestling down, tender underneath, even though our union was brief, and I catch the look of guilt sweeping over his face before he smooths it out to conceal it.
His hand comes up to trace where he marked me, and, finding the courage to look for the first time, I pay real attention to where it is.
Iâm shocked that there is no pain or throbbing, and I hadnât acknowledged it because itâs already healed.
There is no blood, no gash, but a perfect bite mark of dark scars that is smooth to the touch, almost like a tattoo in subtle hues.
I stroke over it, eyes widening in wonder, and throw him a quizzical glance. I didnât turn, so I donât understand how itâs healed.
âMarking isnât the same as inflicting a wound. It heals almost as youâre doing it. It makes it permanent somehow so that when we turn, it never goes awayâitâs magical.
âI guess having sex while doing it makes a difference.â Colton smiles at me, answering the unspoken question, and I nestle over him properly.
I take my time to find a less âouchyâ position before relaxing slowly and tracing my fingers across his chest, trying to pick my spot to put my mark.