His breath comes out in a shaky exhale against the apple of your cheek, head swirling with the overwhelming sensation of being buried deep inside of your tight heat, the feeling of your walls fluttering and clenching around him. One strong, soldier's hand holds the curve of your hip while he waits for you to adjust, cradling and careful, while the other tenderly brushes your hair behind your ear.
"I've got you, sweetheart, just relax for me," he murmurs, softly, breathlessly, peppering kisses along the expanse of your collarbone, between your breasts, worshipfully. You feel your brain's gone all hazy, filled to the brim by Reiner's size, his sweet whispers stoking the fervid flame building in your gut, pulling a soft whimper from your lips, despite the lack of urgency on his end. You run your hands up the wide breadth of his shoulders, feeling the hard muscle beneath your fingertips, and the heat in your gut swelters a little.
"Reiner..." you breathe, as he slowly draws his hips back, a filthy squelch sound accompanying the action, drawing a low groan from deep within his chest, that you feel against the backs of your thighs.
"I know, angel," he coos, gently grasping one of your hands and bringing it to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles as he pushes back in, relishing in the sweet, pleased sigh it elicits from you. His eyes watch you with a certain intensity, observing the way your gorgeous body arches into him, the bubblegum flush of your cheeks. He brushes a hand down the curve of your waist, then up again, the calluses in his palms from years of warfare brushing along your smooth skin, "So beautiful. God, I'm lucky."
He says it with that lovesick, silly smile, the one that makes your heart feel fuzzy, your legs feel weak. He's so gentle with you, like he's handling an angel, even while he's splitting you apart with his dick. You lose yourself in the carnal entanglement of your bodies so easily, tangling your fingers in his short, slightly shaggy blonde hair, feeling his stubble brush against your neck as he kisses your jaw, and then your cheek, as he slowly begins to build pace.
"Oh, fuck, Reiner," you gasp out. His lips meet yours, in a slow, deep, and romantic kiss, and the present fades between your bodies like some insignificant thing, the only thing that exists is this sweet, heated moment, and the intense, white-hot pleasure blistering in your gut, with each thrust of his hips. An erotic, nearly pornographic, wet sound accompanies each languid thrust, and you might have the mind to be embarrassed if you had much of a mind at all right now.
Breathy little whines slip from your lips, the sensual roll of his hips, not too fast, not too slow, like he's reveling in this moment, drives you crazy. His mouth returns to your breasts, swirling his tongue around one pebbled nipple while his hand slips down to your ass, guiding your hips against his, burying himself nearly to your cervix. He pins your palm to the mattress, and you clutch tightly like he's your anchor.
"Feel so good, honey," he rasps, hot, against your breast, using the leverage where he's pinned your hand to thrust harder, right up into that sweet, spongey spot, and your eyes roll back, "You like that?"
You nod, dumbly. His pelvis grinds against your clit, and you buck your hips helplessly, waves of pleasure gliding through your body, hysterical light creeping in on you. His thrusts grow more targeted, faster, as his own climax starts to build, moaning lowly, watching hypnotically as his length disappears into your warm, greedy cunt, again and again.
"Fuck," he pants, sweat beading on his forehead, "Take it so well, honey. Love you so much."
His fingers finds the swollen bud of your clit, toying with it gently, watching the way your hips twitch involuntarily, bucking up into him again, that pleasure building tight in your gut. Every thrust feels like a hit of euphoria, tears prick at the corners of your eyes, a deep satiated warmth filling up your chest.
"So good to me, angel," he coos, as his hips piston in and out of your pussy rapidly, feeling your walls start to flutter and tighten, your hips start to seize, your calf lock, from where it's laden against his back, "Don't deserve you. No one deserves you," he babbles, turning his head and kissing your knee, hitting that spot over and over again, the bed squeaking and creaking, protesting the intensity he's fucking you with.
You let out a strangled whine of his name, your cunt gushing all over his dick. He curses under his breath, diving down for a heated, hungry kiss that your addled mind can hardly keep up with, a mantric loop of his name playing through your head, your eyes blurry with tears.
"Reiner," you whimper, looking up at his handsome, adoring face, reaching to cup your cheek and tenderly wipe a tear.
"I've got you honey, I've got you, just a little more," he grunts, his thrusts sloppy and quick, as he spills thick spurts of cum deep inside of you, filling you up, "Shit, so perfect."
