“Okay.” Mark says, staring at his dick like it holds all the answers to the universe. His other hand is on your thigh, the way he squeezes the flesh giving away his nerves. “Okay, I can do this. Are you ready?”
You nod, spreading your legs a little wider. Mark exhales deeply before leaning forward to kiss you. The tip of his cock slips through your folds and you whimper, shifting a little bit.
“God, you’re so wet.” Mark mumbles against your lips. “Gonna put it in now.”
“Okay.” You breathe out, heart pounding in anticipation. Neither of you have had sex before, and the thought of having something so intimate with Mark- your boyfriend of two years who is very much the love of your life- makes you feel warm all over.
There’s more kissing, but his dick is very much still not inside of you. His lips twitch against your mouth, and then he’s pulling away and laughing. “Alright, hold up, hold up.”
You raise your eyebrows. “You good?”
“Yeah, just a sec.” He gives you a sheepish smile, laughing lightly. “Okay, I’m good.”
The initial stretch isn’t as painful as it is weird. It’s also not particularly pleasant. Mark seems to think differently, a low curse leaving him as he drops his head to rest on your chest.
“Fuck.” He moans, his voice a little deeper than normal. “God, this feels good. Does it feel good for you?”
You shrug. “Not really. It doesn’t feel bad, it’s just. There.”
“Right, right. Yeah, me too.” Mark says, clearly lying. You can’t help but laugh, and he immediately bursts into giggles. “Shut up.” He laughs, lifting his head to kiss you. “Tell me when I can move.”
His hair is soft under your hand and you run your fingers through it, holding him close so that you can kiss him harder, deeper. He sucks on your tongue when you slip it into his mouth and you moan, clenching your walls. Mark groans and gives a tiny thrust, sending sparks up your spine.
“Shit, sorry. I couldn’t help it.” His face is flushed, sweat brimming on his forehead. You wonder how hard it must be for him to hold still for so long.
“Felt nice.” You say, giving him a lingering kiss. “Do it again.”
Mark starts with timid thrusts, gradually picking up speed and depth when you don’t scream in pain. His eyes fall shut with the pleasure, jaw hanging slack.
Your hands grapple for his shoulders, pulling him close to you. There’s something about feeling his cock dragging against your walls, about having him so close to you, that’s driving you crazy.
“Don’t stop.” You moan, kissing down his neck. “Please, Mark.”
“God that’s hot.” He groans, fucking into you fluidly. “Do you feel good?”
One hand squeezes at your breast and you whine, arching into the touch. “So good.”
It’s quiet for a few moments, just the two of you being in each other’s presence. There’s a lot of soft kissing, a lot of soft touching. Mark grabs your hand and threads your fingers together at one point.
There’s a pleasure twisting and tightening your gut and you rut against Mark, your body desperate to feel that relief. “I think I’m gonna come.”
Mark moans at that, hips stuttering. “Do it baby, come for me.”
He kisses you during your orgasm, fucking you through it before coming as well. And Mark usually has a nice voice, but you’ve never heard it like this, never heard him make sounds as sinful as this. It’s painfully hot.
As loving and caring as your boyfriend is, he has no issues with crushing you with his entire body weight when he collapses on top of you. You groan, pushing at his chest, before eventually giving up and welcoming the suffocation.
“I love you.” He sighs, a little dreamy as he plays with a strand of your hair.
You smile softly. “I love you too, Mark. Now please let me breathe.”
He complies. It’s easier to cuddle you from this position, anyways.
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