He pushed at me, making my eyelids flutter as I began to stretch around him. I nodded, still stroking the length of him. He pushed against me, his heartbeat evident in my hand.
“Let him go, baby. Lay back.”
I released him, reluctantly, moaning long and low as the head slipped past my lips, spreading me. He stopped, just the head in, giving me a few moments to get used to the feeling. I nodded, reaching for him, running my hands up and down his sides. He began to push in, slowly. I blew out a breath, trying desperately to hold his gaze. I wanted to kiss him, to feel his tongue against mine, but I knew that, for the first time anyway, I wanted to see his eyes as he filled me, as he made me his. He stopped, his penis halfway in, and I wondered if it would even fit. He pulled back a bit then moved slowly in and out, just an inch or so, lubricating himself with my juices.
He pushed further now, gently, slowly, easing more of his meaty flesh into me, moaning as he did. He shook his head. “Tight.”
I nodded, running my nails up and down his sides, wanting more and less at the same time, wanting to scream from the pain of being stretched but also wanting him to push the rest into me, all at once. I released the hold I had on my lip. “Full,” I murmured.
He shook his head, smiling. “Not yet, baby.”
Slowly he worked the rest in until, at last, I felt the curly hair at the base of him, pressing against my clit, teasing me, making me moan as I dug my nails into his skin. I exhaled now, willing my muscles to relax around him, and slowly I settled into the mattress, my head shaking, a lazy smile forming.
“How does it feel, sweetheart?”
I turned to meet her gaze, rolling my eyes, shaking my head. I moaned low in answer.
He began to pull out, snatching my attention from her, my fingers curling, forcing my nails into his skin, my gaze going to his, lip caught in my teeth. I groaned as the head slipped past my lips, then I sagged into the bed, releasing a long breath. “Wow.”
They chuckled. I smiled, but it quickly disappeared as he once again began pushing against my lips. This time, though, when the head popped in, it didn’t hurt as much. And as he began feeding me the rest of his length, I nodded, my gaze on his.
“Like that, baby?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Want more?”
I nodded even as he began to push the length into me, my eyelids fluttering. He continued until again he was buried. And he held himself there, slowly moving his hips, grinding his wiry hair against my clit, making me moan, making me shiver.
I moved my hands from his sides, up under his chest, pushing my arms up the sides of his neck then began pulling him to me, my eyes closing as his lips touched mine, soft and warm. I moaned when he began to nibble at my lips, groaned when he began to pull out again. I shook my head then moaned into his mouth when he pushed back in, hard, pushing me down into the bed. He pulled back enough to see my eyes and again he pulled out then forced his way back in. I cried out, nodding, pulling him back to me, pushing my tongue against his. As my mother had said, it felt absolutely wonderful to have him inside of me, to have him stretching me.