Relax

DELILAH

I stared down at him and sank back against the wall. That thing was monstrous. He was long and thick and impossibly hard. I tore my gaze away, only to be hit with Damien’s penetrating stare.

My cheeks blazed with heat, and Damien smiled as he leaned forward, trailing his tongue over my heated cheekbone. Damien kissed me hard, not allowing me to dwell on it. He hooked one of my legs up over his hip, opening me up. His fingers brushed my center, and then two fingers breached my opening. Pain shot through me. I ripped myself from his mouth, tensing, a choked sound bursting from my throat.

Damien stilled, his fingers deep inside of me. He pulled back, a hint of surprise on his face, then it was gone. He regarded me intently, almost curiously. My chest heaved as I tried to grow used to the stretched sensation of having his fingers in me. Damien touched his forehead to mine.

"You're a virgin." He said almost in wonder.

"Didn't I tell you I have never been with a man?" I snapped.

Damien kissed my lips. “ I'll try not to hurt you... I'll be gentle.”

He pulled his fingers out, then slid them back in. My muscles clung to him, and I exhaled. He held my gaze as he established a slow rhythm. I leaned my head back against the wall, never averting my eyes. Damien’s dark eyes dragged me deeper and deeper down into their abyss. Pleasure slowly replaced the feeling of being stretched. I began rocking my hips. His breathing deepened, but he kept up pumping his fingers into me at a slow pace, watching me, his other hand clinging to my outer thigh. A deep throbbing spread from my center, and I gasped, and not from pain this time. Damien’s thumb flicked over my nub, and I splintered from the inside out, into thousands of particles.

Damien watched me hungrily, and I smiled. I was still reeling from my high when Damien pulled his fingers out and grabbed my other thigh, lifting me up, my back against the wall, my body trapped between it and his chest. He hoisted me higher so my legs wrapped around his middle, and my center pressed up against his six-pack. Then he walked with me towards the bed. We tugged and kissed, and suddenly we were on the bed. Damien knelt between my legs, shoving them further apart, his mouth harsh against my throat, and I became still, soft, a little scared.

This was it...

Damien stilled above me and raised his head. Our eyes met. I don’t know what he saw in mine, but he cupped my cheek, startling me. His kisses became light, gentle, almost caring.

“Shh, Angel. I’ll be gentle.... just relax.”

His fingers stroked my breasts, my side, oh so gently, and his mouth ... his mouth dusted me with loving kisses, and I kissed him back. Lost, lost, lost.

Damien molded our bodies together, shifting, and then I felt a light pressure against my opening. I gasped and tensed. Damien watched my face, full of intent, and his eyes ... they quieted my hesitation, my fear, any protest I might have come up with. He slid into me slowly, inch by inch, never taking more than my body could give, but still he seemed to tear me apart. He didn’t let me escape, not even for a little bit. He wanted to consume me with his eyes. He sank all the way into me, and then he paused as I shivered under the intrusion.

I trembled under him, my cheeks flushed, lips parted. He held himself still above me. I tightened my hold on him, pressing my lips together. It hurt. God, it hurt like hell. He would never fit. I whimpered when the tearing sensation got too much and tensed even further. Damien halted in his movement, jaw clenched. He brought one of his hands up and cupped my breast, rubbing and twisting my nipple.

“You are perfect, perfect,” he murmured into my ear.

His words and his teasing of my breast made me relax slightly, and he pushed in a bit further. I tensed again. Damien kissed my mouth.

“Almost there. Stay with me.”

He slid his hand down my body, fingers ghosting over my belly until he brushed my folds. He rubbed my clit slowly, and I exhaled. Through the pain and discomfort, I could feel small bolts of pleasure. Damien took his time teasing my clit and kissing me. His lips were hot and gentle, and his finger sent tingling sensations through my body. Slowly, my muscles loosened around his cock.

Rocking his hips forward, he pushed all the way in, and I gasped, my back arching off the bed. I squeezed my eyes shut, breathing through my nose to get through the pain. I felt too full as if I was going to rip apart. I buried my face against Damien’s throat and started to count, trying to distract myself.

“Tell me what to do,” he said harshly.

“Can you.... Just don’t move.” I breathed.

“I won’t,” he promised, then kissed my lips.

Damien gritted his teeth as he lowered himself completely. We were incredibly close, not even a sheet of paper would have fit between us. Damien curled one arm under my shoulders and pressed me against his chest, and then we kissed, our lips gliding over each other, our tongues tangling, soft and teasing. Damien caressed my side and my ribs before sneaking a hand between us and drawing small circles on my nipple. Slowly, my body became slack under his soft caress and the taste of his mouth on mine. The pain between my legs became a dull ache, and my core loosened around Damien, my body growing accustomed to his size. Damien didn’t seem to notice, or he chose to ignore it; instead, he kept kissing me.

His fingernail scraped my nipple, and a flicker of pleasure spiked between my legs. I drew back, my lips raw and hot from our kiss. Damien’s eyes were hooded.

“Can we go slow?” I whispered.

“Of course.” Still holding me close, he withdrew a few inches, watching my face.

The look of concern on his face released a knot in my chest. I exhaled. It still hurt, but not nearly as much as before, and behind the pain was the hint of something better. Damien eased back into me and found a slow and gentle rhythm. I soaked in the feel of Damien’s strong body pressed against me, the sharp lines of his face. His eyes never left my face. He didn’t seem to mind the slow pace. The tension in his shoulders and neck was the only sign of how difficult this was for him. He changed the angle, and a spark of pleasure shot through me. I gasped.

Damien smiled and repeated the motion, sending another tingle through me. He lowered his lips to mine. I wasn’t sure how long he kept up the slow rhythm. I let out a small moan as he hit a delicious spot deep inside me. Damien sped up, his thrusts becoming more forceful. His face was filled with concentration. He didn’t make loud noises, but his panting was coming quicker. I loved watching him, loved seeing the small twitches and flickers in his cold mask when his pleasure spiked.

His movements became even faster and less restrained, almost jerky and unhinged. And then he finally lowered himself to his forearms, bringing us closer than we’d ever been, our bodies pressed against each other as if we were one, and then...... He really started to pound into me, hard and fast, and my soreness turned into an insistent twinge, but I didn’t even care. I could feel his heat. His chest rubbed my sensitive nipples.

Damien was finally making me a woman, finally allowing closeness. Maybe this was a new beginning, the real start of our love together. I clung to his back and buried my face in the crook of his neck as Damien thrust into me a few more times.

He groaned, his body tensing, and then I felt his erection expand in me, followed by the strange sensation of him coming in me. I pulled back, wanting to see his face. He shuddered once more before he lowered his face and brushed his lips against mine, his tongue sliding over my lips lightly. I eagerly opened my mouth for him. Our tongues met, and I was in heaven. I’d waited for our first kiss for so long, and now I was kissing him continuously. He tasted perfect, and I loved the feeling of his weight on top of me, and the sensation of his softening cock inside me.

"Maybe everything would change now." I thought to myself.