“Yeah, and I’m on PrEP.”
Smiling, I lift my hands to squeeze his shoulders. “Please, Carn. I want to feel all of you. You’re safe and I’m a newbie. I trust you.”
“Fuck,” he whispers. “I’ve never… Jesus, Rue. I might come the second I get inside.”
“Then we can just do it again. Please? You said I can have anything I want.”
Carnage shakes his head. “You are something else.”
“I want you. I want this. I know what I’m asking for.”
He nods. “Yeah, you can have it.”
I smile. “Do it. Fill me up, Carn. Give me everything and make me feel it. I want to remember where you’ve been every time I move tomorrow.”
“Fuck,” he mutters as he opens the lube and slicks up his impressive cock. Then he uses his slippery fingers to massage my hole again. “It might hurt a little at first.”
“I know. I’ve had stuff in there, just not a dick.”
He chuckles. “Of course.” Grabbing his shaft, he lines the head up with my hole, rubbing back and forth as we both breathe heavily.
With his eyes fixed on mine, he slowly pushes inside me, and all I can do is react to the intrusion. His fingers didn’t come close to how thick his cock feels entering me. He’s stretching me to my limits and changing my perspective of sex as I knew it.
His brow is creased and he’s watching me intently. “Okay?”
I nod, reminding myself to breathe. I blow out a slow breath and hold on to him. “Oh my god.”
“Does it hurt?”
“Not in a bad way. It’s a lot, but it’s… it’s good. So good.”
His hips move and he slips in deeper. My breath hitches and I squeeze my eyes closed to deal with the stinging until it subsides into fullness. It’s not pleasure yet, but it’s not pain either.
“Almost in,” Carnage says, reminding me that he’s got inches to go before he bottoms out.
He’s a decent but normal size, and I think about all the porn I’ve watched with guys who have baseball bats for cocks, wondering how their scene partners took those beasts. Maybe practice makes perfect.
“Jesus, fuck,” Carnage says as he bottoms out. “Fucking hell, you’re so tight.”
I nod, opening my eyes to focus on his face. He’s so gorgeous, like art really, and right now, at least for tonight, he’s mine. I’d never let myself believe he could be mine for good. What do I have to offer a man like Carnage long term? But I’m grateful for this. He’s right—I’ll remember tonight forever.
“Gotta move, precious.”
I hold his shoulders. “Yes.”
Then he slides back and in again and pure bliss washes over me. I’m so full, but it’s a very different sensation than a toy or a finger. It’s smooth and hard, warm and alive. It’s fucking everything.
“Can you handle more?” Carnage asks.
“Yes. Give me everything. I want to be your pleasure.”
“Fuck.” He kisses me. “You are. Trust me.”
Then he starts to pump his hips a little faster, and as he does, I feel my body loosen up and accept him completely. He hits my prostate, and I damn near jump out of my skin, moaning his name loudly, not caring if the whole house can hear me right now.
“Jesus,” Carnage grunts. “Your body is… Fuck. I’m not gonna last.”
“You gonna come inside me? I want to feel that. So much. I want your cum dripping out of me when it’s done.”