\[Serenity’s POV\]
When you hear about your first time, you’re told about the pain, the fear, the embarrassment, all of that, but you’re not told about the new world that opens between you and your partner. One where you feel this overwhelming connection to the person because they were seeing and feeling all of you while in turn you were seeing and feeling all of them.
Sex was scary, but it was exciting, and I couldn’t help but wonder what it really felt like. That’s why, I gingerly move while ignoring the sting of pain that comes from my walls being stretched in an attempt to adjust to Maverick’s fullness.
“You don’t have to move so quickly,” Maverick murmurs, not missing the hiss of pain that escapes me. “I told you, we have all night and can...”
“No,” I smile, falling in love with him even more from just how much he cared about me and my well-being. “I want to.”
As I speak, I move again, slowly making Maverick move in me as I take the lead and take our first time at my own pace.
“Serenity,” Maverick whispers, digging his fingers into my thighs.
“Yes,” I murmur, closing my eyes while I pick up the speed. “It’s me.”
Maybe that was a silly thing to say, but I enjoyed knowing that he was well aware of who he was with, who he belonged to, and who he would be with for the rest of his life. After doing something like this with him, there was no way that I would ever leave. The only way that would happen was if someone killed me, and even then I would haunt him.
“Maverick,” I whimper, kicking up the speed as the pain I feel mixes with pleasure, making the deed itself much more enjoyable. Add in the way my clit rubbed perfectly against Maverick’s skin with my thrusts, and I felt myself growing close to my third orgasm of the night. But even that doesn’t stop me. I continue to move, alternating between slow and fast thrusts that build us both up and then lower us back down.
It’s like I’m on a carousel, rising and falling, rising and falling, experiencing so many sensations that my head begins to become foggy, and when instinct kicks in and a need so great that it scares me erupts, I feel myself cumming.
“Maverick!” I gasp, digging my claws into his skin so that the scent of blood reaches me. “That’s it! Maverick.”
“Serenity, fuck!” He groans, pushing deep into me. “You’re milking me.”
Together, we explode, our orgasms mixing just like our bodies until I don’t know if I’m only feeling my pleasure or his as well due to the deeper connection we hold, but all I know is this was something I could become addicted to.
Gasping, I collapse as my high comes down, my ear resting against Maverick’s chest so I can hear his rapid heartbeat as his arms wrap around me, holding me so close that I fear he may suffocate me.
“Maverick,” I whisper, sitting up and eyeing him as he stares at me. “I want to do it again.”
At my words, a look of hunger flashes in Maverick’s eyes, and in one swift motion, he is flipping us so that he is hovering me. And despite this movement, he stays inside me, buried deep, filling me, stretching me, and making sure that I don’t even get the chance to shrink.
“Serenity,” he whispers, beginning to slowly mood, taking over as the leader in our dance of passion. “I don’t know if I can take it easy.”
As he speaks, his eyes darken and his cheeks flush with desire, and that alone is so damn endearing that I want to save it to memory.
“I’m not so weak,” I whisper, reaching up and wrapping my hands around his neck, so I can pull his lips to mine. “You won’t break me if you let loose.”
“Do you know what you’re saying?” He demands, slamming deep into me so stinging pain and pleasure shoot through, causing a gasp to escape me as my back arches.
“I do,” I respond.
Of course, I knew what I was saying. I knew it better than anyone else, and I wasn’t afraid. I knew no matter what he did to me, he would never hurt me, and it was because I knew that I wanted him to do what he wanted.
Nodding, he begins to move again, first slowly, hesitantly despite what I’ve said, but when it becomes too much for him, he picks up the pace.
At first, his thrusts are a mixture of harsh and gentle, but when they turn into only harsh, I’m surprised to find that it doesn’t hurt. Instead, it feels good to have him rubbing me so brutally, hitting the deepest parts of me, driving me wild while his mouth roughly finds mine and moves with it, muffling not only my moans but even his as he continues to build us higher and higher before pulling out completely. And when he does, he sits up and stares at me.
Keeping his gaze fixed on mine, he grabs my hips, pulling me harshly against him so he can once again bury himself completely before continuing his attack. But even then, he’s still gentle.
“Maverick,” I gasp, clawing at the sheet beneath me while the bed shakes. “We’re gonna..”
“I don’t care,” he growls, strengthening his thrusts. “All I care about is seeing more of that beautiful look on your face.”
Flushing, the urge to cover my face hits, but I stop myself, knowing that the worst thing I can do in this moment is refuse Maverick what he wants.
“Maverick,” I moan, closing my eyes and allowing myself to get lost in our lovemaking. “Oh goddess, Maverick!”
Again and again, his name leaves my lips, mingling with the sound of our skin slapping against each other, and when it’s finally too much, our exclamations of release mix into a beautiful harmony of passion and pleasure.
It is only after this final eruption that Maverick collapses, his sweat-covered body covering mine while our breaths come out in puffs.
“Shit,” he groans, rolling off of me and then pulling me against him. “That was…”
“Great,” I whisper, throwing my leg over his side and snuggling closer. “Much better than expected.”
At my words, a chuckle escapes his lips as he kisses my forehead and pulls me closer.
“That’s only the test run,” he murmurs, cupping my chin and making me look at him. “Next time, I don’t intend to be so gentle, understand?”
“Yeah,” I sigh. “I understand, and I’ll be waiting.”