Chapter Thirty-2

Starting at her stomach, I fiercely snacked on her every square inch and sucked mouthfuls of skin into my mouth, hungry for her scent. I licked between the valley of her breasts and nipped at her collarbone, tugging my jeans off along the way. Before tossing them away, I plucked out my wallet and placed it on the bed beside Rosie's head, knowing it's contents provided a vital part in my evening plans. "Wow!" she breathed, looking straight at my junk. Wide-eyed and extremely sedated, Rosie could no longer hold back on her true thoughts and spoke with complete honesty. "You're big," she expressed, visibly swallowing. I tried not to gloat, but being told you were well endowed was cause for such celebration. "You're in for a real treat then," I smirked, kissing her lightly on the lips. Her only response was to grumble her way through her desperation, whilst simultaneously thrusting her hips up to meet mine, successfully so. Both of us gasped when her soft flesh met the hardness of my own, initiating the need for me to rip into my wallet and release the condom of its foil wrapper. Effortlessly, I slipped the latex over my stiff erection and positioned myself at her opening, in need of her eyes before I continued. "This will be a little uncomfortable." "Okay," she replied, nervously swaying my intrusion. I decided to ease into her gently, though didn't offer her parts of me in instalments. Prolonging the inevitable pain would only make matters worse and the sooner she adjusted to all of me, the better. "Hmm." Once fully entered, her need to clench saw each of her muscles squeeze me and although no stranger to sex, I barely held on. "Fucking hell. You're so small. So perfect," I strained, ready to burst. She fiercely dug her teeth into my bicep, holding back her need to cry and hugged me tight, trembling with shock. I knew her pain was splintering but soon she would succumb and eventually, that pain would transfer into pleasure. Unrelenting pleasure. "Talk to me, Rosie. Are you okay?" I was deserving of a medal for my resolve. "I-I'm okay. Just give me a minute," she pleaded, distracting me with her luscious lips. "Whatever you do, don't stop." I kissed her like there was no tomorrow and slowly started moving my hips, glad when her moans of displeasure turned to that of appreciation. They soon matched my every thrust and before long, she was panting her every breath whilst purposely slamming her pelvis into mine. "Will!" Her screams were inconsiderately loud  and I loved how no other word seemed capable to her at such a time. My name was the only thing she knew and the only thing she'd ever know during sex if I had my own way. I wanted no other man near her ever! She was mine. Her body was mine. "Hmm," I growled, switching angles to better position my penetration. Both of her legs were wrapped around my lower back and acted as my very own source of comfort, stopping me for an untimely escape. Not that I ever would. Escape, I mean. I'd quite happily stay in this moment for the rest of life, pleasing her over and over again. "Oh gosh! I think- I think I might-" "Let go, beautiful," I encouraged, rocking back and forth into her. As if my very demand were a trigger, Rosie willingly experienced her first ever penetrative orgasm and screamed like a fucking goddess whilst doing so. Milking me for all she was worth, her tight, virgin walls clung onto my length and pushed me over the edge, sending me into my own whirlwind of pleasure. My release was fierce and fraught, bordering on painful, which made me lose all sense of logic as I spilled my seed into the protective barrier, murmuring her name. Her satisfied sighs brought my mind back to reality and although I wanted to remain buried in her forever, I reluctantly pulled away and disposed of the condom. "Come here," I goaded, positioning her on my chest under the covers. Her knotted hair flared over my arms and neck, trapping me delightfully to her body. Sweating and bare, her breasts pushed into my skin and tickled my senses, rendering me well and truly done for. "Can we do that again?" she questioned, kissing her way along my lower stomach. "You don't wanna rest first?" I chuckled, tickling her sides. "You must be sore." "I'm ready," she protested, straddling my hips. "If you are?" Her cheeky smile was mocking in its arrival, though I certainly gave as good as I got. "I might need a little encouraging," I smirked, positioning her hand at my shaft. She instantly gripped at the head and began her own steady rhythm, killing me in the process. The softness of her hand felt heavenly against my flesh and pulled unthinkable sounds from the back of my throat. "Rosie!" My claim only seemed to ignite confidence and before I knew it, my beautiful girl had her luscious lips wrapped around my dick, intoxicatingly so. "Fucking hell!" I stressed, trying my hardest to remain in tact. "You're killing me!" I laughed. "Is this you ready?" she meekly responded, gesturing toward my hard as rock erection. I smiled at her bewildered expression and replied, "Ready, Freddie."