Her chest was still heaving against Niko's stomach even through the softer, slower strokes of his tongue. She slowly relaxed around his fingers as they moved inside her, stroking her, and though she hadn't been sure before about this - how much it might hurt, how difficult it might be - that worry was slowly melting away.
She was just pushing herself up onto her hands when the scrape of his stubble against her made her make a noise close a shriek - but her hips jerked into the sharp intensity of it all the same. When she turned and straddled his hips, face flushed, mouth swollen, she leaned down to mouth at where her wetness glistened on him, stubble scraping her tongue as she laved his skin. Her taste was on his mouth as she kissed him, just like his was on her own.
"Me too." She wasn't going to tell him how it had been a little idle fantasy she'd had in her mind for a long while - how it had gotten less idle thought and more of a real want as time went on. Now it was a full on need, and she murmured against his mouth, "I really need this - need you."
It was only reluctantly that she sat up, not bothering to shake her hair back this time as she took Niko's hand, squeezing it as she brought both their hands between her legs to the base of his cock. She was trying to swallow back the sudden jangling of her nerves, but she was never good at hiding anything she was feeling, and it was clear in the slight furrow of her brow, the way her lips were pressed together. Before it had been self-consciousness, inhibitions being stripped down but by bit. Now it was mixed with a simple, visceral fear of pain in such an intimate place.
But that didn't make her want it any less. More than the physicality of being filled, being fucked - she wanted him. Just him. There was an intense connection between them - she could see it in his face just as he could in hers, and there was a raw need in her to make that a physical connection to him.
Their hands guiding him, his head slid into her as she sank her hips down agonisingly slow. Then the first inch of his shaft, thicker, opening her to him, and she found herself arching her hips forward, thighs spreading. The first flicker of pain on her face was brief, only when her walls clenched hard around him, a subconscious movement that made her all too aware just how big he was - and he was actually inside her.
Maybe half of his length was inside her when she paused, panting for breath, and found herself sliding her hand up his shaft to where they were connected. Her fingers trailed around his cock, her lips spread obscenely around him, and it was--
"Oh, wow--" She murmured it, breathless. "This is so..."
She trailed off, didn't finish. She didn't quite know how to put what it felt like into words.
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She was just pushing herself up onto her hands when the scrape of his stubble against her made her make a noise close a shriek - but her hips jerked into the sharp intensity of it all the same. When she turned and straddled his hips, face flushed, mouth swollen, she leaned down to mouth at where her wetness glistened on him, stubble scraping her tongue as she laved his skin. Her taste was on his mouth as she kissed him, just like his was on her own.
"Me too." She wasn't going to tell him how it had been a little idle fantasy she'd had in her mind for a long while - how it had gotten less idle thought and more of a real want as time went on. Now it was a full on need, and she murmured against his mouth, "I really need this - need you."
It was only reluctantly that she sat up, not bothering to shake her hair back this time as she took Niko's hand, squeezing it as she brought both their hands between her legs to the base of his cock. She was trying to swallow back the sudden jangling of her nerves, but she was never good at hiding anything she was feeling, and it was clear in the slight furrow of her brow, the way her lips were pressed together. Before it had been self-consciousness, inhibitions being stripped down but by bit. Now it was mixed with a simple, visceral fear of pain in such an intimate place.
But that didn't make her want it any less. More than the physicality of being filled, being fucked - she wanted him. Just him. There was an intense connection between them - she could see it in his face just as he could in hers, and there was a raw need in her to make that a physical connection to him.
Their hands guiding him, his head slid into her as she sank her hips down agonisingly slow. Then the first inch of his shaft, thicker, opening her to him, and she found herself arching her hips forward, thighs spreading. The first flicker of pain on her face was brief, only when her walls clenched hard around him, a subconscious movement that made her all too aware just how big he was - and he was actually inside her.
Maybe half of his length was inside her when she paused, panting for breath, and found herself sliding her hand up his shaft to where they were connected. Her fingers trailed around his cock, her lips spread obscenely around him, and it was--
"Oh, wow--" She murmured it, breathless. "This is so..."
She trailed off, didn't finish. She didn't quite know how to put what it felt like into words.