Page 60 of Deceptive Desires

His eyes gleam with love, and he leans down and kisses me. It’s sweet and soft and full of love.

I feel his tip at my entrance and widen my legs hoping to help ease him in. He pushes in, and I feel the stretch. He’s big. Much bigger than his three fingers. But he goes slowly, and once his head is in, he stills.

“Good job, sunshine. Good girl. You’re taking me so well. This is the widest it’ll be. You did such a good job.” He kisses me again, and I relax around him.

He starts to gently rock into me. Easing his way in. A little further each time.

He’s slow and patient, stopping every time I wince.

Then, I feel him tear through my barrier. I tense up involuntarily at the pain.

He freezes and balancing his weight on one arm, he brings the other hand to my cheek. He brushes away a stray tear and kisses the streak.

“It’s okay, sunshine. That’s it. It’s done. I’m so sorry. I don’t ever want to hurt you. I’m so–”

I cut him off with a kiss. He has nothing to be sorry for. After a minute, I pull back, and he continues.

“I’m going to give you time to adjust, but once you’re ready, I’ll start moving. I love you, Cecilia María.” He brushes another kiss against my cheek.

I can tell how hard it is for him. He’s tightened every muscle. I know how badly he needs to move, but he’s putting himself second to me and my needs, and he’s waiting.

What did I do to deserve this man?

“I’m ready, héroe. Please, move,” I beg him.

He sighs in relief and starts rocking into me.

The pain dissipates, and suddenly, overwhelming pleasure fills me.

“Fuck, sunshine. Your pussy just tightened, choking the life out of me,” he groans.

He never speeds up to a quick pace, but the slow lovemaking is perfect for my first time. It’s everything and more than I could ever want.

He’s everything and more than I could ever want.

He brings his hand from my face down to between us and starts playing with my clit in strong, even circles.

I tighten and suddenly I’m pushed over the edge.

“Roman,” I moan out his name.

He covers my mouth in a kiss as he groans, twitching inside me, following me over the edge.

I can feel his release pumping inside me, but in my haze, I don’t think anything of it.

This third orgasm isn’t like the rest. It’s different with him inside me. It’s more intimate with his lips on mine. It’s everything I could ever want.

He breaks the kiss and lays his head in the crook of my neck.

“How was that, sunshine? Was it as good for you as it was for me?” I nod, and he sighs in relief. “I’ve never felt love like this, Cecilia. I want your first time, and every time with me, to be great for you. I love you.”

“Roman, it was perfect. It was better than anything I could’ve dreamed of. I love you so much. Thank you for taking care of me.” I move slightly, and wince at the soreness. “I may not be able to walk tomorrow.”

I can feel his lips turn up in the corner of my neck.

“Bad boy! You can’t like that,” I tease him.

He twitches inside of me at the words, then slowly pulls out.