"Ngh― Matteo..." Alia gasped out in pain, clenching her eyes tightly together due to the sudden intrusion.
Good heavens.
She had experienced her fair share of raunchy bedti activities, but never had she ever slept with a partner that was anywhere near Matteo’s size. Even Caleb wasn’t nearly as big, and he was already on the larger end of the scale.
Even just the first few inches of Matteo’s cock was enough to stretch out her walls, causing white spots to appear in her vision as she squeezed her eyes tightly shut. It was a mix of pain and pleasure, and she dug her nails into Matteo’s biceps the more he inched his way into her.
Seeing the pain on her face, Matteo’s movents quickly stopped as he didn’t know whether to withdraw or stay put. He glanced worriedly at her, taking in a deep breath to control his own rush of pleasure just to choke the next few words out.
"Does it hurt?" he asked, swallowing nervously. "Should I stop―"
"No!" Alia cried out. Then realizing that she might’ve spoken a little too harshly, she corrected herself and forced a smile on her face. "No, please continue."
"If it hurts, Alia, we can stop," Matteo said worriedly but Alia rely shook her head.
"It’s fine," she said. "I’ve just... You’re just... a lot bigger than I thought."
A deep, dark, feral hunger crossed Matteo’s eyes, but he clenched down hard. The nails that Alia had sunk into his skin were deep enough to draw blood with just a little more pressure. That was more than clear to him the level of discomfort she felt, yet her insistence to carry on rely caused Matteo’s head to bubble with turmoil.
"Please," Alia all but gasped out. "I want to feel you."
That was the last straw. Her words, spoken in such a frail, desperate plea, snapped the last bit of control Matteo had in his body. He nodded almost stiffly before crashing his lips against Alia’s in an earth-shattering kiss. At the sa ti, he pushed into her― a little slower this ti, but still just as sensual.
Every whimper that threatened to leave her lips was quickly swallowed by Matteo’s kiss, and he nibbled and entwined their tongues to eventually drown out her muffled cries.
The flashes of pain lted quickly into a rush of pleasure the mont he was fully sheathed inside her, the tip of his mber pressed snugly against her core.
"How is this?" Matteo asked in a breathy voice, just an inch away from slipping past the world of control. His breath fanned against the shell of Alia’s ear and she nodded, breathing heavily herself.
Instead of voicing out her thoughts — not that she was capable of human speech now that her brain was riddled with overwhelming lust — she rely rolled her hips against his, signaling wordlessly her desire for him to move.
Matteo chuckled shortly, and very quickly obliged to her unspoken request. He rocked his hips, gently at first, but eventually picked up speed once he was sure that the wls and moans that left Alia’s lips were from pleasure and not pain.
The slow, tentative strokes eventually beca a steady rhythm. Alia wrapped her legs around Matteo’s waist, pulling him even closer to her. In such a position, every pump reached into a deeper corner of her, his cock scraping against every inch of her walls.
Reaching up, Matteo grabbed a pillow and tucked it under Alia’s lower back, further propping her hips upward. Like this, whenever he sheathed himself into her, the sensitive bud would rub against his pelvis, causing Alia’s eyes to widen before she tossed her head back into the mattress.
The pleasure was nothing short of electrifying, but when her hands moved to cover herself, Matteo reached forward. He entwined their fingers together before holding her hands to the two sides of her head, pressing deeply and firmly into the mattress.
"Matteo... Wait..." Alia gasped out. She was caught in between the desire to cover herself so as to prevent her rapidly approaching climax, and to beg for him to move faster and harder.
Yet, Matteo made that decision for her, rocking his hips even faster than before as the searing flutters began to coil further and further in her lower belly, threatening to unfold. His movents were turning sloppy, and Alia knew that Matteo was quickly approaching his limit― she was as well.
"Wait for ," he muttered against her neck, just right under her jaw, where he pressed kiss after kiss into her skin. They were bound to leave red marks the morning after, but Alia did not care.
The deep rumble of his ecstasy-ridden voice only caused Alia’s pleasure to approach even sooner than before even as she tried to hold it down as best as she could per his request. It was an impossible task, and Matteo knew it as well. He wanted them to reach their highs at the sa ti, but Alia wasn’t able to hold onto the cliffside for long.
As he pressed down deep into her, hitting the sweet spot in her core, Alia gasped silently as her vision went white. She locked her feet around Matteo’s waist, pulling him closer to her as her inner walls clenched and fluttered around his mber, pleasure rippling through her body in unstoppable waves.
The sight of Alia unraveling was the final push Matteo needed. Hot, white pleasure spilled out from his mber as he pressed himself as far as he could go. Nearly his entire body weight rested on the point where they connected, causing Alia’s toes to curl as she felt a second wave crash into her out of nowhere.
His cock pulsed inside her, trembling against her tight inner muscles as they lay there unmoving. They remained connected for a while, and it wasn’t until the high had slowly receded that Matteo slowly got up.
Alia whimpered when Matteo finally pulled his mber out of her, the tip of the condom stuck behind her entrance due to the white cum that had pooled there. With a slightly firr yank, it popped out of her as Alia jolted at the sensation.
"Alia..." Matteo murmured after he had tied a knot over the used rubber and tossed it into the trash.
He ca forward as she sat at the dirtied corner of the bed. Placing a hand behind her head, he moved forward and connected their lips― gentle this ti, but still filled with longing.
Even after clarity was slowly settling into both of them, Matteo did not lose any bit of the affection that filled his eyes when he gazed down upon her.
"I lo―" He stopped himself short before pulling back, content with just sealing a small, tender kiss on her forehead. "We should wash up and get so rest. But..." His eyes roved over her body hungrily. "I am more than happy to serve if you’re still unsatiated."
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