Lost on Titan

{Part 40}

~Videl~

The way Kane gazed down at her, with his sculpted body bared above her, positioned with his impossibly hard length at her entrance - looking as excited as he did conflicted - made her quiver with anticipation. Videl bit her lip and reached up to stroke his chest as her knees shook on either side of his hips.

"You can still change your mind V," Kane murmured, his eyes burning with emotion that looked like love, desire and worry.

Videl's lips parted to deny his statement, to assure him that she was ready, even if the size of him was both frightening and tantalizing. She wanted to give him all of her as much as she wanted to have all of him. But he interrupted her before she could get the words out.

"I promise I won't pout," Kane told her playfully, his gaze simmering in such a way that her heart skittered like a scrabbling rabbit running from a hungry wolf.

It was obvious that no matter how badly he wanted this, she could see that he loved her enough to pull back, even at the last possible second. She knew that he was exercising his last shred of self-control, for her sake. And that made her want all the more to take that self-control from him and toss it to the side, like it was a scarf used for binding a wrist when its restraint wasn't needed anymore. 

"I want all  of you," Videl breathed, repeating her earlier statement, her fingertips trailing down his abs. She enjoyed the way they tightened under her touch. His breath shuddered out, whether from her words or her hands on his body, she wasn't sure. "You're giving it to me, Kane. Not taking from me." She didn't want him to feel like he was stealing her "precious" virginity, but rather giving her the gift of losing it to someone who she trusted and loved more than she could conceive. She knew that she had a choice in the matter, and unlike her best friend's first time, it was her idea - not some anxious, horny guy's. She felt powerful because of that fact, and immeasurably fortunate. She hoped that he could see the sincerity in her eyes.

It was his turn to bite his lip now, like he was still unsure  about whether he was taking something from her. It was clear that he valued her innocence - respected it with reverence for all that it was. But his body shifted, readying himself, as his eyes dragged over her vulnerable exposure. She felt the heat of him press against the wetness between her legs and stifled a gasp. His gaze snapped back up to lock on hers as his hand reached down to guide himself inside her - and she felt like she could read the thoughts being expressed in his silver eyes. This might hurt, they said. I'll be gentle - I'll go slow.

And it did hurt when he slid in only by an inch. She couldn't hold back the gasp that flew from her lips, then. Her inner walls clenched around him as if to resist his entry, but he didn't move further, giving her body a moment to get used to his thick width, before gracing her with more of his length. He groaned - the sound rumbling from deep in his chest. Her hands gripped his muscular shoulders as she tamped down the urge to wince against the twinge of pain.

"Fuck," he growled as he eased in just a little more. "You're so tight."

The hunger in his growl made her moan softly in delight. Her hips wriggled slightly as her back arched, sliding him in further. She blinked away the stars in her eyes, already panting like she'd run a mile or two on the treadmill. She felt a fresh gush of wetness surge to lubricate him, to make herself more slippery for his entry - like her body was responding to the threat of his powerful manhood by giving him assistance.