His to Keep

Ch. 8: The First Time (pt. 2)

Nicolai

I am trying so hard to stay in control, to not come inside her right now. This is her first time, it should last longer than a few minutes, but she is making it really difficult for me.

I had no idea she'd want to even be on top this time, let alone let me feel how tight her ass is.

Which, by the way, is really fucking tight. Like, one day, when she lets me fuck her there, I won't last three seconds. I'd last longer riding a goddamn mechanical bull.

"Nicolai?" she asks, and I snap out of my thoughts, my gaze focusing on her.

"Yeah?"

"Are you okay? I feel like you disappeared there for a sec."

I close the tiny bit of distance between us and devour her lips with mine, and she opens to me, moaning into my mouth with every thrust I give her, every pump of my finger inside her.

I pull back slightly for a breath and whisper, "Yeah, I'm perfect, mala tigrica. Why do you ask?"

She smiles and rolls her eyes. "No reason." Leaning back, she pulls off of me, and my finger slides out of her.

"What—" I begin, but I'm cut short when she slams back down on me, again, with no warning. "Fuck!"

"I thought you were losing interest so I figured I'd make sure I was keeping you on track," she teases, leaning forward and grinding against me with a new fervor.

"Losing interest?" I growl, flipping us over so she's underneath me and I'm on top of her again, staring into her eyes, the green specks in them brighter than ever.

"I mean, you—"

"I was thinking about how tight—" I pause as I slide back into her, bracing myself with one hand on the headboard and the other around her neck. "your little asshole was. And how when I fuck it one day, I'm not going to last long. And how I want to last a long time for you this time, even though you're making it really, really fucking hard for me."

"Oh," she squeaks, gripping my wrist with one of her hands. "Nicolai?"

"Yes, Sutton?"

"Harder."

"You want me to fuck you harder?"

"Well, I—"

I look down at where her hand is circling my wrist and a grin tips up the corner of my mouth. "Oh...dirty girl. You want me to choke you harder."

She flushes and nods, swallowing hard. "Yes. Please."

I slide my hand up her throat and tighten it just enough to give her a little more pressure but not enough to cut off her airway. Leaning forward as I roll my hips over hers and kiss up her sternum to her neck, I whisper in her ear, "Is that hard enough?"

Her eyes roll back in her head, and she nods as she clenches around me. "I'm so close, Nic."

I slip my hand between us and begin to rub little circles over her clit, and her breathing quickens. My heart rate speeds to match hers, and a tingle starts at the base of my spine.

"Fuck, Sutton, I'm going to come. Are you—"

"Yes, yes. Come inside me, please. Make me yours."

I tighten my grip on her neck and bite her nipple before saying, "You have always been mine."

A whimper leaves her throat and I feel her soak my cock, and that's it. I'm gone. I'm done. I couldn't hold it back anymore if I wanted to.

And I don't want to. I release every bit of my desire into her, painting her insides with it. "Fuck, Sutton, you feel so good. That's it. Give it all to me."