I never knew that there were so many feelings I hadn't explored yet; it's like tasting all the colours of the rainbow at once. So refreshing and so new.
Timmy looks me straight in the eyes and places his sex at my wet and throbbing entrance.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," I say, breathless.
He eases himself into me slowly and I whimper. Jeez, that hurts.
"You okay?" He stills.
"Yeah, it just hurts a little."
It's not his fault for having such a big dick, though. I feel myself stretching as he moves further in, inch by inch.
He stifles a groan. "God, you're so tight."
In response, the insides of my walls just tighten up even more. I can't believe I'm actually doing it. With no other than Timothée Chalamet. His cock is inside of me, right now.
He finally stills and kisses me with passion. "I'm only halfway there, baby."
My gasp is quickly muffled by his lips. How big is it?
He continues sliding into me until I start to whimper again. God, he was stretching me out so much. Despite the initial pain, I have to admit that it does kinda feel nice.
He nudges my thighs apart wider and manages to fit the rest of his impressive length inside. I try to arch my back, but he has me pinned down and I can't move a thing.
Timmy slowly eases out of me again and asks me if I'm okay. I tell him yes. I tell him that I'm better than okay and he resumes, picking up his pace. He increases his speed with every thrust.
"Faster?" He asks.
We both know it's not even a question. I moan in response.
And a few seconds later, he's pounding into me relentlessly, and my insides start to quiver.
"Please," I whisper hoarsely.
"Come for me, Y/N," he groans, emptying himself with one more thrust. I come undone and find my own release, calling out his name.
We both lie there on the mattress for a long time after that, watching the sun replace the stars and holding each other close.
