Page 26 of My Pucking Life

It's hard to look sexy when you drop back onto your elbows and shimmy further onto the bed, but I do the best I can. His face gives nothing away to tell me if I look like a fool. He's still looking at me like I'm some kind of treasure he's found after a lifetime of searching.

He moves across the bed to join me, covering my body with his as he kisses me again. Our bodies touching in so many places has my core begging for attention. “Please,” I beg as I take ragged breaths and arch my body into his.

“Yes, Princess,” he says as he begins kissing his way down my body. “Your wish is my command,” he continues between kisses until he’s exactly where I want him. “Are you wet and ready for me?” he asks even though he knows damn well I am. He can smell it. Hell, he can probably see it. There's no way I haven't soaked through these panties.

Forgetting my earlier scold, he elongates a single claw and snaps them right off my body, but my words catch in my throat when he begins to massage his finger into my most sensitive spot.

His tongue quickly replaces his finger, and I cry out at the warmth of his touch. He growls as he eats me, and the vibrations on my clit have me already so close to coming. As if he knows, he slides two fingers in, gently massaging and stretching me as his tongue continues the perfect rhythm that has an orgasm shooting through me so quickly I didn't even feel it building. I scream his name and pull him away by his hair, my clit needing a moment without stimulation to come back down.

He makes a show of licking his lips and fingers, not letting a drop of my release go to waste.

Once the high of my orgasm fades, a sigh leaves me. It's amazing, but I want more. I want everything.

“Roman, pl—”

“Shhh, my little miracle, I know,” he soothes, and my eyes immediately fill with tears.

“We can—”

“Yes, Leera. Are you sure you're ready? If you thought there was no turning back before, this is your absolute last chance.” He tries to play the question off as a joke, but I can see the worry in his eyes, and I can feel it crackling in the air around us like the fire. It breaks my heart that he thinks that there's absolutely anywhere else I'd rather be.

I nod and whimper, “Please, Roman. I need you. All of you. I love you. Make me yours.”

His lips crash into mine again, and I can still taste myself on his lips, but I don't care. I need him. I need him inside me, to complete me. I need him to mark me, to claim me. My soul won't feel complete until he does, and I can't stand this nagging feeling of my missing piece.

When he pulls away from the kiss, he rests his forehead on mine. “I'll be as gentle as I can. It will be uncomfortable at first, then it will hurt a little bit. When the pain fades, it will only ever feel amazing. I promise.”

My nerves are shooting through every corner of my body, but I'm ready, so I nod again, pulling him against me.

He leans onto his left forearm, laying it on the side of my head. Now he's lifting my chin with his right hand to kiss me again, the softness returning. When he pulls away, our eyes move together to where his length lies between us. He takes the shaft in his hands and begins to move his head through my folds, gathering what remains of my release. The friction alone helps to calm me, the need drowning the nerves. He rubs it higher, making sure to drag it across my clit.

“Please, Roman. I-I'm ready. I need you.”

“I need you too, Princess.” He moves the head of his length to my entrance, and I suck in a deep breath. “You have to keep breathing, baby,” he instructs, so I release the large breath I was holding, and he begins to move inside of me.

“Oh, God,” I breathe, throwing my head back against the bed.

He freezes and searches my face. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, Roman. Please move. Keep going,” I pant, needing him to move.

He moves in another inch, and I start to see stars. I'm so full. He's so big. It's such a tight fit.Come on, Leera. Now is not the time to panic. Breathe.

He nearly reaches my resistance, and he's pulling back so slowly I swear I'm going to die. “R-Roman,” I stutter. His face looks pained.Can he feel me panicking?“P-please keep moving. I promise I'm okay,” I say, trying to convince myself as much as I am him.

He nods and kisses me on the forehead while he works his hips in and out of me, just those couple of inches, acclimating my body to the foreign feeling of being so full.

Panting, I lock eyes with him once again. “I'm r-ready,” I assure him.

He nods and stops moving his length within me but starts rubbing my bundle of nerves with his thumb, resting his forehead on mine. “This is the part that hurts,” he whispers, and I nod. “I'll do it as quickly as I can, and I won't move until you tell me to,” he explains while he continues to rub my clit and slowly begins moving in short thrusts. My body feels like an explosive device; I can already feel the fire burning at the end of the wick, and it's eating up the line fast, with detonation rapidly approaching.

I nod furiously, doing everything I can to not thrash my head back and forth. “Please, R—"

My words are cut off by the sharp hitch of his hips plunging him all the way inside of me, and holy shit. A small scream tears from my lungs, and tears gather in my eyes. “Shhh, I'm here,” he soothes, rubbing his hands on my temples. “I love you. I love you. I love you,” he whispers in chants as he kisses all over my face while I squirm and whimper, waiting for the pain to slowly begin to fade. I feel so full. It’s like I can't even take a full breath. “Keep breathing, Leera. You're doing so well. I love you.” His continued affirmations keep the tears from gathering in my eyes.

He takes my face in his hands, and his thumbs wipe the last tears from my face. “I'm okay,” I breathe, nodding my head again. “I’m ready.”

“You're sure?” he asks as his face searches mine once more.

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