Page 178 of To Scale the Emerald Mountain
“Tell me to stop at any time, and I will.” My breath holds in my ribs, waiting for her to acknowledge my statement.
When she finally nods her head, her breathing already erratic, I kiss the tip of her nose, then let my parted lips hover above hers as I start to push in. Her eyes go wider, as does her mouth, as she starts to pant at my thickness stretching and scraping her silken walls.
I move slow—so fucking slow—needing her to enjoy this as much as I will. Her hands grip my hips tight, dimpling my skin as she begins to tense and her eyes close.
Pausing, I use her hair to tilt her face towards mine.
“Look at me,” I command again with a gentle whisper. My lips lovingly caress Ellya’s mouth.
My body is desperate to fill her to the hilt, to have her warm and wet and tight around every inch of me. The pressure on my canines is unbearable as I fight my primal urges to make her mine until she has adjusted to me more.
Only when Ellya’s eyes meet mine do I continue to slowly work forward.
Reaching the physical resistance of her maidenhead, I push through it with a light pop. She grimaces and releases a pained groan. I still again as she shakes beneath me, tense and coiled tight.
“Relax for me,” I whisper, stroking up and down her side, her skin smooth as luxurious satin.
I wait until her rigid muscles begin to slacken before sinking in another perfect inch—so smooth and she grips me like a fucking vice. I am already throbbing and fighting the flutter of my eyes, fighting the urge to immediately start fucking her hard.
I pull back barely an inch before sinking in further. Ellya groans, and I still, repeating the process in torturously slow movements until I am fully seated within her. She breathes in gasps and a single tear slips from her eye. I trace the salty track with my lips.
“Tell me you are alright,” I request, and she nods frantically, already clenching around me.
“Don’t stop.” Her arms wound around my back hold me tighter.
With her assurance, I barely retreat and sink back in and she moans my name, her tone dripping with desire. Pushing into her with more force, she mewls, and I cannot help but groan, her sounds alone enough to bring me to my knees.
Nothing has ever felt this good.
My limbs shake with my restraint. I want to fuck her hard, fast, deep. Make her scream and come so hard it runs down her legs.
“Yes?” My husky voice begs for her assurance.
“Yes,” Ellya whispers, her bright eyes holding mine.
I pull back and plunge into her, once, twice… Her delicate walls squeeze tight around me as she cries out.
“Fuck. You are already close.” I tug my bottom lip between my teeth and thrust into her, my speed increasing. “Do you like the way I feel?”
“Yes,” she struggles to breathe out as her thighs tighten around my waist.
Nipping at her ear, my shallow thrusts turn longer, deeper, pulling out nearly to the tip while her sweet little cunt greedily takes me. My gentle control is steadily slipping as Ellya rapidly moves towards climax.
Her eyes glaze over, her noises uncontrolled, and on my next thrust when I sink deep into her, rolling my hips, she contracts and pulses around my cock. Hard.
So fucking hard.
Ellya’s mouth is thrown wide open on a silent scream, the intensity of her orgasm stealing her breath and crossing her eyes as they roll back into her head. Her back arches, making her tits push against me, and her hair flows and tickles the bed beneath her.
Smirking down at her visceral reaction to the most intimate parts of me piercing into the most intimate parts of her, I continue to slide into her, fucking her steadily through her pleasure.
Ellya releases a primal moan as her breath returns to her. She sinks back into the bed, her tight cunt still fluttering around me.
“You feel so good when you come, Elly,” I praise with heavy breath, sucking my way up the column of her neck.
She preens and digs her fingers into my flesh, her nails biting into my shoulders.
Unable to hold the pressure on my teeth back anymore, my canines lengthen and sharpen, ready to claim her as mine and let the magic of our bond flow between us uninhibited. When Ellya’s cunt stops dancing around me, I lick the side of her neck and groaninto her, enjoying the heady saltiness of the slick sweat gathering on her skin.
