Page 10 of Diesel
Oh, my. That is going to fit in there?
He chuckled and I wondered if I had said that out loud. But I knew that I hadn’t. Perhaps it was just the look on my face that gave away my thoughts. Not only was it huge, but it had piercings in it, too. Something I would never have thought I would find sexy or appealing. But on him, it worked. And made me even wetter. He fisted himself and pumped a few times, his hand moving up and down as if there was no rush. My body leaned forward in curiosity and fascination. I looked up at him, my eyes big and full of want. His smirk was sexy and I wondered if I should touch him. But I didn’t have the first idea of what to do even if I did.
He reached behind him and grabbed something off of the dresser. Then I heard the crinkling and realized he was opening a condom. Heck, I hadn’t even thought about that. I was so lost in the moment and everything. Glad one of us was being responsible. I watched as he rolled it down his hard shaft feeling oddly more turned on.
“Lay back, Ellie.” His voice sounded amused and I wondered what I looked like at that moment.
I did as he said. He crawled up the bed and settled between my legs with a look of predatory desire in his eyes. He held himself up on his forearms so not to crush me, then his lips were on mine. My brain turned off and I gave myself over to him, trusting him to lead. I felt so small and caged in by his body, but it was comforting in a way that was new. His blunt head nudged at my entrance. But instead of pushing in, he wiggled moving it back and forth through my folds.
“At any point you want me to stop, tell me,” he said, looking firmly into my eyes to let me know he wanted me to listen. “You don’t like somethin’, say so. Don’t be afraid to tell me. Okay, Ellie?”
“Yes,” I nodded frantically with my answer. “Okay.” I paused and chewed on my lip. “This is going to hurt, isn’t it?” I knew the answer. Especially with as big as he was there was no way it wasn’t going to be painful. He chuckled lowly, but I didn’t feel like he was laughing at me.
“Not gonna lie, pixie. It won’t feel great, but I’ll go slow. Tell me if it’s too much.” I nodded again and his lips came down on mine.
He brought my legs up one at a time to hook behind his back. Then his fingers intertwined with mine above my head. This was it. It was really going to happen and I felt giddy inside. He pushed into me, painfully slow. My breath hitched and he paused a moment letting me adjust to him. He moved back and I realized not even a fraction of him was inside of me.
Little by little he coated himself with my wetness and pushed in further each time. Then he stopped as if he had hit a wall and I thought that it wasn’t that bad. It wasn’t nearly as painful as I had imagined. Okay, well that was done then.
But it wasn’t. He kissed me hard, his tongue sliding inside my mouth and dancing with mine. Almost like he was trying to distract me. Then he thrust a little harder than before and I felt it. White light danced behind my lids and a sharp pain shot through me, burning like nothing I’d ever felt before. I let out a noise that sounded like a moan mixed with a scream. My body bowed back as my fingers grip his hands as tight as I could manage.
His body stilled, fully seated inside of me, his hips pressing against mine. He continued to kiss me with a passion that seemed strange for two people that didn’t know each other. The pain subsided and I waited for him to move, only he didn’t. I lightly bucked my hips. I needed more. I itched to feel the friction of him sliding in and out of me. He growled into my mouth and the sound of our lips being ripped apart filled the room. He dropped his head to my collarbone, then let out a heavy breath that tickled my skin. I wondered if I had done something wrong. I feared that I had done something stupid and ruined this whole thing. I felt naïve and embarrassed.
“Fuck, Ellie. You are so tight. I don’t know if I am going to last that long.” I could hear the tension in his voice, thick like he was trying to hold himself together. I had no idea what that meant. Was it a good thing or a bad thing?
“We can… not do this if it’s not good for you.” Tears filled my eyes. “I’m sorry this isn’t good for you.”
“Ellie, baby,” he said as he raised his head to look at me. “Being inside of you is the best thing I have ever felt.”
His words hit me inside my chest and I blushed hard. He kissed away my tears and I realized then, that I still had a death grip on his hands.
Then he was moving and I found myself moving with him. He watched me and my eyes were locked on his. The pain lessened and turned into pleasure. It was the most amazing thing and we moved together like a well-rehearsed dance. Like we had known each other’s bodies for a lifetime.
“More,” I found myself moaning as my heels dug into his back in an attempt to pull him deeper into me.
Our hands broke away and I wrapped my arms around him, my nails dug into his shoulder blades. He grunted and started thrusting into me harder. I was a writhing mess underneath him. His hand gripped the side of my hip and his touch sent a fire through me. My moans echoed off the walls, growing louder the closer I got. Then I screamed out his name as my orgasm tore violently through me. Even though my eyes were closed, I knew he was watching me. I could feel his eyes taking everything about me in. Seconds later, I felt him swell even more inside of me and then he stilled.
My body went limp as he relaxed on top of me, his arms moving to hold his weight from crushing me once again. We were silent as our breaths began to calm.
That was it. I was no longer a virgin. And I wondered if every time it was going to be that amazing. I wanted to kick myself that I hadn’t done it sooner. But then again, maybe this was the perfect time and Diesel was the perfect first experience. Something deep inside me told me that I would never get it as good as this. I pushed away all the crazy thoughts that tried to worm their way into my head.
