The pain was real, muscle tightening, breath stealing. But that discomfort wasn’t what kept me engaged. It wasn’t what had me wanting more, needing it.

“Are you sure you’re okay” He sounded so concerned, his worry marring the lines of his face, a harshness that was something I hated seeing on him.

“Yes, I’m fine.” I smiled, not wanting him to know that yes, the pain was there, but that I really didn’t want him to stop.

Axel didn’t move for long seconds, just allowed me time to adjust to his size, to get accustomed to the large, stretching feeling of him. He consumed every part of me, capturing the very essence of what my innocence was.

“I love you,” he whispered, then started moving, back and forth.

The fact that I was with Axel made this dreamlike, surreal. He loved me and I loved him. We were each other’s, and nothing else mattered.

His motions were slow and easy, gentle but consuming. I reached up and grabbed his shoulders, the muscles tight beneath my hands, clenching and relaxing with each thrust and retreat.

“Hold on harder, baby.”

I curled my nails into his skin, and although I knew it had to hurt, he only moaned.

He started pulling out a little faster and pushing in a little harder. Beads of sweat covered his temple, his focus on me, his desire clear.

With each passing second that discomfort faded and euphoria took its place, washing through me, lighting me up like the sun was covering me, warming me.

The only sounds were the air leaving me on a rush and his soft yet deep moans. Feeling Axel over me, his strength pushing me down onto the mattress, my legs spread wide to accommodate him, was all I needed to hear.

His slow thrusts became steadier, more intense. I held on, not wanting him to stop, not wanting this to end. All I could do was absorb what I felt, and let it mix with my emotions.

I smoothed my hands along his tattooed arms, his skin slick with perspiration, his big body moving fluidly over mine.

“Tell me you like it, that I make you feel good.”

Pleasure slammed into me.

“Yes.” I moaned that single word out, not sure I even said it loud enough, clear enough for him to understand me.

He grunted, closed his eyes, and thrust in deep. My back arched on its own, my breasts brushing his chest, my nipples rock hard.

“God, this is better than I’ve ever fantasized about, better than I could have dreamed of.” He leaned down to kiss me, never stopping his thrusting motions, never slowing his pace.

Although with each thrust I was still a bit uncomfortable, I wanted it harder, faster. I wanted this to last, but I also wanted to feel that breath-stealing, body-tightening explosion that only Axel would ever give me.

The feeling of his hardness to my softness, of his masculinity to my femininity, made me so crazy with lust I couldn’t stand it. I couldn’t understand this, but then again I didn’t want to make sense of any of it.

“Kiss me again, Axel. Please.” I didn’t care if I begged, if I pleaded with him. I needed his mouth on mine.

And he didn’t make me wait. He kissed me with all the desire he felt, that I felt. He was possessive, intense. He was claiming me in all the ways that we both wanted.

And when I felt him hit something deep within me, my inner muscles clenched around his girth, trying to take him in more.

It felt so good. Axel felt so good.

He started really moving then. Axel wasn’t slow and easy, gentle and sweet. He was the boxer I grew up with, and the man I fell in love with.

“So good.”

He pulled out, only the thick head of his dick at my entrance now. I could see he was fighting with himself, trying to hold back, to make this last.

“Keep going.” I gasped those two words out, feeling that edge in me rise up. I was so close to going over it.

He thrust back into me, harder, with intent, arousal.

“Damn, it’s so fucking good.” He thrust deep in me again, pushing me up on the mattress, my back burning slightly from the friction. I pulled him down so we were kissing now.

He moved back and I sucked in a lungful of air.

“I fucking love you.” He looked into my eyes. “You’ll never understand how much I care about you, and what I’d do for you.”

This was my life.

Axel was everything I wanted.

He was everything that was good and perfect in my life.

Every time he sank into me, pushed another inch into my body, Axel owned me.

I felt my breasts shake from the force of his thrusting, felt the air tease my skin, kissing it, tormenting it.

“You see how this feels?”

I could only nod.

“This is how it’s supposed to be.” He groaned out those words.

Feeling erotic and wanton, I lifted up, using my elbows to brace my upper body on the mattress, and watched his cock move in and out of me. He shifted so I could see better… so he could see better.

His dick was long and thick, and when he pulled almost all the way out, I saw the glossiness of my arousal coating the length.

“Tell me how much you like watching this, how much you like seeing the product of your desire for me coating my cock.”

“I love it all, Axel.”

He shifted a little more, grabbed my hips, and pulled me down, using my body to thrust in deep.

“Touch me,” I begged.

“God, Roxie, baby girl, you’re killing me here.” And then he went onto his knees, stilled his thrusting, and reached between our bodies. He ran his thumbs along my pussy lips, gently, softly.

“More,” I pleaded.

He pulled my lips apart, exposing the inner pink of my pussy.

“You like that, baby?”

I could only nod.

Axel moved his thumbs lower until he had them right by my pussy hole, the digits stroking, teasing.

“I can’t hold off. This is torment.” He had his hands on my waist again. He dug his fingers into my hips, bruises most likely forming, a testament of his passion, ones I wanted to wear.

“Don’t hold back,” I all but cried, needing that friction.

As if my words sparked him on, Axel grabbed my hips and started pushing in and pulling out of me faster, harder. “Every fucking part of you belongs to me, only me. Understand?”

I loved the arrogance, the proprietary attitude coming from him.

“Good,” was all I managed to say.

“Say my name, Roxie.”

“Axel,” I cried out as pleasure consumed me.

The sound of his cock moving in and out of my pussy filled the room. It was dirty and erotic, so fucking incredible, and I probably could have gotten off from that alone.

I wanted to tell him I was so close to coming, that I was right on the precipice of it all, but I couldn’t form the words.

I watched in this daze as he leaned back, placed his thumb on my clit, and rubbed that bud back and forth. I was so wet his actions were seamless, so fluid in their motions.

But he watched me, his focus right on my face as he touched me.

“Come on, Roxie, baby. Let go for me. Let me feel your pussy clench around my cock.”

It was as if his words were all I needed to push me over that edge.

And I came for him. Hard.

Grunts and groans left him.

“Fuck, I’m going to come.”

“Don’t stop.” I’d die if he stopped right now. I was surprised I could say anything through my ecstasy.

He groaned harshly. “No fucking way will I stop.” A gust of air left him as he exhaled. “I love you so much, Roxie, so fucking much it hurts.” He thrust in deep. “We were made for each other.” He leaned back and looked at where we were connected. “I was born to be with you.”

God. I was going to come again from his words alone.

He looked back at me, and I could see his control was gone.

I opened my mouth, the air stilling around me. “I’m coming again.”

“Yeah, baby. So fucking good.” The tension in his voice was clear.

I felt my inner muscles clamp down hard on him, my pleasure riding up, that ending so close. We both moaned, the heat in the room increasing, our skin sticky, pressing together. He started fucking me faster. The sensations, feelings, consumed me.

“Fuck, God, yes.” He pushed into me harder. “You want me to fill you up, make you take all of me, all of my cum?”

“Yes,” I cried out, my orgasm slamming into me like a tidal wave, taking me under, pulling me further down so I couldn’t breathe.

And then he tensed and I knew he was coming right along with me.

His huge tattooed body went rigid above me, and this deep, almost guttural sound left him.

“Fucking hell, yes baby, yes.”

I swore I felt his dick pumping his seed into me, making me take all of him, filling me up.

It was long seconds before his body finally relaxed. Axel rested his full weight on me, and I sank into the mattress, loving the heavy fullness I felt.

“All I want to do is stay like this, to have you like this, with me, always.”

He sighed, this pleasant noise that went right through me.

“Me too, baby.” He rolled off me, the air filling my lungs, but this sense of loss consuming me too.

He pulled me in close, our sweaty bodies pressed together, our hearts beating as one.

Axel wrapped a muscular arm around my waist, keeping my back snug to his chest. I felt the steady, fast beat of his heart through my skin. It matched the rapid beat of my own.

I felt his cum start to slip from my body, the warmth reminding me of what we shared. I shifted on the bed slightly, turning so I could look at him. He had this aroused glint in his eyes, this knowledge that I knew he was fully aware of what was slipping from my body.

Maybe we should have been more careful, used protection, gotten on birth control pills before this, or at the very least had him pull out. But I trusted Axel. We were both virgins, and I knew if I did end up getting pregnant, he’d be with me every step of the way.

Before I knew what he was doing, he had his hand between my legs. I gasped, my sensitivity there, but my desire stronger.

“This is mine always.”

I licked my lips, a shiver working its way through me. He smoothed his fingers through my folds, teased my clit, but then pulled his hand from between my thigh before I knew what was happening again.

I braced my elbow on the bed, rising up and placing my mouth on his. I’d never get enough.

Looking at him told me everything would be fine, that whatever we went through would be worth it in the end.

“I didn’t even know what love was until you came into my life, until I realized we were meant to be together. I may not ever have said anything to you, but you were it for me.” He cupped my cheek. “It’s always been you, Roxie. It’ll always be you.” Axel pulled me closer, his big body this blanket of warmth and protectiveness.

“I love you,” I whispered.

We rested our foreheads together. I was still in awe that my big boxer, the man who’d been my best friend for ages, the one person I wanted to spend my life with, loved me.

“I won’t let you go.”

“Good, because I don’t want you to let me go. Not ever.”

“Move in with me, Roxie. Be in my life always.”

Although I’d always wanted to keep myself distant in a romantic sense with Axel, that had been because he didn’t act like he desired me the way I did him. I’d worried he’d wanted just a friendship, and I’d been fine with that.

I didn’t want to cause myself that pain.

This was different though. He loved me. I loved him, and we would be together.

“Are you sure that’s something you want, that it’s not too fast?”

He crushed me to him, the air leaving me, his body tense against mine.

“I’ve been waiting a lifetime for this moment. It seems like it hasn’t come soon enough.”

I didn’t hold back my smile. I speared my hands in his hair, pulling his head back so I could look into his eyes, knowing there wasn’t anywhere else I’d rather be. “Yes, I want that, Axel.”

The grin he sported stretched across his face, his happiness as potent as mine.

“God, I love you, Roxie.” He kissed me. “You’re mine.”

I didn’t want it any other way.