Heath steps back and pulls his shirt over his head in a single swift motion, then tosses it to the side. My mouth nearly waters at the sight of him— rippled abdominals, pectorals that look like discs of granite, a scar on his torso that begs me to run my fingers over it. His body is tanned and toned and hard, and when he unzips his pants and lets both them and his boxers fall to the floor, I feel the breath rush from my body.

His cock is massive. Nine inches, if not ten. I knew from the bulge I’d seen that he would be big, but this is almost overwhelming— the weight of the thing means that even erect, it doesn’t stand straight up, but rather points right at me. I’ve been with men before, even men I’d have considered above average, but never with someone this huge.

“I told you I’d need to go slowly,” he says, watching me stare at him. I blink and meet his eyes. He takes a step forward. “Touch me,” he demands. “Don’t be scared, baby.”

I nod and reach out, let my fingers graze his hard shaft, and I sigh at how warm, how hard and powerful his cock feels. I lick my lips and dare to wrap my hand around it, pumping lightly at him until he groans gently in his throat.

“Lay down on the bed,” he says huskily, and I must look scared again because he adds, “Trust me.”

I nod and lie on my back. I expect Heath to get on top of me, but instead he kneels at my side. With one hand, he brushes my hair off my face; with the other, he strokes my thighs, each movement bringing him closer and closer to my pussy. I whimper and involuntarily lift my hips off the bed, begging him to finally touch me there. I’ve never wanted someone’s hands on me so badly, and I feel like a strange, wild version of myself.

Heath continues to stroke my thighs with one hand, and moves the other to my mouth. I’ve never done anything like this before, and yet when he presses his thumb against my lips I eagerly part them and suck his finger into my mouth, massaging it with my tongue as if it were his cock. He smiles down at me, then brings the hand on my thigh higher, higher—

I moan as Heath lets one finger slide between my pussy lips, just barely brushing against my wetness. He does this several times, and I begin to suck on his thumb more furiously. Heath strokes my pussy several times, then gently parts those lips and finds my clit with his fingers. I buck my hips and cry out, overwhelmed by the sensation, by how easy it was for him to make me feel this way.

“That’s right,” he says, voice husky and deep. He removes his fingers from my mouth, then slides his hand under me to scoop my upper body off the bed and pull me against his chest. The hand on my pussy, however, stays put, and he begins to rub at my clit, circling around it, my body contorting in his arms with pleasure. Heath lowers his mouth to mine and kisses me, his tongue brushing against mine as he finally slides his finger along my slit and pushes it into my pussy, entering me so swiftly that I gasp into his lips at the sensation.

“You’re so tight,” he says against me, still kissing me, and he begins to lightly pump his finger in and out of my pussy. “And so wet, Karli.” I moan in response, having apparently lost the ability to form words. My back arches, eager to give him more access, and I spread my legs as far as I can. Heath notes this, then kisses me again before adding a second finger to my pussy. Even his fingers feel large in me— large, but amazing, and my fear of taking his cock is slowly transformed into raw excitement.

“You want me to fuck you with my cock, don’t you?” he asks with dark playfulness. I can’t answer, and so he adds, “You need to ask for what you want, Karli.”

“Yes,” I gasp.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, fuck me— fuck me with your cock, Heath,” I stammer as he continues to push his fingers in and out of my pussy. His mouth moves to my neck, and he bites at me; I drop my head back so he can bite me more easily if he wants to.

“I knew when I saw you that I wanted to be in your pussy. It’s so tight, Karli. You’ll tell me if I hurt you?”

“Yes,” I say again.

“And you’ll tell me the moment you decide that you’re mine?” he asks.

This is such a strange question that I almost manage a frown— but it becomes a whimper instead as Heath removes his fingers from me and returns to my clit, playing with it just enough that I begin to tingle in the anticipation of an orgasm. Each time this happens, though, he pulls his hand away, and the sensation dies off.

“You’ll tell me when you decide you’re mine?” he asks again. “When you decide that you’ll let me have you any way I want you?”

“You can now—“ I gasp.

“No,” he says. “You can say that, but you won’t mean it just yet. I want you to mean it. I want to know that you’ll let me do anything to you, Karli. I want to know that you trust me to bring you pleasure more than you fear me.”

He’s serious now, so serious that I realize I have to answer. He kisses me again, then pulls his head back. “You’ll tell me?”

It’s hard for me to imagine giving up that much control— I’ve never been the sort to totally submit to anyone, much less someone I barely know. And yet, the fact that he’s asking me to tell him when it happens rather than demand it right now…that provides an odd sort of comfort. Like an assurance that the point will come, but I get to decide when that is.

I nod, breathless. “I’ll tell you.”

“Good girl,” he says, then lays my upper body back on the bed, simultaneously removing his fingers from my needy pussy. I whine, unhappy that my response lead to this, but then I see him reach for his discarded pants. He pulls a condom from the back pocket, opens it, and slides it on— which doesn’t appear the easiest task, given his girth. I watch, almost mesmerized by the process, and continue to stare when he’s finished. He has to reach up and tap underneath my chin to lift my eyes to his. “Spread your legs for me, Karli.”

I’m rattled with excitement as I slide my legs apart, exposing myself entirely. Heath looks at my pussy, reaches down, playing lightly with my folds and massaging at my wetness. I sigh with the gentle pleasure of it, and am nearly relaxed enough that I feel dream-like when Heath stops, then climbs back onto the bed, positioning himself between my legs. My nerves spike all over again as he reaches over and wraps my legs around his waist, the action pulling my hips from the bed and causing his cock to brush against my pussy. He reaches for my chin and lifts it, so our eyes are locked.

And then he pushes into me.

My eyes widen and I gasp at the sensation, at how thick he feels as he slides into my soaked pussy. My legs tighten around Heath, who grits his teeth and sucks in a breath as he gives me another inch of him, another, another. My pussy tightens hard around him, stretched as it’s never been by his girth, and with each inch there’s a splash of pain followed by perfect, flawless pleasure.

“You’re so tight, Karli,” Heath says, sliding another inch inside. “You feel like a virgin.”

I’m not, technically, but I might as well be— because I’ve never had a cock like this before. I’ve never had a man like this before. I smile up at him dizzily and lift my hips, trying to let him further in. He groans at the motion, and begins to pump in and out of my pussy, fucking me slowly, carefully. I moan as I feel him rubbing through me, the head of his cock stroking me in places I didn’t know were so needy for touch.

“That’s right,” he murmurs to me, wrapping an arm under me and pulling my mouth to his. He kisses me, tongue tangling with mine for a moment, giving me another inch of him while our mouths are pressed together. I whimper and he slows his pace, then, as I recover, he continues. The moment of pain blurs away, and my body goes hazy and drunk with the pleasure of being fucked by someone so big, so powerful, so strong. He speaks again, his words both comforting and arousing. “I’m going to make you come, Karli.”

I almost protest— I’ve never been able to orgasm during sex. But Heath isn’t like anyone I’ve ever been with before, and his words are a promise. I meet his eyes and nod, squeezing his waist tighter with my legs. He answers by fucking me in short, shallow strokes, moving faster and faster in me until I feel wicked and unhinged and—

“Heath,” I stammer his name, and I mean to say more but I can’t. The orgasm tears through me, more powerful than any I’ve experienced before, rendering me useless to control my body. I buck against him involuntarily, I cry out like an animal, I sink my hips against his in an effort to get his cock even deeper into me. I pant and dig my nails into him, desperate to hold on to something as my body is rocked and stars take over my vision.

I come to, panting, sweating, clinging to him, and look into his eyes, hungry and grateful and shocked at what he just drew from me. He carefully pulls out of my aching pussy and unwinds my legs from his waist, letting me down like I’m something particularly breakable. I definitely feel like I could shatter, right now.

“I’ve never— I didn’t know it could be like that,” I pant, voice a hoarse whisper.

“Karli, baby,” he says, then moves to carefully turn me onto my stomach. I allow him without protest, and feel a jolt of arousal shoot through me when he lines his cock up with my pussy again. He leans down and kisses the back of my neck, pausing just long enough to say, “We’ve only just begun.”