This is it.

I am crazy with emotion. And my clit is aching, and all the blood inside my body is like an arrow pointing there, and it’s like I am not getting enough oxygen to my brain. It’s making me woozy.

And I love it.

I reach out with one hand, the other arm propping myself up to see him. I want to see all of this. I want to see the first time Cole enters me, breaks my seal, pops my cherry, makes me his woman, the woman I am meant to be.

Taking his cock in my hand, he looks even more massive. I can barely wrap my fingers around his fullness, and the head alone is huge, and bulging. I spread my legs up wide, my knees falling back against the bed, at my sides. I press the head against my clit softly, and my eyes flash from his cock to his eyes, his loving gaze caressing my entire body, as though I can feel his eyes touching me.

It’s like another sense, a sixth sense, feeling his gaze shower me with tenderness.

“You can go ahead and take me inside that sweet little pussy,” he says. “I’m clean. And I haven’t been with anyone in over two years.”

His words shock me.

“Two years?” I ask quietly, cocking my head to the side.

“Yes. I have been alone. I hid myself away.” His eyes flash to mine. “But then I saw you.”

Two years. He has probably been up here that whole time, those two years going by fast and then slow, and I imagine his loneliness as the days melt into each other, each one the same as the one before, each one the same as the one that follows.

My heart silently stings for him.

But then he saw me.

I move my hand away from his cock, and I slowly glide my hips in fluid, small motions, grinding myself against him.

“I don’t know how you’re going to fit,” I say, biting my lip. “I want to see it.”

His lower jaw juts out slightly, as though he is ready to consume me, and he reaches down to take his cock in his hand.

“Then look, sweetheart. Look at how I fill you up.”

He pushes forward slightly, the head of his cock just against my tight, soaked opening.

“You are...you are so big,” I wince, “but I want you to keep going.”

“You tell me if you want me to stop,” Cole says, teasing the opening of my pussy with his cock, the precum dripping out, mixing with my desire, “but I don’t think you’re going to want me to stop once I start. You are never going to want me to stop. But I’m going to have to stop at some point, okay? Because you will need to rest. I don’t want to wear you out the first time. And then, I will take care of you. I will hold you. I will keep you warm. I will give you anything you want.”

I nod intently and take a deep breath as he pushes forward, the full girth of his massive size stretching my pussy open, making my lips spread open for him, filling me up until his heavy cock is all the way inside.

“Yes,” I moan, the hint of tears beginning to prick at the corners of my eyes. “Yes, that feels so good.”

“You,” he groans, taking my lips with his, pressing his forehead against mine, making me become lost in his eyes, “you feel so good. You are perfect, my sweetness.”

And I feel perfect. This could not be a more perfect moment.

And as he pulls out and presses against me again, slowly, torturously, I become more accustomed to his size. With each thrust, he feels more and more good inside me, more and more fitting.

Like he was made for me. And I for him.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he smolders at me, guiding my head down onto the bed.

“I didn’t know you were the romantic type,” I say, smiling. “I didn’t know you liked that cheesy stuff.”

“Baby, just because I’m big doesn’t mean I’m not a romantic.”

He shifts inside me, making me tremendously aware of just how big he is. His face tilts down, taking in my body, my whole body, and not just my curves or the swell of my breasts or the shape of my hips - he looks at my eyes, and for the first time I feel like I am being seen.

Like all of me is being seen.

Not just part of me. Not just the part that can be used. Not just the part that someone else can project their wants and fears and desires onto.

All of me.

But...but my head spins as he thrusts into me, hard and smooth all at the same time. But...but I know he wants me just like I want him. And I feel like I am being consumed by him, taken, claimed, marked and ruined for any other man who will ever want me.

Because I am his. I feel like I won’t want any other man again.

Like I’ve never wanted any other man before.

And even though I feel like he is seeing all of me, it doesn’t take away from what he is doing to my body.

The exquisite pleasure coursing through my veins, penetrating me to my core.

It’s freaking transcendent.

“Why have I never met you before, Cole?” I whimper as he drags his cock along the insides of my walls, making my pussy heat and gush with want and need.

“It’s my fault. I was away for a long time. But that doesn’t matter now.”

He kisses my forehead, and his beard scratches my skin lightly, making me giggle. He kisses my neck, and my eyes fall closed. I feel his hand make its way down my body, caressing me, pressing his fingers into every single inch of my flesh, and as it snakes down between us, I feel his fingers meet my clit, engorged with pressure and about to spill over at any moment.

“That feels so good, Cole,” I moan, bucking my hips against him. “Please,” I beg. “I need to cum.”

He pulls my body along the bed with his as he pushes himself up, moving toward the edge of the bed. He is standing before me, his perfect yet rough muscles freaking rippling under his tattooed, sun-kissed skin, and his cock is deep inside me. His fingers come down again between us, and his fingers find my exposed clit, and he presses two fingers on each side of it, pinching the flesh and rolling it between the pads of his fingertips.

And I lose it when he pulls his cock out of me and teases my opening.

“Cum for me, Valoria. Milk my cock with your pussy, drain me.”

His words are a beastly growl.

“Oh, my god, Cole,”

My words are a desperate groan as I begin to feel my body ignite with a spark of electricity deep inside my belly, and then overflow with the radiant heat between me and him.

“Cum baby, cum for me. Cum. You are right there.”

And I don’t want to. I want to stay here forever - on the razor-thin line between sex and the afterglow I’ve heard so much about, which I’ve only experienced as a faint outline, a shadow of something real, when I’ve masterbated furiously thinking about the eventual experience I’d have of finally having sex. But my fantasies never approached something like this.

Nothing will ever live up to this.

“I don’t want to cum,” I cry out. “I don’t want this to end.”

“Sweetheart,” he groans sweetly, protectively in my ear as he bends down to pick me up in his arms, my legs wrapped tight around him and his cock still buried deep in my tight, stretched pussy, “this is never going to end. Ever.”

He spins me around, pressing my back against the wall, still holding me up so expertly and like I am a mere penny he picked up from the ground, flipped, and tossed into his pocket. Light and like it could be forgotten. Discarded - and he didn’t have to do this. He did not have to pick me up back there.

He didn’t have to save me.

His mouth curls over mine, our tongues frantically entwined as I feel myself whimper and shutter against his body. With one hand he has my ass scooped up, his fingers pressing against my flesh, his fingertips grinding into me, and the other is snaking down between us again, grinding against my clit as he pummels into me over and over.

“I’m...I’m going to…”

My words come faster, my breathing becomes more ragged.

“Val,” he says, the word licking against my ears, my body, my heart.

And as I bury my forehead inside the curve where his bulging, muscular shoulder sweeps against his neck, I feel my pussy spasm against the grinding of his cock, the thickness inside me growing as I cum, and I close my eyes tight and feel my mouth open in ecstacy.

My world spins again as he turns me around and places me gently back on the bed, and pushes himself into me.

“Fuck,” he groans, “you are so fucking tight. And I love the way your pussy is fucking swallowing me up.”

He slips his finger under my chin and lifts it slightly, kissing me on the lips as he pulls his cock of out me. I look down and instinctively grab his cock with both of my hands, my legs still wrapped loosely around his hips. My pussy clenches up, still wanting, still desperate for him to be inside as I cum, but I pump at him, and his forehead falls against mine and he looks down our bodies between us.

“I want to be in that pretty pussy the next time I cum, princess.”

He jerks and shutters, and his cock explodes, and it looks like the pent up years of being alone have finally be thrown off his shoulders.

I’ve never seen anyone cum before, and I am so deliriously happy that he is the first person I’ve seen. And he cums hard - his cock explodes with thick streams, spraying onto my belly and some on his, too.

It is sexy, and I feel like his dirty princess.

Dirty and good.

So good.