He looked at her, gave her a smile, and then sat up and reached into the bedside table, revealing generic water-based lube and condoms. Her heart hammered loudly as he turned back to her and gave her a soft, gentle kiss that melted her bones.

"You know we don't have to," he murmured, even as he opened the condom and pinched the tip and rolled it down the rigid length of his heavy, rock-hard cock. She watched him for a moment before replying, mesmerized at the simple act of putting on a condom; of curse, she'd never seen it. There were no bananas in sex-ed class. He drizzled lube onto his shaft and pressed a finger into her dripping with lube before pulling away.

"I know. I want to. I'm one-hundred percent certain, Derek." She gave him a smile.

He squeezed her waist, tracing ribs. "How do you want to do this?"

She flushed pink but still made sure to be clear and blunt when she spoke. "You on top of me."

He climbed between her legs again and she wound her legs around his waist, wrapping her arms around his back and feeling the shift of his muscles. His heart pounded in his chest and she could feel its hammering beat under her trembling fingertips. The head of his cock felt massive against the notch of her entrance, and she inhaled and exhaled slowly.

"If you need me to stop, we will. Just tell me, okay? I don't want to hurt you."

"Okay."

And he lowered his arms to either side of her head so he was brace don his forearms, lined his cock up with her dripping pussy, and began to push inside of her. The burn that came with the stretch made her gasp and he froze but she shook her head. "Keep going." He hesitated but obeyed, using short strokes to ease more of his cock into her, and the first time the head breached her made her curl her toes into the sheets and moan brokenly.

"Good?" he croaked once the head popped into her.

She nodded.

He sank into her all the way, his balls pressed against her. She froze and tried to breathe through her nose at the discomfort. It didn't hurt, simply an aching stretch that made her pussy contract and flutter around him, and she shuddered at the oddity of having a cock inside of her. He was so, so much bigger than a tampon.

"Are you okay?" he whispered as his mouth pressed kisses all over her face and lips while he waited for her to give him the go-ahead to move. He trembled slightly above her and then lowered his torso onto hers, catching her lips with his. His kiss was sweet but brief as he peppered her neck and chest with kisses and wrapped his hot mouth around her sensitive, pebbled nipple.

She moaned weakly, carding her hands through his hair, as she began to wiggle her hips and flex her muscles experimentally around him. The ache was still there only not as sharp-edged as before, dulled now due to her body relaxing more.

His mouth released her nipple with a loud, wet pop, and his wild eyes met hers. "Please, don't do that. It feels good…too good." He ducked his head, but she could see the red blush staining his ears.

"You can move."

He pressed a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth before he obeyed, rocking his hips slowly, not necessarily trying to build a rhythm but more so trying to make sure she wasn't hurting.

"Does it hurt?"

She concentrated on the sensation. "No, not really. Feels good." The slide of his cock easing in and out of her was so strange, so foreign, as she looked down at where they were joined together curiously. The sight of her pussy lips, pink and puffy and wet, stretched wide to accommodate him made her swollen clit throb deliciously, and he growled when she unintentionally clenched.

"Fuck, Chloe," he rasped, biting his lip as he grasped her hand and threaded their fingers together. As he continued to thrust, she shifted her legs higher and let out a particularly sharp, loud moan when he hit deep.

"Feels good." She began to rock herself to meet his thrusts. "More." She pressed sloppy, hungry kisses all over his face as he obeyed, setting a harder pace that made her breasts bounce vividly and her pussy pulse around him.

She couldn't believe the noises she was making—embarrassingly loud and squeaky gasps and swears—as he wrapped a hand around her knee and pushed her leg back down onto the bed, opening her wide. His pace had quickened again, fast and deep, as he labored above her, panting, his eyes locked on where his cock slammed home again and again. Her juicy pussy squelched and gurgled around the width of him as he fucked her.

The bed creaked beneath them as she arched her back when he released her hand and knee both to grasp her around the waist and pull her up and down on his cock. The feeling was sublime, hitting something deep and just shy of pain inside of her, as tension coiled inside of her. Her clit pulsed and throbbed as his wiry pubic hair rubbed against it. His sweat dripped down onto her as she turned her head to the side, clawed at the pillow beneath her head, and he took the opportunity to attack her jugular with the ferocity and hunger of a man starved of a lover's touch.

The combination was decidedly wicked and delicious. She found herself crying out, swearing, begging, pleading, making an array of porn-quality noises as he plowed into her weeping cunt. On a particularly deep thrusts, she screamed out in shock as pleasure-pain raced down her back. He froze, but she begged him, "Please, please, fuck, keep going."

He nodded and continued to pull her up and down on his cock. She was so wet, she left a sheen across him, and she feel the slick running down her ass, pooling beneath her. There'd be a wet spot for sure when he finally came. His head rested on the pillow, right above her shoulder, and his hot, heavy panting made her sneak her hand between them to rub her clit.

He seemed to like watching her touch herself like that, if the sudden aggression of his thrusts was anything to go by. The slap of his balls across her ass made her moan as he lifted himself up and released her waist in favor of spreading her legs as far as they could withstand, her knees bunched to her chest, and watched his wet, hard cock piston in and out of her.

"Gonna cum," he gasped, slamming into her so hard she scooted along the sheets, and her cunt throbbed and pulsed. Her clit ached. She began to sob, repeating his name intermingled with exclamations of God, as her orgasm came closer and closer like a tsunami. His pace was frantic and harsh now and she loved it, love how her little cunt gushed around him, how it gurgled and slurped on every thrust, and when he came, his body jerked abruptly, his grip bruising and punishing, his face red and twisted in what she could've easily mistaken for pain and relief, and his lips found hers and he kissed her so hard she was certain his teeth was imprinted on her tongue.

"Come on, sweetheart. Come for me. Wanna feel you—"

She arched, keeping herself anchored as deeply to him as she could, clawing at his back, clutching him to her, as her orgasm rampaged through her so hard she was certain she saw white. She sank her teeth into the soft skin of his throat and he moaned deeply. Her pussy muscles contracted and clutched at his cock as she rode the overwhelming, tear-inducing shocks of her orgasm. She rocked her hips, undulating, her pussy rhythmically squeezing and relaxing, until the waves finally stopped, and they both slumped onto the bed.

She began to cry and was shocked to feel the patter of Derek's tears even as he held her. "I'm okay," they reassured the other, even as her pussy ached when he slid out and threw away the condom. His face was sweaty and red and tear-stained as he curled himself around her, holding her tight, and she clutched him to her just as tightly.

"Let me get up. I gotta pee."

He released her with a faint pout and watched her with hawkish eyes as she hurried to the bathroom. Her bladder felt like it might burst, and as she relieved herself, she wasn't surprised at the slight sting—after all, she'd just had sex—nor the faint streak of pink on the toilet paper.

When she washed her hands and climbed back into the bed, she made sure to let him know she didn't regret anything, whispering the words against his chest as she pressed a kiss to the pinkish indentation of her teeth on his throat while his hand stroked up and down her bare back.

"Mm," he murmured sleepily. "Mine."

She laughed drowsily. "Yeah, yeah, caveman. I'm sleepy." As she said this, her eyes were already drooping close, and before they knew it, they were both asleep.