He drew every last ounce of pleasure from me, only stopping when I floated back down to earth. As I recovered, he eased himself over me, bringing us face to face, skin to skin.

“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I should keep you locked in my bedroom, naked and writhing just like this, every day, all day.” The heat in his eyes and need in his voice stirred to life a spark of sensation in my belly that I thought had surely burned itself out.

“You’re not so bad to look at yourself. Will you tell me about these one day?” I asked, tracing the lines of his shoulder tattoo.

“I’ll tell you anything you want, but first, I need to be inside you. I’ve never gone without a condom, so I’m clean. I want to be bare inside you with nothing between us.” He peered at me in question, allowing me to make the call.

“What about pregnancy?” I asked cautiously, noting he hadn’t raised that concern.

“I can’t imagine anything finer than having you round with my child, so that’s not a concern of mine.”

Holy shit. He was serious.

“I’m on birth control,” I whispered.

His eyes softened. “Another time then. For now, this is just about us. You’re perfectly slick and ready, but it’ll probably still hurt a bit. I can’t say I’m sorry. Knowing I’m about to take your innocence makes me happier than you can fathom.” His lips lowered to mine, kissing me passionately while one of his hands guided my knees up and back, opening me to him. His tip pressed inside me, warm and thick, spreading my entrance until I stiffened with worry. “Relax, Ladybug. It’ll hurt more if you’re tense. Try to remember it’s me and how you were made for me.”

I nodded, trying to ease my clenched muscles. Nico continued to rock himself just inside my entrance, allowing me to adjust to the sensation. Then, without warning, he thrust fully inside me, sending a stab of shooting pain through my core. I cried out, and he pulled my face close to his.

“Shhhh, that’s it. It’s over now. The pain is done,” he soothed me, trailing his fingers up and down my arm.

As I calmed from the surprise, I noted that Nico’s voice sounded strained. “Are you okay?” I asked warily. I didn’t think I was doing anything wrong, but what did I know?

He chuckled, then kissed me lazily. “I’m more than okay. You’re so fuckin’ tight that I could die right now as the happiest man alive.”

I smiled shyly just as Nico started to slowly rock inside me. I expected it to hurt, and there was a dull soreness, but it quickly eased into something more pleasurable.

“I’m not going to last, Sof. I’ve waited so long for this moment, and I can’t hold back.” His voice shook with strain, and I soared at knowing I affected him so deeply.