Elio laughed at the gesture and went back to her face, drawing the pillow away to get a good look at her red cheeks. He was caressing them while sucking her neck. A tiny wave of pain shot up.
"Everyone is going to know you're mine."
She wanted to tell him to quit playing with her. She already could imagine people seeing the hickey he was so obviously giving her and knowing that people she worked with would at once realize who she’d got it from.
Instead, she kept staring at him, trust shining in her eyes. She was breathless just through oral so keeping up with fucking would be as close to a workout as it could be. At least that's what Elio thought.
Her back arched, bringing their bodies closer together. His cock rubbed against her abs. A low grunt followed.
"Elio, please," she begged, lifting her hips.
Elio almost lost it right there and then.
He reached for his pants he’d tossed to the floor and took out a condom package from the pocket. They never talked about protection and whether Savannah was taking pills or not, however, he had never before had unprotected sex and was used to putting it on. He rolled it on his cock, noticing the girl's attention as he proceeded. She had that look of curiosity painted all over her face. Elio then realized that whatever they were to do from now on was completely new territory.
For him as well.
And he wanted to make Savannah know that but he wavered on whether to say something or not. He knew how to fuck. Hell, he was almost a pro at this point. However, he had to go slow and be ready for the possibility that she could stop him during. Because she was a virgin.
"I'm going to fuck that cunt, baby girl," he said, filling her with more anticipation. Telling her that it might hurt wasn't the right thing because she would tense up. And she already knew that the first time wasn't all that magical since she had been keeping herself somewhat distanced each time they were in bed.
He grabbed her thighs and pushed them further apart to gain better access. He rasped.
She wrapped her arms around his neck before sliding them to his back, fingers resting loosely. That would change as soon as he would break the hymen surely. And there would be deep red marks.
The thought turned him on even more.
Fuck.
He put more pressure on Savannah's pussy going into as gently as he could. He wanted to use more force to end the worst moments faster but he also wanted to protect her. Not cause her more pain.
When he was barely halfway in, her face flashed with pain. She whimpered, tensing. Her walls clenched. "Don't forget to breathe," he commented, wanting her to relax a little bit.
It worked. She laughed. Her nails were clawing at the hard muscles of his back.
He clutched the sheets, plunging deeper into her until he hit the hymen and broke it with one smooth push. Then all at once, Savannah sucked the air, breathing heavily. Tears shone in her eyes. Elio stopped. He didn't want to move if it was as painful as her face seemed to indicate.
She took in his warm, masculine scent to focus on something else. It was strong and spicy. And it teased her nostrils, helping with holding onto something other than the excruciating pain.
"I fucking love how tight you are," Elio whispered in her ear. Another attempt at making her feel better.
She scratched his back from his shoulders to the lower back. He rarely liked having any visible marks on his body after sex. He was the one to leave them sometimes. But Savannah made it so much more gratifying that he couldn't care less at this point what it may look like tomorrow.
"You can move," Savannah moaned, finally able to get ahold of herself. She got used to the feeling a little more when her pussy let go of most of the pressure she used to guard itself against Elio's cock.
He kissed her passionately while pulling out. He started moving his hips, fucking her but still maintaining a slow pace just in case. After a few tries, Savannah closed her eyes, arching. She couldn't hold back crying out his name as pleasure shot through her.
And then he was inside her, changing her breathing with every thrust, hearing her moans timed to his body. Her legs trembled with this experience that she’d come to like quicker than she’d thought. She still felt the pain, however, it was nothing like before. Now she treated it like another stimulus, letting Elio act on his desires more.
She sent him a reassuring smile and in seconds he was on her again, fucking her harder, just long enough to intoxicate her mind before stopping again.
If it was begging he wanted, he would have to stop long enough for her brain to start working again. Another lesson learnt after the orgasm control, which aggravated Savannah further.
Elio smirked, taking her nipple in his mouth, grazing it with his teeth slightly.
"Elio, stop the teasing," she ordered, prompting the man even more to keep up what he was doing.
She was supposed to beg.
Then he moved to the other nipple. His hand rested against her throat, drawing little circles near her jaw.
The promise of more.
That's what it was.
"Elio," Savannah moaned again. "I beg you."
She gave in.
As on command, Elio pulled away before shoving his cock all the way in. His grip on her throat tightened, limiting her breath. Not enough for her to not be able to inhale but enough to lose herself in the gesture. Surprisingly, she loved it. It was as possessive at it came, but unlike her past experiences of being hit and grabbed just
