I looked up to Darcy and released my lip, but the moment he pulled the head of his cock out of me and thrust forward again with a little more force I squeezed my eyes shut as pain exploded inside me.
"Ow," I whimpered and fisted the bed sheets in my hand.
Darcy stilled. "Open your eyes, beautiful girl."
I opened my eyes and was surprised when tears fell from my eyes, ran down my temples and into my hairline. Darcy leaned down and kissed over my tear streaks, and then brushed his lips over my eyes.
"You're incredible," he breathed.
I swallowed down my sniffles.
"You're big," I replied, breathlessly.
Darcy smiled at me for a moment before he leaned down kissed me. It was during our kiss that he pulled out of me and thrust back inside. He was gentle, but it felt like he was cutting into me because the walls around him stung with the intrusion. I focused on my breathing, and on Darcy's kiss. I allowed myself to get lost in him, and when he pulled out of me and thrust forward once more I didn't feel pain, I felt a little something that was… good.
I opened my eyes when Darcy broke our kiss. I looked down at our connected bodies and Darcy's perfectly crafted stomach was the first thing I saw. I looked lower and swallowed.
He was really inside of me.
"Oh, my God," I breathed and made sure not to move a muscle.
Darcy rested on his elbows as he hovered over me.
"Look at me," he said.
I looked at him and when my eyes made contact with his, I started to relax.
"That's it baby, relax. You're okay. Trust me."
I breathed, "I do."
I really did.
Darcy licked his lips then he leaned down and kissed me again. I lifted my hands to his biceps, slid my hands up his arms, up his neck and buried them in his thick hair. I tugged and knotted my fingers in his brown locks and deepened our kiss.
I relaxed my legs and only tensed a little when Darcy slowly pulled out of me and trust back in. He went slow, and was very gentle - it helped ease the sensation of him stretching me. With each thrust, I started to feel little zings of pleasure, and I felt so much better because of it. The pain was gone - I got past the worst of it.
Thank God.
Darcy set a slow and steady pace for a few minutes as he gently thrust in and out of my body until I moaned. I heard Darcy's grunt as he ever so slightly thrust into me harder, and picked up his pace.
I broke the kiss Darcy and I shared when he thrust into my body hard and a shiver of pure satisfaction rushed around my core.
What was that?
"Fuck," I breathed.
Darcy pressed his forehead to mine. "Are you hurting?" he asked. "I'll stop if you are."
Like hell he'd stop.
"The opposite," I groaned and tested the waters with pushing my hips down on Darcy, which caused him to groan in pleasure as he fully slide back inside me.
"Jesus, Neala," he said and moved his mouth to my cheek where he bit down.
It didn't hurt at all - if possible the action turned me on more than I already was.
Darcy moved his mouth to my neck.
He kissed, licked, and sucked on me as he thrust harder into my body.
Each thrust caused a slap as our skin smacked together, the sound rang out in the room followed by our mixed grunts and moans. My body was on fire, and I felt like I needed Darcy to lean up off me so I boldly asked, "Can I ride you?"
Darcy halted his movements, and it caused my insides to contract with disapproval.
"You want to be on top?" he asked.
I nodded my head.
I screeched when Darcy gripped onto my waist and rolled his body under mine, and pulled me on top of him. I gasped when I sat upright and looked down. I was straddling Darcy, and he was still inside me.
"How the hell did you do that?" I asked in shock.
Darcy didn't reply, instead he placed his hands on my waist and rolled his hips upwards causing my eyes to drift shut. I opened my eyes then placed my hands on his and looked at him for direction.
"Up and down, baby," Darcy encouraged and hissed when I did as he asked. He bucked his hips upwards when I sank down on him and growled, "Just like that."
I repeated the action of moving up and down until I fell into a slow and steady rhythmic bounce. Each thrust Darcy made as I sunk down on him was toe curling. I leaned my head back and arched my back when my inner muscles contracted around him.
He groaned and reached up and palmed my breasts in his hands and tweaked my nipples. I hissed and looked down at him and growled as he smirked up at me.
"You're so fucking sexy, baby."
I loved the compliments he gave - each one made me feel more confident than the last.
I bore down on him and contracted my inner muscles around him once more and watched as his face lit up with pleasure. I loved that I was making him feel good, and I loved that he was making me feel this good.