Taken. For The First Time.

And the moment afterwards.

The moment he thrusts forward and I feel him stretching me. The moment where all my imploring and conscious thought towards relaxation goes out the window as I feel the dull sensation of being stretched transform into the sharp sense of being unmistakably split open.

My fingers curl like claws against my skin as I cry out, my head lolling to one side. The pain is immense, immesurable, but I get this sense that it is not inevitable and nor is it infinite.

Behind it there is this feeling of pleasure rising up from within me. Rising like a warm tide and rushing twice as fast, pushing past the pain with a wave of something so much better.

But for a moment there is a mix of it. When the head of him pops inside of me and my whole body tenses from the unfamiliar sensation I am caught in the middle between the two forces. Pain and pleasure tugging on me with pain above and pleasure below and I rise, seemingly breaking onto the harder end of the bargain, before pleasure wraps its tendrils around me and drags me down into the pleasant depths.

My cries turn into moans as he holds within me. I can feel everything. I can feel every inch of my body and his and I can feel the pounding beat of his heart as it throbs through the walls of me and pulses out inside of me, ringing like a bell. My hands fly out to the sides of me, reaching into the air for something to hold onto as I crest on the wave of pleasure and then it ebbs in the moment before he pulls back.

There is pain then. Pain replacing the pleasure and then regret momentarily as I panic, worrying that it is over.

But too quick he thrusts forward again, giving me a little more this time. One more inch of his throbbingness as he pulses within me and his hands find my hips.

God the sensation of being taken, of being filled, is more than I ever thought it could be.

And thrust by thrust the pain leaves as thrust by thrust the pleasure rises and my body trembles and shakes, vibrating with a potent need for even more than this.

I don’t beg with words. I try but they are beyond me right now, only coming out past my lips in piercing wails and uncertain cries. Only coming out through my fingers as I search for him and find his body, finding comfort as well in his reassuring bulk. Only coming out through the trembling vibrations of my form as I shake and my head lolls from side to side, as I try to find some purchase to make sense of the riot of sensations running through me but find nothing in the end.

Nothing but the pleasure, rushing through me soundless and formless but somehow taking on the vibrancy of a rainbow of heat, every strip and moment of it unique in its beauty and tone.

God it all suffuses into me, all melts into the soul and the spirit of me as I beg of him with my actions. Fingers digging into his shoulders as I gasp and my lips find his neck. Knees pulling back as my legs start to wrap around him and pull him into me that extra little bit with each thrust. Back arching so when he pushes down his chest comes close enough that it drags against the tips of my nipples and sends a sharp tingle of pleasure hitting my spine and running up and down me like a pianist tinkling the keys.

Oh god he is a musician. He is a musician and an artist and a mentor and he is so damn patient. I can feel the potent need building at the edge of him and wanting to break forth, like a dog pulling at the end of its leash and trying to break free but he knows that I’m not ready for it.

Not yet. But I’m close. I'm so close and I will have it and he will break his leash.

I’m inches away and he’s inches away from burying every last inch of himself inside of me and then there is one thrust and one thrust more and I feel it.

Oh god I feel it.

Oh god it feels so good.

So good that a smile lights on my lips and I sigh, reveling in the sensation of fullness as he reaches a place within me I never knew existed. As the warmth of his heat resonates out through the warmth of me and we merge into one for just one moment. For just one moment where there is just one.

Before we become even more.

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