My First Night with Richard: Breaking Free in His Bed
The living room smelled of summer air and tension. Richard’s house, our new refuge. I’d just spilled it all—gratitude turning to want. His bald head gleamed under the lamp. Those massive shoulders loomed. My heart hammered like a drum in my tiny chest. One meter fifty-five against his two meters. I felt exposed, raw, in my thin nightie. Legs shaky. No more dancing around. ‘I love you,’ he’d growled. No turning back now.
His hands gripped my arms, thumbs stroking skin. Electricity shot through me. I tilted my head up. Our eyes locked—his hungry, mine scared-excited. Lips met clumsy. Mine trembled. His parted slow, tongue probing. Wet heat exploded. I gasped, clutched his shirt. Fabric strained over muscle. My nipples hardened against him. Pulse thundered in my ears, between my thighs. David never made me feel this—small, desired, alive. Richard’s breath hot on my neck. ‘Laura…’ Rough whisper. Fingers tangled in my long hair, pulling gentle. I pressed closer, hips grinding instinct. Wetness soaked my panties. Fear twisted with need. What if he broke me? But god, I craved it.
The Approach
He scooped me up effortless. Like a doll. Carried to his bedroom. Door clicked shut. World narrowed to us. Laid me on the bed, huge frame hovering. Shadows played on his bulk. I yanked his shirt off—chest hairy, powerful. Hands fumbled my nightie up. Cool air hit skin. Naked now. His eyes devoured. ‘Beautiful,’ he murmured. My cheeks burned. Small tits heaving. Trim bush damp. He stripped slow. Pants dropped. Cock sprang free—thick, veined monster. Twice David’s girth. Heart skipped. Apprehension knotted my gut. Could I take it?
The Instant and Beyond
Kneeling between my legs, he kissed down—neck, collarbone, breasts. Sucked nipples hard. I arched, moaned loud. Fingers parted thighs. Traced slit. ‘So wet,’ he grunted. Slid one in—easy, then two. Stretched delicious. Thumb circled clit. Sparks flew. Hips bucked. ‘Please…’ Whimpered beg. He positioned. Gland nudged entrance. Massive head pushed. Slow burn. Inch by inch. Walls yielded, gripped tight. Full—impossibly full. No pain, just pressure building ecstasy. Bottomed out. Balls slapped ass. Froze, let me adjust. Eyes met. ‘You okay?’ Nodded frantic. Then thrust—deep, rhythmic. Bed creaked. Sweat slicked skin. Clit ground his pubes. Tension coiled vicious.
Faster now. Grunts mixed moans. His weight pinned, safe. Fingers dug shoulders. ‘Harder!’ Orgasms crashed—first clench, gush. He roared, pounded relentless. Second wave hit. Milked him. Hot jets flooded deep. Collapsed together, panting. His cock softened inside, cum leaked warm. Held me close. Giant arms cocooned. Innocence? Gone. David’s ghost fled. This—us—was real. New life pulsed. Heart slowed to his beat. Smiled into chest hair. Tomorrow, Clémentine finds us. But tonight, mine.
