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Your breath hitched for a second when Gris lowered you onto his bed with utmost care, his massive frame casting a shadow on you. Even now with his hands holding your waist so carefully like you were made out of glass, you couldn't ignore just how small you were in comparison. He always tried to hold himself back as if the strength in his body and the sheer size of him was something dangerous. But tonight you hoped that he would allow himself to let go for once.
Gris slowly kissed down your stomach, worshipping every inch of you as he kissed lower and lower, the rough scrape of his goatee against your skin made you shiver. By the time his mouth kissed along your inner thighs and your mound, you were squirming uncontrollably, needing him badly.
He chuckled against your skin when you were already squirming for him. "Let me take care of you," he hummed with a soft voice before kissing closer to your core, waiting for you to give him the green light.
When you nodded breathlessly he hummed and let his tongue drag through your slick folds which made your back arch off the mattress to get more of it. Gris groaned as if the taste of your arousal was everything he ever needed, devouring you wholly. His tongue circled around your clit a few times before dipping lower to fuck into you, needing more of your slick to melt on it. The obscene sounds of him eating you out filled the room as his mouth worked against you like a man starved.
Your fingers slid into his hair without thinking too much about it, needing something to hold on to and to pull him closer to your cunt. He only hummed in approval, pulling your hips closer to his face as if he didn't need oxygen as long as he gets to taste you. The vibration of his low hum went straight through you and when his lips closed around your clit to suck on it gently, you cried out. The plush of your thighs kept his head trapped against your core when they instinctively clamped around his head. Gris groaned pleased but used his strength to pry your thighs open again, making you take everything that he was giving to you.
Shortly after, his fingers joined in, one thick digit sliding inside you with almost no resistance given you were dripping wet already. The feeling of his finger inside of you had you moaning while your cunt clenched around it, trying to pull it even deeper. He worked it carefully, dragging it along your walls until you were unable to keep your hips still once again. That's when he pushed a second finger inside, only to hear you whine almost pathetically at how nice it stretched you, your hips rolling against his face and fingers.
"Easy, sweetheart. Gotta make sure you can take me, yeah?" Gris soothed and paused to caress your hip with his thumb for a moment. He pressed a gentle kiss to your thigh before he turned his attention back to your clit, drawing lazy circles with his tongue over it.
The thought of him fucking you made you squeeze his fingers like a vice which made Gris swear under his breath before his eyes flickered up to find yours. You looked so needy, eyes glossy, chest heaving and your hands desperately clutching the sheets. He pushed his fingers deeper and started scissoring them instead of curling against your sweet spot to prepare you for his cock. The way he stretched you was borderline overwhelming but it made your body grow slack from how good it felt. By the time he pulled his fingers out, you felt entirely boneless, but still whimpered at the loss.
"Think you're ready for me?" He asked sweetly and you pawed at his chest, practically pulling him on top of you. His cock pressed against your stomach, hot and heavy, and when you glanced down all you could do was swallow hard at the sight of it - long, thick and flushed in a pretty shade of pink at the tip. Your pussy clenched hard at the thought of fitting him inside.
Gris noticed and his mouth turned into an almost apologetic smile while his thumb gently brushed over your cheek to get your attention. "Don't look so scared," he chuckled softly, kissing your forehead tenderly. "It will fit, I'll go slow." He reassured you, although he wasn't entirely sure himself how he would fit himself into you.
Gently, he hooked your legs over his broad shoulders to have you at a better angle. You were splayed out so beautifully for him, almost tiny beneath the sheer size of his body looming over yours. He reached down to rub the tip of his cock through your slick folds, gathering your wetness to make things easier for you, the bulbous head nudging insistently at your entrance.
"Fuck," he muttered under his breath when he looked down - the way his tip barely parted your puffy folds. His eyes flicked between your face and where you two were connected. "Look at you... trying so hard to take me," he hummed softly as his gaze remained glued to your cunt, which almost made him feel guilty but he couldn't tear his gaze away even if he tried.
You whimpered at the stretch when he pressed forward, only the tip sliding inside and your walls fluttered around it already. Gris had a hard time holding back a groan, dropping his face in the crook of your neck and folding you in half beneath him. His entire body shook with restraint, forcing himself not to thrust into you.
"Breathe, sweetheart. I've got you." He whispered softly and you could hear how much he's holding himself back.
He kissed your temple and whispered sweet praise into your ear while he pushed in, inch by agonizing inch. The stinging sensation of getting stretched this much made your eyes flutter shut, but you held on while your nails digged deeper into his back without a single care about the marks you'd leave. Gris couldn't stop glancing down as he kept pulling out to push into you deeper than before, working you open with small and gentle thrusts. The way your cunt struggled to take him was mesmerizing, swallowing him so slowly it almost hurt.
"Taking me so well, my love. I could lose myself in you like that." He let out a breathless chuckle as his lips kissed along your jawline.
When he eventually bottomed out, the fullness was overwhelming - stretching you open and stuffing you so full. You whimpered as you tried to adjust to the sheer size of his cock inside of you, every breath shakier than the last. Gris kissed you almost desperately, trying to get your mind off of the overwhelming sensation while it was the only thing that kept him from falling apart.
"You tell me when I can move, yeah?" He whispered against your lips and his chest heaved with each breath he took.
You nodded almost frantically as you crossed your ankles behind his head, urging him on and keeping him close. When he pulled out for the first time, you gasped at the loss while your walls desperately tried to cling to him, and when he thrusted back into you, it knocked the air from your lungs despite the slow pace. Your soft cry mingled with his groan and the both of you got utterly lost in the sensation.
The rhythm he kept was slow and steady, working you through the discomfort of the stretch. Every drag of his cock against your walls had you gasping and clinging onto his biceps as if to ground yourself. Gris kept kissing along your jawline and neck, shivering every time your walls fluttered around him and in that moment, his self control was nothing but a fragile string, ready to snap at any second.
And it broke the moment your orgasm washed over him.
Your orgasm hit hard, your entire body locking around him, and your pussy squeezed him like a vice, which dragged a choked sound from his throat. His hips stuttered before fucking into you harder this time, unable to stop himself from pounding into you. The careful pace slowly turned into something needy as he chased his own orgasm with sharp thrusts. The entire bed shook beneath the weight of him rocking into you and your whiny moans got swallowed by his kiss while his cock drove deeper into you with each thrust until he dipped his head into your neck, a strangled moan escaping his lips as he came.
The heat of it flooded you and he kept rolling his hips into you much slower again, not wanting the moment to end yet, not ready to leave the tight heat of your cunt just yet. Only when your legs stopped shaking, he stopped moving, his cock buried inside of you to the hilt while his heavy balls rested against your ass.
For a moment neither of you wanted to move, you simply laid beneath him, still trembling and dazed while his large frame shuddered every time your walls gripped him ever so gently. Eventually, he eased out slowly and hissed softly at the sensitivity before laying down beside you and gathering your form up in his arms.
Gris pulled you against his chest and held you close as if he was trying to shield you from the air itself. His heart hammered wildly in your ear and his touch was a stark contrast as his hand gently combed through your hair.
"You okay?" He asked quietly, his voice still rough but there was a small smile on his face.
You were still trembling from the aftershocks so you nodded faintly, too exhausted to answer him with words. He chuckled softly and continued to play with your hair, making sure that you can recover slowly.
"I've got you," he hummed more to himself than to you. Gently, he moved the blanket to cover your bare body, tucking you even closer to his body to keep you warm and comfortable. "Need anything? Water? A snack?"
His sweet aftercare made your chest ache as the pleasure he provided still thrummed through every fiber of your body. You shook your head against his chest before placing a kiss there, not wanting anything but to be held by him in the moment. Gris smiled softly and pressed a kiss to the crown of your head before his hands moved from your hair to trace over your spine, slowly easing out the tremors from your body until you fell asleep in his arms.