"Breathe with me, Szerelmem." [Smut w| Jorge]
Lips, gentle and welcoming pressed on yours, moving down to your chin, to your jaw, down to your chest.
Your face flushed red, he was counting, counting how many kisses your body was one point to another.
Your body shivered, hands gripping his mass of a body, fingers pressing in his scarred skin. The both of you were half naked, hands all over each other, pillows underneath you, adjusted for your comfort.
"Comfortable?"
Jorge spoke with calmness, love, and consent, a hand gently caressed your cheek. You nodded, your body so unbelievable hot and fuzzy, your stomach bubbling with a need of pleasure.
You were both nervous, for both the right and wrong reasons. You were worried about each other, and he was worried about hurting you, and you, you where worried about the amount of lube he had.
He opened his mouth, but you were too busy shoving your underwear off, so he didn't really need to ask as he slipped his own off.
And he was big, and you were wide eye looking at it. And it only took a moment, a small moment of hesitation, you touched it, and it reacted to your touch, and so did Jorge. His hand gripped the blanket underneath the both of you, and it twitched.
"Do you... want to continue?"
Your eyes shifted towards Jorges eyes, those soft hazel eyes he carried, filled with compassion and a bit of worry. Your hand reached up to his face, feeling his stubble, that somehow never felt rough to you... Your thumb gently stroked his cheek, and he leaned into it, eyes half closed as he moved his hand to yours, taking it gently to kiss the middle of your palm.
The whole bottle of lube was empty, a cool mess on, and in you, and a water based condom on him. Covered in a thick layer lube. You where both ready, nervous but ready. He steadied himself near your hot entrance, the covered tip gently rubbing against it, making you softly gasp.
He looked at you, in your eyes. "Are you sure about this? I don't want to-"
"Jorge, you used a liter of lube... I'll be ok."
You gently answered, your heart pounding at the sweetness. But you saw the look in his eyes, he massive, he's knows that, and he hates the idea of hurting you in anyway.
"If I hear a bit of pain... be it in your voice of face... I won't forgive myself."
You put your hands on his back, gently rubbing his skin, you shifted your body, spreading yourself open, wider.
"I know..."
He was so ungodly gentle, slowly pressing himself inside of you, he was hard to fit, your eye brow slightly twitching, and he stopped moving. Hardly a 3rd of the way there, he attempted to move, seeing your eye brow twitch, he seemed concerned that he should get out, but him moving out, made your softly moan. He twitched again, he knew it was difficult for you, hell, difficult for him as well. Maybe he could inch his way inside?
So that is what he did, two steps forward one step back. Until he was but a little over half way in, your body shook, another moan fell from your mouth, your heart and breath completely put of wack.
"Breathe with me, Szerelmem..."
"Jorge- please- that spot is perfect-"
He finally noticed the clenching sensation, the heat, the pleasure of your gooy walls feeling like he was being locked in place. And it made him blush harshly. He leaned over into your ear, his head pressed into the pillow your head was resting on.
He could hear your heavy breathing, he could feel your heart beat, you naturally wrapped your legs around him, a hand on his neck and one on his shoulder blade. And you leaned to his ear.
"Jorge... I need you..."
And he softly grunted, words he was always happy to hear, on the field, the task of opening a stubborn jar... and now, in bed...
His mind went numb, he gently begun moving, your body twitching, your mouth letting loose a soft moan or grunt of delight once he got that spot just right, but he was slow, but it felt so good. So intimate. But at this rate, it was slow, but you were getting that knot in your stomach, a harshly slow build up.
He could hear it, the wetness of him moving inside you, in and out, his breathing got slightly heavier, yet his pace remained the same. The feeling to him, it felt like heaven, and you, were slowly forming into a mess. Your breathing was so much more heavy, your head shoved in his shoulder, gripping on for dear life. You where getting so much closer, your mind ran blank, your mouth agape, dirty moans of louder variation could only form.
"Jorge-"
You voiced, the knot in your body becoming overwhelmingly ready, you were clenching harshly, eyes watery, legs shaking, and a thin layer of sweat covering the both of you. He moved his head to press a kiss on your neck, he had a odd sensation in his stomach, he thought he was sick, but it felt good, he listened to you, to your moans, the heat and wetness...
Then it happened, the crash of the tightness, and beautiful moans like no other. Your bodys shook, heartbeats slowed down, but where still harsh, and he didn't want to pull our, holding you close, his breath still a bit wonky from the new pleasure he felt...
Could this last forever?
