Butterfly by Nelle L’Amour
CHAPTER 44
Sofi
It’s so, so big! So beautiful! For a brief moment, I flash back to that pedicure I gave him months ago and remember thinking that his massive feet were a clue to his size. But it’s bigger than I ever imagined. Way bigger! At least ten thick inches of taut, swarthy manhood. My awe is cut short by a disquieting thought. Dear Lord! How will he fit inside me?
“Butterfly, it’s going to be okay,” he whispers against me, picking up on my trepidation. “Way more than okay. Give me your hand.”
In a state of semi-shock, I do as I’m asked and watch as he coats my right palm and digits with his deft tongue. Not missing an inch.
“Now, wrap your hand around the base of my cock.”
“Okay,” I stammer. My fingers barely manage to curl around his rigid length. I’m shocked not only by its girth, but also by how velvety hot it is.
“Now rub it up and down. Coat it with your hand. All of it. From the base to the crown.”
Again, I silently do as I’m asked, the heat of it singeing my palm as he hisses. I can feel it pulsing. The more I hold it, the more sublime it becomes. The more sublime he becomes. My fear gives way to insatiable desire. A fire ignites inside me.
He smiles. “It’s time to spread your wings, Butterfly.”
On my next rapid heartbeat, he flings my legs over his broad shoulders and then plants his hands on either side of my head, stretching out so he’s hovering over me. His eye shines in mine. His breath heats my cheeks. My heart hammers in my chest. Out of the blue, unable to stop myself, I blurt it out.
“Roman, I’m a virgin!” I said it!
A sweet smile lifts his lips. He tenderly traces my jaw. “I know, Sofi. You’re so beautiful. So pure. So special. And you belong only to me.”
He knows. At his loving words, a single tear rolls down my cheek. He brushes it with the tip of his index finger and writes on my chest. One letter at a time.
M-I-N-E.
Then kisses the tear away.
“I want you to relax, my beautiful butterfly. To trust me. It may hurt a bit at first, but you’ll get used to me. If it ever gets to be too much, I want you to tell me. Use a safe word. Can you come up with one?”
“Luna,” I murmur, hoping I won’t have to say it.
Another smile. “Now, baby, I want you to put the crown where you want it.”
I know where I want it. Right where he wants it.
With unbridled determination, I put the wide tip of his cock to my entrance and then he meets my hand and guides it inside. Slowly, reverently, one thick inch at a time.
Clutching his shoulders, I can’t help but cry as he splits me apart. Scalding tears sear my cheeks. I bite down on my bottom lip to quell a sob.
“Relax for me, baby,” he repeats. “I’m going to make it beautiful for you.”
I bite down on my lip harder, digging my fingernails into his skin. I’m sure I’ve drawn blood.
“Take all of me,” he coaxes. “You can do it.”
He pushes in deeper, still slow and steady. “Jesus, Butterfly, you feel so fucking good. So tight. So wet.”
All I need are his words of adoration to let my muscles relax and stretch to accommodate him. Yes, it still hurts, but not as much. I’m growing used to his size. He takes me to the hilt and then he slides slowly back down. He gets into a pattern of slow, deliberate strokes, and as he showers me with kisses along with words of encouragement and love, the pain grows delicious. And I can’t get enough of him. His allness. So this is what it’s like to make love. With a man who adores you. The man you love.
“More,” I moan. “Please. Harder. Faster.”
On cue, he picks up his pace, moving one hand back between my thighs, working my clit again. Arching my back, I begin to whimper, my fingers now tugging his mass of thick, silky hair. My eyes squeezed shut, I hear him panting, our bodies so entwined. In sync. Our ragged breaths mingling.
Something’s happening inside me. It’s like I’m caught in a whirling dervish of butterflies. Lifting me higher and higher. Spiraling out of control. I’m having an out-of-body experience.
“Oh, Roman . . . ” I cry out, unable to complete my sentence.
“Stay with me, baby. Open your eyes and watch me come with you.”
I do as he asks, and an unbearable lightness of being seizes me. I leave this planet as euphoric waves of ecstasy soar through my core. The expression on his face is one of impassioned determination. With one last forceful thrust, my beautiful Blue Morpho lets go, and I feel his hot release pour inside me. We fly together to heavens unknown. In a vortex of love. Returning to earth, I sob out his name and he collapses on top of me.
Breathless, he whispers against my breasts.
“Yes, my butterfly.”
I wrap my arms around his sweat-slicked body and hold him tightly as his sobs join mine. The cathartic sobs, filled with joy and relief.
As if the two of us have been lost and found.