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You're sitting in a crowded room, with unfamiliar music blasting through speakers that surrounded the large house the party you're at is situated in. As usual, your friends have left you to go drink until their stomachs cannot handle the taste of alcohol anymore; as they do every night. Sipping on your beer, you cross your legs and lean onto your right hand to support your head. Parties are truly boring. Especially when the people you come to have fun with are drunkards that always abandon you. You wonder why you bother anymore. They do this every fucking time, and each time they promise you they won't. You could easily go to the kitchen and drink until you throw up with them, but it's not worth your time. You'll just pathetically drink away your loneliness on this couch, and wonder how many people have fucked on it. An intrusive thought that you really didn't want to be thinking about.
Fuck. You sigh and look for the nearest and fullest bottle of alcohol. On a marble counter near the exit of the living room you're in, you spot an almost full bottle of strawberry-flavored vodka. Perfect. Sneakily, you walk away from the couch and grab the bottle, and then run out of the room. Your brain is scattered as you're opening doors, looking for one that is empty. You keep opening doors occupied by people either having sex or about to have sex. What the fuck is everyone so horny for? There isn't a single party you've been to where at least half of the people at it aren't having sex. You're still a virgin, so you really don't understand what the hype is all about. Finally, after a couple of flashes of dicks and pussies, you find an empty door leading to an average-sized room. It's a dull room. There's not much to look at. Navy blue sheets and pillowcases. Beige walls and carpeted floor. A painting hanging above the bed. The only thing exciting about this room is the AC blasting, giving you sweet release from the sweat of the mass of bodies you had bumped into on the way here.
Slipping out of your heels, you jump onto the bed and start sipping on the alcohol. The strawberry flavor soothed the burn of the liquid making its way down your throat. You're making it your goal to get as drunk as possible. You don't even care if you end up staying here tonight, which you most likely will because your 'friends' will most definitely forget that they brought you along. It's quite ironic, as they are the ones who always force you to come with them. It's not like you're the designated driver, so you truly don't get their intentions. You drink away their images out of your head. Your hair starts to stick to your back, and you're sweating despite being cooled up by the AC. You're definitely feeling the alcohol now, but not enough. As you're about to take a swig, the door opens and a more than delightful man walks into the room.
He stands tall, you're thinking around six foot two, with his long, brown hair tied back into a bun. His tan, caramel-colored skin contrasts against his mesmerizing emerald eyes. He's wearing a black muscle tank with skulls on it, along with black ripped jeans. One arm is covered entirely with a tattoo sleeve, creeping up all the way to his neck. He's accessorized himself with a key-pendant necklace, spike bracelet, and many earrings you can't see that well. Did God send this man down to you to free you of your loneliness? You can almost see his pecs entirely considering how skimpy the tank is. "Hey, do you mind if I chill here? It's too noisy out there and the other rooms are filled with people fucking," His voice goes straight to your core, especially the way he curses. Fuck, he's the hottest guy you've ever seen. You want nothing more than to be ravaged by him at this very moment. You think drinking makes you think with your pussy, but in reality, you sobered up the second he walked in.
You snicker and nod. "Same thing happened with me. You're more than welcome to stay here with me," You say, not meaning to sound as flirty as you just did. Your response makes him widen his eyes a bit, but he quickly smirks and you catch a mischievous glint in his eyes. Is he... interested? He closes the door, locking it behind him, and checks you out so slowly it's almost painful. His eyes make their way from your bare calves, to your thick thighs barely covered by your skimpy dress. They wander up and down, lingering on your breasts and the sinching of your waist. His eyes dart around your face for a bit before finally making the long-waited eye contact. You could almost feel yourself getting fucked by him only with his eyes. You wonder how rough his hands are.
"You come here with anyone?" He asks, coming around the bed to sit beside you. He kicks off his shoes and lays on the bed, back against the headboard, feet up and arms behind his head. You look into his smug eyes and you know he knows exactly what he's doing, and you still outwardly display the reaction he wants from you. You gulp, and take a long sip of the bottle. He watches you very intently. You wipe your mouth with a shaking hand.
"Yeah, um, a couple of friends. They ditched me..." He releases one arm from behind his head and grabs the bottle from you, so clearly intentionally grazing his fingers against yours.
"Fuck them, you'll have more fun with me. I'm Eren, by the way," He devilishly grins at you, and you laugh shakily, desperately trying to show no reaction. You can't give in that easily. But you wonder, in what way would you be having fun with him? He licks his lips and then drinks out of the bottle that was just in your hand moments ago. He keeps direct eye contact with you, as he gulps down the contents of the bottle, almost emptying it.
"I'm, um, (Y/N)," You stutter out, and curse yourself internally. He probably thinks you're a wimp.
"(Y/N)... pretty name. Come here, (Y/N), I wanna try something fun."
Your insides melt and your pussy throbs as you hear him say your name. You hesitantly shuffle towards him, now on your knees and with your hands in front of you, spread out against the navy blue sheets. You unintentionally put your arms in the position which squeezed your breasts together, showing more cleavage than the dress already did normally. This makes him take a hard look at your chest. He sits up now, towering over you even as you're both sitting on the same level. You have to strain your neck a little to look up at him now.
"Open your mouth," He demands, his voice full of an unknown emotion and you open your mouth almost immediately. Fuck, you were that desperate, but you couldn't be bothered to care at this point. He takes a sip of the bottle but doesn't drink it. It stays in his mouth, and he moves closer towards you. He directs himself so that his head is hovering right above yours, your neck almost hurting from how much you were now straining it to look up at him. His face was right above yours. He then opens his mouth, allowing the alcohol to slip from his mouth and down and into your open mouth. You're a little surprised, but fuck, you don't mind this at all. He doesn't open his mouth too much, so the liquid falls almost slowly into your mouth. It was filling up your mouth because you weren't swallowing it, and it starts to drip down your face, to your neck, and into your cleavage. Once the liquid stops pouring from his mouth, he grabs your chin and makes your face move even closer to his than it already is.
"Swallow."
And you swallow every last bit that was in your mouth. He hums, only half satisfied. He looks down at the liquid stuck in between your breasts and grins. "Ah, so you didn't drink it all. There's still some here," As he says 'here', he dips his finger into the pool of alcohol in your cleavage, and then brings it up to your mouth. He places his wet finger between your lips. "Suck on it. Make sure you clean it up good."
You gladly open your mouth and take his finger into it, making sure to suck it dry. You let your tongue wrap around his finger one more time before opening your mouth to show him that you're done. He takes his finger out, a string of saliva following suit. He then puts the finger you just sucked on into his own mouth, tasting it. He nods in approval, giving you a smile that made you want to rip his clothes off.
"Good girl, you sucked it clean," He praises as he pets your head. Your breathing gets heavier and he notices the effect his words have on you. Good girl. No one's ever called you that before. Now that's all you want to be called. He then sighs and looks back down at your cleavage. "But see, this is no good. It'll take too long with our current strategy to clean up your mess, so I have a better idea. Lift your head up for me."
You hesitate a little, making him place a finger beneath your chin to give it a little push. "Come on now," He nudges your chin a little more, and so your head tilts backward so now your eyes are faced with the ceiling. You're sitting there for a couple of seconds, thinking about what his 'idea' is, and as you're about to open your mouth and look back at him, you feel a wetness start licking in between your breasts. You gasp and moan at the same time, hands instinctively going up to his head and grabbing at his hair. Eren's tongue assaults the space in between your breasts, sucking and slurping the alcohol that was pooled there. There's definitely no liquid left there, but he keeps on licking and sucking. Your moans get louder and breathier. He drags his tongue all the way up from your boobs to the crook of your neck and continues his assault there. He sucks on the sweet, sensitive skin that connects your neck and your shoulders, definitely with the intention of leaving a mark. He bites into the skin, and you suck in a hard breath. You feel cold hair hit the skin that he just had his mouth on, and you shiver a little. He's now back up and facing you again, and his devilish grin is still so prominent. Your cheeks are so red, mostly prompted by your arousal.
"Oh, look at me. I got carried away, you just taste so, so good. I couldn't help myself. I just had to take a bite," He says, and your cheeks feel even hotter. They're definitely redder now. "It's a bit too hot in here, don't you think?" He inquires as he slowly takes off his shirt, and you almost feel saliva escape your lips. You were practically drooling at the sight of his naked torso. His body was sculpted by God himself, so defined and chiseled. His abs are so prominent, and his chest glistens slightly, painted with sweat.
"U-uh, um, not really," You don't even know what the fuck you just said or what he said before. You were too captivated by the sight in front of you. He chuckles, shaking his head at you. He moves closer, and his hand makes its way to your thigh. It's rough and calloused. Your breath hitches. His hand gradually creeps up your thigh, getting closer and closer to your soaking core every second. He stops here and there, his finger swirling against your skin, drawing mindless patterns before he eventually sneaks his hand underneath your dress. His hand is so, so close to the mess of you. His hand grabs the top of your thigh, squeezing it. His thumb almost grazes your panties.
"Don't you feel the moisture pooling against your skin underneath the dress?" He asks, squeezing it even tighter with his large, rough hand. He wasn't wrong. You were sweating with the dress on, the heat between you two is overwhelming. "Take off your dress, (Y/N), it's too hot." You would gladly fucking rip this skimpy piece of cloth off of your body. You need to feel him against you.
"Okay, but you take those off, too," You say, pointing towards his jeans. You would feel off if it was only you undressed. He furrows his eyebrows at you and cages you between his arms, his face dangerously close to yours again. He brings up one of his arms and takes your jaw in his hand.
"Only if you ask nicely. Where are your manners?" He's slightly glaring at you right now, and you didn't think he could get hotter than he already is.
"I'm s-sorry, Eren. Could you please take off your pants?" You plead, and the devilish smile returns, and he lets go of your jaw. He gets off of the bed and now stands in front of you with his arms crossed against his chest.
"Mm, good. But first, I want to watch you undress. And do it slowly," His eyes feel heavy on your body. You feel him taking in every inch of you, and his tongue flicks over his lips expectantly. You nod and reach for the hem of your dress again. As he demanded of you, you start lifting your dress. It makes its way past your thighs, now up above your waist, your lower half on display for him. Your black thong glistening from the slick gathered down there. Your eyes are on him the entire time. You watch as he takes in your almost naked body. You lift it past your boobs, struggling a little but this only succeeded in making them bounce once the dress made its way past them. You watch as his fists clench, watching your tits bounce. Confidence surges through your body watching him react to the sight of you. You finally completely take off your dress, now only in your black bra and panties. You give him a moment to take you in. You've never felt so wanted by a man.
"Fuck, I was not expecting all that," He whispers to himself, but you hear him. And he knows you heard him because of the smile that spreads across your pretty lips. He bites his lips, lets out an exasperated breath, and practically rips his jeans off. The smile on your face fades as you take in the whole of him. He's wearing black boxers, and his dick is almost fully hard. Your throat feels dry as you gulp at the sight of him. Fuck, he's really big. The tip of his dick is threatening to peak out of his boxers. You wonder what he tastes like.
He moves closer to you, and his hand reaches for your bra strap, pulling it and then letting it snap against your shoulder. "I want this off," He orders, his hot breath fanning your face. You bite your lip hungrily, drunk on his voice. You nod and go to detach your bra, and this time you don't tease. You're now practically naked, your thong being the only piece of dignity left. A deep sound resonates within Eren as his eyes lock onto your now uncovered chest. He shuts his eyes forcefully, looking strained and bothered.
"You... you're so perfect. Such a pretty girl," He says as he opens up his eyes, unable to take them away from your breasts. He moves closer to you and makes his way onto his knees, his face leveled with your chest just the way he wanted it. He looks up at you, puppy eyes and all. "Can I touch you?" You nod senselessly. In no world would you ever turn him down. "No, I wanna hear you say it."
"Yes, please touch me," You say as fast as you can, practically begging for his touch.
His hands move towards your tits and he softly grabs them, squishing the fat. You lean your head back, a quiet moan escaping your lips. His touch burns so good. He starts soft but gets a little rougher. He pinches your nipples and rubs them repeatedly, stimulating your senses. You squeeze your thighs together, desperately craving to relieve the ache forming down there. He takes in one of your tits in his mouth and continues to squeeze your other nipple with his hand. You feel overwhelmed. You've never been touched like this. The sensation of his hot, wet tongue sucking on one breast and his rough fingers grabbing, palming, and squeezing the other was enough to make you cum. You don't register how loud your moans are; Eren doesn't seem to care. Rather, he's enjoying your noises. He goes harder every time you get louder. But you definitely couldn't let it end like this. He suddenly takes his mouth and hand off you, and gets up. His dick was now leveled with your face again.
"You're too spoiled. I want to feel good too, you know?" He says, seemingly innocent. His hand reaches for yours and brings it towards his boxers. He makes you grab his shaft through the cloth. So thick and girthy. You could feel the veins from beneath the cloth. You've never touched a man like this before. "Can't you see how badly I want to feel good?" He looks down at you with a mischievous look in his eyes, and it takes everything in you to not beg him to fuck you. "You wanna take it off?" He inquires but rather clearly demands you. You nod and hook your fingers on his boxers. You take them off, and now you see the full length of him with no coverage. His dick is so big. Thick, but not too thick. Precum leaks from his tip, and you wonder how it tastes. How he tastes. But you remember that you've never done this before. This is embarrassing, but you have to tell him.
"Um, Eren, I... I've never... done this, any of this, before," You spit out, cringing at your own words. You've gotten this far, so you couldn't not tell him. You can't act like a professional when you're nothing close to one. You watch as his expression changes. It darkens, and his demeanor is so much more domineering than it already was.
"Done what, (Y/N)?" He questions, his voice raspy and breathy, but you both know exactly what you're talking about. You know he knows. He's not stupid. He just wants to hear you say it explicitly. You stay quiet for a bit, mustering the courage to say the dirty things you're about to say.
"I'm... I'm a virgin, Eren. I've never gone further with a guy... I–I don't really know what I'm doing," You finally mumble, trying to look anywhere but his face and dick so close to your own. You have to look when you suddenly notice the tip almost touching your cheek. It's... bigger? You look up at Eren and he looks so affected by what you just said. His hand reaches for your face, and he caresses his thumb across your lips.
“So you're untouched, huh? Fuck. And I'm going to be your first," He states, more so to himself but you nod anyway. His grip on your face tightens. Does your innocence turn him on? Something stirs at the bottom of your stomach, and you feel yourself get wetter. "Then I'll make you feel so good that no other man will ever compare. I'll fuck you so hard so that you'll never forget me."
His voice, his words, they engrave themselves in your brain the moment he says them. You've never wanted someone so badly in your life. Your pussy throbs so hard it's almost painful. You can't even open your mouth to try and say anything back to him. You just stare into his darkened eyes and hope he telepathically gets the memo that you want to be completely ravaged.
"But first, it's my turn to feel good," He says and his hand that isn't grabbing your face moves to grab the base of his cock. "First, wrap one of those pretty hands around the base like I was just doing," He guides you, releasing himself and looking over at you expectantly. You grab his cock as softly as possible, and the soft touch made Eren jerk into your hand. "Now, open your mouth. Tongue out, and make sure you cover your teeth with your lips a little. A little teeth feels good, so don't worry. I'll make sure you're doing it right. I'll guide you."
His words are so dirty and so demanding, they captivate you. Hesitantly, you stick your tongue out and cover your teeth just like he told you, and inhale a deep breath before taking the tip of his cock in your mouth. His hand is gripping the back of your head, and his grip tightens and he sucks in a breath when he feels the wetness of your mouth. He looks down at his dick in your mouth and starts moving your head. You let him guide you up and down the length of his dick, going deeper with every thrust. The taste of his precum fills your mouth, and it makes you feel so hot and bothered knowing that you have the ability to make him feel good. You start going faster, his hand no longer guiding you along him.
"O-oh, fuck. That's good. Keep going, baby," Him calling you baby could quite literally make you release on the spot, but this wasn't the time for it. You want to make him cum, and you'll swallow every last bit of him. You keep going faster and his begins to penetrate your throat. With every bob of your head, his dick is deeper in your mouth until you had almost all of him in your mouth. You could barely breathe, and tears were running down your face. Eren's eyes are on you the entire time, and you keep eye contact. Without warning, he grabs your head and starts thrusting into your mouth. You cry against him, holding his hips so tightly you could feel your nails dig into his skin. His thrusts are deep and quick, and you gag at the harsh bumping of his tip against your uvula.
You're so ready for him to cum, to taste his warmth, but he starts slowing down. "Fuck, I was way too close. Your mouth feels too good, but I don't want to cum like this. I need to be inside you," He practically growls, and slowly takes his cock out of your mouth. You're coughing and your body is begging for air. Eren levels his head with yours and puts your head in his hands. "Are you okay? Was I too rough?" You shake your head and start breathing normally again.
"No, no. You were great, I think it's just because it's my first time," As you say this, Eren sighs and affectionately places his forehead against yours, and he caresses your face with his thumbs.
"Sorry, I was just too excited. You feel too good," He admits, and your heart aches. He was just so rough with you, and now he's being so soft. The perfect man really does exist. You smile at him and confidently place a kiss on the corner of his lips. This unlocks something inside of him. He suddenly gets up, grabs your wrists, and pins them behind your head and against the bed roughly. You're now lying with your back on the bed, with Eren's nude body pressed up against yours. "When you act like that, all cute and innocent, you drive me fucking crazy."
His mouth latches onto your neck, traveling up to your ear and nibbling on it. He starts kissing all the way up your face, with the hand that's not holding up your wrists trailing along the sides of your body, moving dangerously close to your pussy. He stops and places his face right above yours. His eyes move from yours, down to your lips.
"Would...would I be your first kiss, as well?" The question seemed innocent and sweet, but there was a darkness in his eyes. You softly shake your head, and it seems like your answer disappointed him a little. "Hm, then I won't hold back."
His lips roughly clash against yours, and he immediately takes your tongue with us. The kiss is sloppy, fast, and desperate. Your body feels like it's on fire. You feel like this is all you've ever needed or wanted. You kiss back as hard as you can, moaning into his mouth. This makes his dick twitch, and you can feel it because it's right on top of you, laying on your stomach. His hand that roamed your body makes its way towards your throat and squeezes it gently. You desperately grind against him, also trying to release your hands from his iron-tight grip so you could feel his body.
He breaks the kiss, but his mouth is still practically on yours. "So needy, aren't you?" He mumbles against your lips, giving you one last peck before slowly backing up and placing his head in between your thighs. His hands leave your wrists, and your arms automatically go to reach out for his hair. You keep your hands tangled in his locks, his hair now untied and framing his angular face. He lets out a little chuckle, his breath reaching your core and you arch your back, giving yourself to him. Eren's fingers dance from the middle of your thighs, making their way up to where just one move and his fingers would be touching your wetness. At last, a finger drags its way from the entrance of your vagina to your clit, all while clothed, and you almost break your neck from how hard you whipped it against the bed. The sound you released almost sounded like a scream. Just one touch drove you crazy.
"Shit, you're so wet for me," He breathes against your core, and begins to slides your soaking thong down your legs. Once he throws them behind him, he gets back into his position and places his legs on top of his shoulders. "Don't be afraid to squeeze your legs. You won't hurt me, I promise… Your pussy is so pretty, baby," His words soothe you, as you were just wondering how you would be able to stop your legs from thrashing around and suffocating him. Eren calling your fucking vagina pretty makes you feel something you've never felt before. One of his hands stays grabbing your thigh, squeezing it. The other begins to touch you. His fingers slide up and down your entrance, and he uses his thumb to circle your clit. You completely stopped caring about whether you were too loud. You let out loud, aroused moans as his fingers rub against you. You could feel yourself about to cum.
"No, no. You're not allowed to cum yet. I need to loosen you up so you're ready for me, okay?" You nod, and you choke out an 'okay' that's muffled by your sobs. You're feeling so good that you're practically sobbing. Slowly, he enters a finger inside of you. Your legs spasm and wrap around his head, unexpectedly pulling him closer to you than he already was. This makes Eren laugh, and you bring up one of your hands to cover your eyes. You're so fucking embarrassed, but you're more aroused than embarrassed. His finger starts pumping into you, and desperately try and stop yourself from cumming on his fucking finger. As he adds in another finger, you feel heat rush to your head and you can barely breathe. At any moment, you were about to explode. He keeps pumping, slowly but he makes sure the entirety of the length of his fingers is inside of you. He adds one more finger, which almost drove you over the edge. A few more pumps and he takes his fingers out.
"Okay, I'll give you what you want now. You deserve it; you've been a real good girl," He gets up from on top of you and places himself in between your legs. He's standing at the edge of the bed, holding your legs and slowly spreading them apart. Fuck, holy shit, finally. You feel like you're going to throw up. If his fingers felt that good, how good could the real deal feel? You'd soon find out. "It's gonna hurt, okay? I'll start slow."
"Also, I'm not wearing a condom. I'll pull out in time; I always do," He says, and you don't even care. Eren doing you raw sounds even better. You're on birth control, anyways. It helps with your hormonal imbalances. "Is that okay?"
"Yeah... I'm on birth control... You can cum inside me, if you want," You say quietly, and his grip on your thighs tighten so much. That's definitely going to bruise, but you don't care. Even better, it would just remind you of him.
"Fuck, (Y/N). You can't tempt me like this," He says, his voice strained and his grip on your thighs not loosening one bit. "It's too risky..."
"It'll be okay. I want you to, Eren. I'll take a morning-after pill. Didn't you say you'd fuck me so hard that I'd never forget?" Eren freezes for a moment, before harshly grabbing your throat and pulling your lips onto his. His lips are hot, wet, and rough. He roughly throws you back onto the bed and shakes his head.
"You're fucking crazy. You make me crazy," He groans, his hands grabbing your thighs again. He spreads your legs even wider and situates himself between them again. The tip of his dick teases your entrance, and you let out a loud moan, gripping the sheets. You suddenly feel sorry for whoever's going to eventually clean this room. He slaps his tip against your folds, teasing you a little more before entering you with no warning.
"Eren!" You moan and yell at the same time, and your hands are gripping onto the sheets so tightly. He starts to slowly thrust into you, making sure you take in all of him each time he does. He wants you to feel every inch of him. He moans with every thrust, driving you crazy. You're so overstimulated. His dick is completely filling you up, pushing you over the edge. He starts going faster, and the room is filled with noises of you crying and moaning, and his skin slapping against yours. His hands move so that they're gripping your waist, and this gives him better access inside of you. He starts picking up the pace, ramming into your throbbing pussy. You can stop screaming his name, nearly sobbing from how good you're feeling. His thrusts are so deep, and his dick is almost bumping against your cervix.
"Shit, shit, shit. You feel so fucking good," Eren moans, clutching onto your waist as he keeps fucking the shit out of you. He watches as his dick pulls in and out of you, entranced by the sight of him ravaging you. Corrupting you. You would never be the same after this. You'd forever be his. You ball your hand into a fist and bite into it, needing support to keep you from breaking apart. Eren suddenly flips you over onto your stomach, slapping your ass and bringing it towards him, entering you without warning again. You scream into the sheets. He's so much deeper in this position. You could feel everything. Every vein, every bump. All of him inside of you needily fucking into you. He's gripping onto your ass, squeezing it so tight that it hurts, but it hurts so good. He slaps your ass again, and your push back into him in retaliation. He grabs you by your hair and pulls you up against him. You gasp and feel his sweaty torso against your back. His hands move from your hair to your throat, effectively choking you. You choke out a sob, and he bites into your neck so roughly, you're sure it started bleeding, but you'd be stupid to care right now. He throws you back onto the bed, stopping for a moment, before slamming back into you. You're sobbing at this point, snot running down your mouth and tears streaming down your face.
"E-Eren, I-I'm– Fuck! I'm so close," You barely manage to get out, and he flips you over so you're back in the position you were at the start. Your legs were above his shoulders, and he held onto them as he rammed into you, going as fast and hard as he could.
"Me too, baby. Me too," He moans, closing his eyes in absolute pleasure. Seeing him in such a state made you feel even better. You were much closer to cumming than you were a couple of seconds ago. He then opens his eyes and keeps them on yours. "Keep your eyes on me. I want you to look at me when you cum," You say absolutely nothing to his bold statement, instead of replying with choked-out moans that sounded so lewd while you were crying. Eren's hands make their way back to your waist, and he doesn't stop pounding into you.
Your moans get louder, sloppier, and messier. "Eren, fuck, I–"
You let out the longest moan you've ever made in your life. You've never had an orgasm before. You felt like you were flying. Eren follows right after, not breaking eye contact with you as his cum fills you up. Your insides feel so warm, and even though Eren's released himself inside of you, he keeps fucking you until he's fully satisfied. More and more keeps coming out of him, and you were overstimulated to the maximum. Your vision's hazy, and tears fill your eyes. Your crying was minimized a bit, but you couldn't stop. You've never felt so good in your life. Eren eventually stops, taking himself out of you, and basically falls on top of you. You feel so empty now, and it's making you a little sad. Having him inside of you just felt so right. He's breathing so hard, his lips right up against your ear. You shakily bring an arm to his hair and softly pet it. He lets out a deep sigh and nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck.
He was definitely, most certainly right. You would never, ever forget this.