Bella looked at him with concern. "Are you in pain too?"
He only hummed in response. Slowly, she reached for his boxers and pushed them down. Her eyes widened at the sight before her, her breath catching.
"So big," she whispered.
A faint smirk played on his lips. "Won't you kiss it, just like I did?"
Bella lowered her head, pressing a gentle kiss to his length before wrapping her fingers around it. She began to stroke him slowly, her tongue tracing over his skin in teasing licks. A low groan escaped him when her hand moved faster, and at the sound, she took him into her mouth fully.
Before she could go further, Lucas suddenly pulled her up, pushing her back against the bed and pinning her beneath him.
"Now," he murmured, his voice low and intent, "let me make you feel the real pleasure."
"Please be gentle," she whispered.
He guided himself to her, sliding his length along her clit. Her breath hitched, nervous anticipation coursing through her. Then, without warning, he pushed inside her in one slow, deep stroke.
Tears welled in her eyes, spilling silently down her cheeks. She sobbed quietly, and a thought flashed through his mind. Is she… a virgin? Regret hit him instantly. He started to pull back, intending to stop, but she gripped his arms and met his gaze.
"Please don't stop now."
"Why didn't you tell me earlier that it's your first time?" he asked, searching her face.
"Now it's of no use," she replied softly. "Don't let me regret giving my first time to you."
Something in her eyes made his chest tighten. He pulled out and thrust into her again, harder this time. She let out a low groan, her body tightening around him.
"You're so tight, Bella," he murmured.
He began to move in a steady rhythm, her soft gasps growing louder as she clutched at his shoulders, her nails digging into his back. Their breathing became ragged, movements desperate, until they both tumbled over the edge together.
He collapsed beside her, both of them drenched in sweat and trying to catch their breath. Lucas was the first to speak. "How is it? Do you feel better now?"
She gave a small nod. "I want to take a cold shower. The pain's still there, but it's not as bad."
When she tried to stand, she winced and stumbled. Her limp made him smile faintly despite the concern in his eyes.
"Thank you," she said softly, after he helped her get up from the bed.
"No problem," he replied. "Can you stand properly? Do you want me to help you?"
She hesitated, about to refuse, but then nodded. Leaning on him, they walked to the bathroom. He turned on the water, letting it cascade over them as she stood with his support.
"Is the pain unbearable?" he asked quietly. "I'm sorry. I started without asking you first."
"Yes, it's painful," she admitted. "But I think the drug is wearing off now. Don't worry, I insisted on this."
"Okay. If you say so. Wait here—I'll get the shower gel."
The moment he released her, her knees buckled, and she collapsed onto the cold tile with a soft groan.
"I'm so sorry. Are you hurt?" he asked urgently.
"The drug… it's kicking again," she whispered.
"What? Can you stand?" He bent toward her, offering his hand.
She looked up at him, her gaze catching on his still semi-erect length. "This is… arousing me. Do you want me to calm it down?"
Before he could reply, she wrapped her hand around him and took him into her mouth. This time, there was no gag—just steady, eager movements as she sucked and stroked him in rhythm.
She's so good at this, he thought, his mind blurring with pleasure. It's making me weak.
Her pace quickened under the guidance of his hand in her hair, and soon his release filled her mouth with heat. She swallowed and rose slowly, her own arousal clear in her eyes.
Guiding him to her from behind, she pressed against him. Understanding her need, he pushed into her slowly, letting her adjust before finding a rhythm. She moaned his name, tightening around him, and the sound only drove him faster.
The water streamed over their tangled bodies, their voices mingling in gasps and groans until they both reached their peak together again.
He leaned his weight against her, pressing a kiss to her back before gently pulling out. Turning her toward him, he kissed her lips softly, then lifted her into his arms and carried her back to the bedroom.
Still kissing her, he sat down on the bed with her straddling his lap. Her hands slid from his face down to his chest, pinching his nipples lightly before trailing lower, over his abs, until they wrapped around him once more. She guided him inside her and began to move slowly.
This was the first time he had let a woman take control, and it stirred something deep inside him. Even though he had just found release moments ago, pleasure surged through him again.
"Oh… Bella… you're making me lose my mind," he groaned.
Her eyes were closed, cheeks flushed, lips parting only to breathe his name. His gaze dropped to her breasts, and an urge overcame him. He cupped them, massaging gently until she moaned, encouraging him to continue.
"Lucas… keep doing it," she breathed.
He smiled faintly and alternated between caressing and leaning forward to take her nipples into his mouth. She gasped, momentarily halting her movements.
Seizing the moment, he rolled them over so he was on top again. Driving into her with renewed urgency, he felt her cling tightly to him.
"Ah… Lucas… faster," she pleaded.
"As you wish, baby."
Her body trembled with release, and moments later, he followed, burying himself deep one final time before collapsing beside her.
She rested her head on his chest, his arms wrapping securely around her. Warmth enveloped them, and soon, their breathing slowed into the quiet rhythm of sleep.