23. Polina

POLINA

C alvin lowers himself on his forearms to hover over me, and I feel his cock press against my entrance. I'm still slick with honey. When he slides himself inside me, I don't feel the natural resistance I assumed would follow. Instead, he moves inside of me like he was always meant to be there. Effortless, without any of the pain I was always warned to expect.

He brushes his fingers along my cheek. "Are you okay? I'm not hurting you, am I?"

I shake my head. "N-No, actually. It feels…" Honestly, all I can feel right now is the fullness of having a fully erect human male inside of me. "Fine."

He chuckles and presses his lips to my forehead, and I notice his arms are trembling. From having to hold himself up, I wonder? Or for some other reason? "There you go using that word again," he teases. Sweat slides down his forehead, making his skin glisten. "Let's try to do better than fine, yeah?"

When he smiles, the crinkles at the corners of his eyes become much more noticeable. They're adorable. Just like the rest of him.

Calvin rocks back and forth against me, and I suck in a deep breath as pleasure lances through my core. This isn't painful like I was taught to expect. As a child, I was fed the royal jelly against my will—afterward, I was taken away by Aunt Elza and given instructions on what it meant to be the queen bee fae of the Sugardove Hive. We went through the full litany of responsibilities I would have to shoulder, including copulating with a male bee. It wouldn't feel good and it wouldn't be fun, but it was imperative that I do my duty for the sake of the hive's future.

To think that I may have lived the rest of my life without knowing this sort of pleasure … without having a man that I care about so deeply ask me questions about my well-being simply because he cares enough. I was going to allow myself to live the rest of my life in ignorance.

"Oh, gods," I whimper. Without thinking, I drag my fingers across his shoulders, up and down, as he moves steadily within me. He lets out a groan as he chases his own pleasure, but I can tell he's holding himself back for my sake. He won't let himself get too carried away before I've enjoyed myself, I realize.

The tight coil that signaled the start of my orgasm starts to build within me once again. Our bodies move in perfect concert, but then he quickens his pace. Wet slaps fill the night air, and my breasts jiggle freely. Calvin lifts a hand to cup one of my breasts, holding it firmly in place, and lets out another deep moan.

It's music to my ears.

"Oh, Calvin," I gasp. "I need more."

"I've got you, Sunshine," he grinds out through clenched teeth. "I've got you."

Calvin kisses me all along my face and neck as his breathing grows more ragged, more impatient. With each thrust of his hips, he drives deeper inside of me. How deep can he possibly go, I wonder? Then, without any warning, my orgasm rips through my body. I let out a cry in a voice I don't recognize, and suddenly I'm far, far, away, looking down at our bodies moving together. His hips slam against me a final time as he comes hard and fast inside of me, and I'm thrown back into the present moment.

His arms finally give out, and he topples over. But instead of landing on top of me, like I expect him to, he rolls onto his side at the last moment.

Calvin lets out a final grunt before all the tension in his body slackens. "I didn't … didn't want to crush you," he says. "I promise I'm not trying to get away from you." He runs his fingers through his sweaty locks of hair, and I smile as I roll onto my side to face him.

"That is appreciated, yes. Calvin, that was … sublime. The single most wonderful experience of my life, in fact. Thank you for this gift."

"Oh, good," he murmurs. His chest rises and falls rapidly. Still trying to catch his breath, it seems. "I was worried you were going to tell me it was just ‘fine' again."

I laugh. "Oh, by the sun! No!" I snuggle up close to him and kiss a spot on his chest. "That wasn't fine. That was my new favorite thing in the world. Again, thank you."

He opens his mouth, like he's about to argue against what I just said, but then has the good sense to reconsider. "You don't have to thank me, Po. That was incredible for me, too."

"Then it's decided," I say.

Calvin furrows his brows. "What is?"

I trail my fingers along his side and delight in his squirming. "We will do this again. Many, many more times."