Snug

She has a small cunt. A neat cunt. I touch her there – that whole part of her fits under my palm, the mound of her groin small and hot. The skin feels soft, like an earlobe. A finger pressed between her lips finds the opening of her body. The tip of my little finger fits neatly into her. It doesn’t feel as though anything larger would.

She is small. Petite, she said on her Tinder profile. Even so…

“I don’t know if I’ll fit,” I say.

She laughs. “Are you bragging?”

“No.” I close my hand against her cunt a little. She’s wet. Warm, dewy wetness. “You’re tiny.”

She shrugs. Doesn’t look away from me. Doesn’t blink. “It’ll stretch,” she says, almost laughing. “Trust me.”

It does stretch. Quite easily, in fact. She’s tight, but she reaches down to guide me in, holds the tip of me against her cunt with one hand and moves her hips and a second later I’m inside her. Deep inside. She exhales, perfectly controlled.

We fuck. She’s quiet and clutches me tightly, her breathing loud. She spreads her legs. Reaches down to put her hands on her thighs, like she’s holding herself open for me. She keeps eye contact, barely blinking.

Her cunt feels almost painfully tight, wrapped around me like a fist. I’m above her on the bed, hands planted. I hold her gaze, for the most part, but as I get close I look down. Where our bodies meet everything is dark and shadowy. I see the broad shaft of my dick. It plunges into her like a sword. It looks that brutal, like there cannot possibly be space for it inside her. Like it must be breaking her. Absurdly big, unnecessarily big for her tiny, tender cunt.

That image pushes me over the edge. It makes me come. And as I come I push all the way in. To the base of my dick. To the hilt. She takes all of me. Wraps her arms around me and holds me tight. Squeezes, with her arms and with her cunt, almost to the point of pain.

I finish. Pull out. We lie together, panting. When she does speak again, minutes later, she sounds amused. “I told you, didn’t I? I told you it’d fit.”