Instead of protesting or looking away in fear, Violetta holds my gaze. Whatever she sees makes her nervous, but from the set of her chin and the fire in her eyes, she’s not mentally shutting down.
But I am.
All of my frustration and anger take me prisoner, shackling me in chainlinks constructed and forged with lust and desire. They weigh on me and I’m nearly helpless to stop the urges of my body and mind. With one hand I grab her hip, digging my fingers into her skin to hold her in place, and with the other I line up my cock, dragging the head through the slick warmth of her cunt.
She moans at that, but the sound quickly morphs into a cry when I drive into her body. The tightness of her is so fucking good I nearly come. Not giving her time to adjust to my size, I withdraw and then thrust in again, the resistance a lot less this time. I groan low in my throat, unable to form words.
She is perfection.
I lift up and glance down between our bodies to see my cock inside her, fully sheathed, fully immersed in her heat. And when I pull out halfway, I can make out the blood of her innocence on my cock, the purity of her staining my skin. The sacredness of this isn’t lost on me, but my needs propel me to take action, to find relief.
For us both.
Violetta winces when I begin to move, but I don’t stop this time and with each gyration of my hips, her cunt takes my cock a little easier. Then I’m pushing into her, deeper and harder, only for her to get wetter and for her pussy to grip my cock tighter. The first time she raises her hips to meet my thrust I know she’s with me.
Her moans follow after and I reward Violetta by slamming into her, stroking that sensitive part of her that’ll bring about her orgasm. I grind into her body at a manic pace, fucking her until I can barely breathe and my muscles strain as my strength begins to wane.
“You better come,” I say in her ear, “because I’m not going to stop fucking you until you do.”
She grabs my biceps and digs her nails into my skin, not to inflict pain but to ground herself in me. I welcome that connection, encourage it by trailing my lips and tongue down her neck and then biting her shoulder.
Violetta arches her back and presses herself closer to me. “Harder.”
The single word sets me off and I drive into her body like I’ll die if I stop. Sweat dots the expanse of my back and my chest from exertion, but when the walls of her cunt flutter and her orgasm crashes into her, I’m renewed with a burst of energy.
“I’m going to come in this tight pussy of yours. I fucked it so now it’s mine.” I grab her throat and squeeze it just enough to cut off her cries of ecstasy and she shoots her gaze to me, her body still convulsing from bliss streaking through her. “Tell me, whose pussy is this?”
I let up the pressure on her neck and she whispers, “Yours, Tristano. Only yours.”
Either her orgasm intensifies or she comes again, but I barely notice the difference because my cock swells and then I’m coming so hard that it feels like the wind has been knocked out of me. Violetta keens softly and tears stream down both sides of her face, yet she continues to meet my punishing thrusts, lifting her hips to take me deeper.
Eventually my pace slows, even though I don’t want to stop. The sex is incomparable, unique in that I did everything I wanted without her objecting to it. I didn’t have to wait for her cunt accommodate my size because I wanted it as tight as possible. I drew blood, not only because of her virginity, but also from where I bit her. And I fucked her long and hard, using her body until I was spent.
I let the beast out of its cage and not only did Violetta welcome it, she tamed it.
It takes the last of my strength to keep from crushing her, so I remain propped up on my forearms and let my head fall forward to rest on the soft curve of her breast. The pleasure I derive from hearing her heart beat in my ear, having her skin underneath my fingertips, and feeling her breaths flow over me is like nothing I’ve ever experienced.
It would seem as though we’re both having a “first” tonight.
Violetta
Tristano rests on top of me with his cock inside me and his arms around me.
I’ve never been happier.
I lie on the table and stare up at the fairy lights above, watching them in a contented daze. The glow they provide gives the place an atmosphere of serenity and the breeze drifting over us only adds to it. But a moment ago this place was filled with raw sexual energy.
My mind wants to process every kiss and every touch, not to mention the fulfillment I reached by bonding Tristano in a way that I never have with anyone else. And not just because we had sex.
It was something more, something that transcended carnal fucking and morphed into a beautiful thing. I know my thoughts are ridiculous and fantastical, yet I can’t help but think his soul touched mine. It happened briefly when Tristano stared down at me and started to come. Although I was already swept away in ecstasy, I saw something flicker in his gaze, a recognition that was profoundly deep and stirred my consciousness like nothing and no one ever has.
“Ribelle…”
“Hmm?”
Tristano lifts his head from my chest to stare down at me, his gaze probing mine. “Are you alright?”
Nerves bubble to the surface and I huff out a small laugh. “I’m not sure, actually.”
