I increased my pace as her pussy clenched my dick tighter.
“Come for me,” I instructed, panting.
Her legs quivered around me as I ejaculated into her, and she came in a rush. I slowed down but didn’t stop moving until she had come down from the high.
Her lips claimed mine, and I tucked her hair behind her ear as I moved us to the bed.
The next minute, we were both fully naked on the bed, with her body across mine, her hair splayed over my chest.
“I’m serious, you didn’t hurt me, Viktor,” she insisted, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest.
She moved up, taking the soft blanket with her.
“You were gentle. Now and the first time,” she assured, her palm cupping the side of my jaw.
“You were sore the first time,” I pointed out.
“That’s totally normal. Nobody gets deflowered painlessly,” she countered. “I didn’t expect you to be, but you’re a good lover, Viktor.”
She dropped a kiss to my lips and moved to settle on my chest again before I tackled her into another kiss.
I turned us over so my body was partially on hers.
“You can’t say something like that and not expect something in return,” I told her.
My lips flashed against her in an ardent kiss as I held her two hands down against the bed. I swiped my tongue across her lower lip, and she parted in response, granting me the access I wanted. I ended the kiss and moved to her neck, making her let out soft moans as I nibbled on her soft skin. Her body writhed beneath mine when I moved to a lower spot.
“Found your sweet spot,” I muttered against her skin.
I nipped the skin gently and sucked on it again before moving back to her lips.
“Sorry, I tend to lose control with you,” I remarked, stroking her reddened lips when I eventually ended the long kiss.
“There’s nothing to apologize for,” she replied as I lay back down with my face inches from hers.
“I enjoyed every bit of it. I can’t wait to do it again,” she added with a shy smile, her eyelids drooping.
I brought my hand to her chin, making her look me in the eye.
“Don’t be shy,” I said. “You’ve seen all of me. My body belongs to you.”
She nodded against the bed, and I shifted closer, pulling her against me.
“I love holding you like this,” I confessed.
“I love it when you hold me, too.”
I kissed the crown of her head, at a loss for words.
A peaceful silence ensued for a moment before Emilia spoke.
“You said you didn’t know anything about matters of the heart,” she began, her voice gentle. “I’m not experienced there, either. I mean, I consider myself a romantic, and I know love by reputation- it's why I decided to study Literature. But, in practice, I can’t say I’ve enjoyed or even felt it before. I once dated someone in college. It turned out that sex was his motivating factor. When I kept turning him down, he categorically told me I was a sorry case, and no one would love me.”
My hold instinctively got tighter around her.
“That was when I decided that I wouldn’t let my heart go through the torture of not being sure of a partner’s love.”
She sighed before going on.
