“Oh god.”
Caroline
WE WERE REALLY GOING to have sex! After the longest amount of chit chat, and baby steps, we were going to do it!
Harley suddenly started pressing his cock inside me, a little at a time, and oh… oh no… it was stinging.
“Ow…”
“I can stop?”
“No. Please… I’m just… Oh god, please do it.”
He started moving again, pressing the head of his cock inside me. I could feel it was just the head, but it felt huge. It wouldn’t fit.
Harley groaned, pushing deeper inside me, and I felt it, the moment he broke through and my virginity was no more, letting out a yelp of discomfort. He froze, his eyes completely focused on my face.
“You okay?”
“Oh god. Is it in? Is it… is it done?” I burst into tears, and tried to cover my face, but Harley stopped me, catching my cheeks in his gentle hands.
“Hey… look at me, Caroline. Shh, it’s okay. I’m going to move and get away from you. Please don’t cry.”
He looked like he wanted to cry too, and I clung to him as he tried to move away.
“Don’t… don’t go. I’m sorry. I’m just…”
“Overwhelmed? I can understand that, babe. You’re amazing. You don’t have to continue, I promise. I can back off.”
My nails dug into his skin as I held on tight.
“Please. No. Oh god, I’m sorry. I’m freaking, and I don’t… I don’t know why.”
Harley leaned down, pressing his lips to one cheek, and then the other, nuzzling my nose with his.
“It’s okay, babe. I’m so proud of you. You achieved it, it’s okay. I can back off.”
“But-”
“I doubt you’re ready for that…”
My breath caught, as I saw the cheeky grin on his face, and then I was giggling. How did he do that? How did he take this insane woman, who just cried as she lost her virginity, and make her laugh at something so silly?
“That’s better, babe. Honestly, you’re amazing. I’m in awe of you. And I’m not just saying that because I’m inside you right now, but I have to admit you feel really fucking good.”
“It… it doesn’t hurt now. Can you… can you… do the thing?”
“The thing?”Harley grinned, winking at me, as he moved his hips, slowly easing out of me and then gliding smoothly inside me again. Oh. Oh it felt good. It was… it was nice. Better than nice.
“Oh god. More!”
He chuckled, kissing my cheek again, and burying his face in my neck, kissing and nipping my skin as he started to move again, his hips thrusting smoothly as he made love to me. Made love to me!
I started moving with him, wanting more, wanting it deeper, wanting all of Harley, and his breath left him in a ragged gasp.
“I’m barely hanging on here, Caroline. Fuck. We need to get you off. I’m gonna help you, okay?”
I nodded, feeling tingles of pleasure already beginning to form, and when his fingers teased over my clit, it sent a shot of pure bliss through me. He teased some more as he thrust deeper, and those tingles bloomed into blazing trails of pleasure, and I gasped his name over and over, as my nails gripped his upper arms, and Harley suddenly pressed deep and groaned long and low, his hips jerking a few times. I realised I had been looking at all of this in a very clinical way. An analytical way, because that was how I processed everything in life. How I found comfort in details, but there were moments, especially when he made me orgasm, where my brain seemed to short-circuit, and I was free. For long moments, there was pure freedom.Bliss.
