Returning to the bedroom that had no illumination at all, I smiled silently as I heard the innocent snores of Amina and saw the shape of Anna in my bed, and while it might not be exactly how I had imagined it would be, and I had imagined it, many, many times, it filled me with warmth.
Climbing in beside her I couldn’t help but think of the first time we had been on a bed together, the first time we had touched and made love together. I had replayed it so many times before tonight but now it was more vivid, like a movie playing in my head.
We had kissed and explored each other and after reassuring Anna that I would fit inside her, we had kissed some more as my hand had settled between her legs where I had found her to be wet, very wet.
My fingers had explored her, stretching and preparing her as well as circling her clit, edging her closer to release. Two fingers filled her and although I hadn’t doubted that I would fit inside her, it was going to be tight and it was going to hurt her, but then I was going to make her feel better than she ever had.
Her mewls and cries turned me on as much as the sight of her nakedness and her rising pleasure. She was wrapping her arms around my back, grazing the skin, scratching me as she pulled me closer then pushed me away. Her arousal and the sensations of it were clearly intensifying.
“Dante.” The sound of my name on her lips was always welcome but with her arousal coating my fingers and her about to come, it was off the scale.
Increasing the speed of my thrusting fingers and with my thumb circling her clit, she fell over the edge of pleasure, her whole body shaking and convulsing, her internal muscles clinging to my digits, almost threatening to keep them captive and the truth was, I’d happily remain here, with her, forever.
When her breathing began to calm and she focused on me, we both smiled.
“A condom,” I said, briefly leaving her to grab one from my pocket.
“You thought this would happen?” she asked and then she looked sad.
Did she think I was using her, or was it that she thought I was always prepared for other women? I refused to be drawn on other women, even to myself as I returned to the bed.
“You are mine, Anna. I came here wanting you to know that, mia ragazza.”
She grinned as I sheathed myself and positioned myself between her thighs. I had never been with a virgin before but this was right, that if I was going to, it would be with Anna.
“You ready?”
She nodded as I positioned myself at her entrance and began to edge in. Her release helped initially, but very quickly she began to feel discomfort.
“Look at me, Anna,” I commanded. “Eyes on me,” I told her, braced on my forearms as I hovered over her. “It is going to sting and then it will be good.”
Gradually, I edged inside her, pushing past her body’s resistance to me, kissing her and talking to her to distract her.
I was about halfway there when the first of her tears escaped her eyes. “It hurts.”
“Do you want me to stop?” Was I even capable of stopping now?
“No, it has to be you, please.” My ego was swelling as much as my cock at her intent and desire for me to be her first.
I pushed on, and with a couple of harder thrusts that caused her to cry out, I was buried inside her. I needed not to think of that, or else this would be over before it started. Giving a little time for her to adjust to my presence, we kissed, and then I began to move. The initial discomfort gave way to pleasure soon enough and her moans and cries confirmed that.
“Dante, yes, don’t stop,” she told me.
I laughed. “No stopping.” I adjusted my position several times to give her greater pleasure and also to buy me a little time because I was as close to coming as I had ever been. I found myself up on my knees between her legs that I held open. The sight of my cock driving in and out of her would be my undoing. It was erotic, it was perfect, and downright dirty, as were the thoughts in my head of all the ways I intended to have this woman.
“Touch yourself. Pinch your nipples and then stroke your clit while I fuck this greedy little pussy. My pussy.”
Her pussy clamped around me like a vice. She liked the dirty talk and me fucking her, which was good because this would be the first of many times those things would happen, it had to be.
She reached between her lips and began to stroke her clit while her other hand teased each of her nipples in turn.
“Dante, I’m going to . . .” Her voice trailed off.
That wouldn’t do. I needed her to fully embrace this and to be proud of what we were doing, of how I made her feel, and more than that, I needed her to be able to say it. “You’re going to come. Tell me how close you are, how good it feels to have me fucking you.”
She looked away.
“Look at me, Anna. Tell me how much you like me fucking you.”
