When I touch his V-line, he gets all animalistic when reaching to kiss me, already feeling like he wants to rule over me. He isn’t the only one, but there is a limit for me: I am still a virgin.
He stops for a second from kissing me and takes my face in his hands.
“Are you sure?” he asks me while looking deeply into my eyes.
“I’m sure,” I respond to him, more as a sigh of despair.
He then takes me into his arms and puts me against the nearest wall.
He eagerly starts kissing me. His hands are all over my legs and back, getting to my booty, which he squeezes tightly. I know that he isn’t gonna take me slowly. Even if it’s my first time, I don’t want that either, however much it may hurt.
Deep inside me, I imagined my first time being with Lucas, but he was no longer in my life for some time now, so I will seize the opportunity and break my body’s dam.
I moan softly while kissing him, getting on a beautiful adventure, surrounded by kisses and touches, until I find myself with my bra off and on the bed. I didn’t even get to put the dress on before Blake came, so I end up only in my lingerie before him.
He asks me one more time, just from his gaze, if I am sure of losing my virginity with him. Well, he already made my day better, and I liked him for some time now, so I only want it to end up with him deep inside me, so I nod by taking the towel from around him. My eyes widen, and I gulp when I see what I was getting into. I look at him while taking a condom and putting it on the monster in front of me.
When he looks down at me, I am already boiling inside, so I get rid of the lingerie and take his cock into my hand, getting it close to the entry. All while hoping it will not hurt as badly as I think.
He softly laughs when he sees how desperate I am. He is probably thinking I can’t accept all of him at once, but he would be surprised by my collection of sexual toys, which I had been experimenting with for some time now. It is true that none of them are this big, but that’s because I was scared of trying.
He moans and growls at the same time when getting closer to me and kisses me while slowly pushing himself inside of me. I am feeling a soft pain, but the pleasure quickly follows. He sees that too, so he manages to get all of him deep inside shortly.He smiles at me when he sees how well we fit together, our intimate parts intertwined.
My moans are heard like echoes in this room while he’s slowly moving. He covers my sounds by devouring my lips, while his moans feel like a delicious vibration on the lips he’s playing with so slowly.
I push my hips into him, desiring more. I want to feel it all in a rhythm that would blur my thoughts, especially since the pain is long gone. All that remains is pure pleasure and stronger moans from both of us. He growls over my lips, kissing my chin, my neck, and then my boobs, softly biting each of them. He then comes back to my lips, which he already seems obsessed with, even though this is the first time he is tasting them.
I saw him watching my lips before, but he always looked away when I caught him. I mean, they are full, and I don’t wear lipstick around them to make them bigger. Mother Nature was generous to me with them.
He continues kissing me, capturing my tongue in the process and dancing with it, while moving faster inside me. When he starts touching my clit and making circles around it, I can’t resist and come all over him. My orgasm comes stronger than before, and I feel my body truly relax.
He tenses, and I can feel him coming while strongly moaning. He moves slowly until he finishes and remains in the same position for a couple of seconds.
We both breathe heavily while holding each other’s gaze and smiling. Around us is a nice silence, especially after my memorable first time. I feel calmer, more relaxed, satisfied, and spoiled. It is perfect.
When our breathing calms down, he gets off me. He watches me with a beautiful smile on his lips when he exits,leaving a strange, but nice feeling behind. He then looks at my lower part and me.
“I hoped you felt it as amazing as I did, even if we stained the bed a bit,” he laughs, and I copy his reaction, looking down and seeing a couple of blood stains.
“More than you can imagine, Blake. But I think I wanna sleep now as you completely exhausted me,” I say, letting out a yawn.
He takes me in his arms, high like a bride, and pushes the blanket aside. He softly kisses me before putting me on the bedsheet. He takes the blanket and throws it in a corner next to the closet he opens. He takes another one and places it above me. It is cold, and it makes me shiver for a little bit, but when he sits next to me and gets me into his arms, the sleep is about to overtake me.
“Happy birthday,” he says before my dream with two warm sapphires gets me.
The next morning, I wake up with a smile on my face, but it quickly disappears when I can’t feel him next to me. I open my eyes and sit up. My gaze scans the room I am in, but there is no sign of Blake.
It is quiet. Maybe too quiet.
I call out his name, but I don’t get any answer. I get the blanket from over me, and I see a small note in a hurried handwriting on his side.
I’m sorry, Anmara.
I freeze instantly, feeling the heavy tears going down my face. They wet the paper, but I don’t care. I just rip it apart into small pieces. My anger gets the worst of me and makes me scream, swear, and curse Blake for making me special for one night only.
He took the most important thing and vanished.
“Anmara, wake up!” says a muffled voice.
