This is the moment.
The point of no return.
My innocence is gone.
My virginity is gone.
I'm no longer the girl I was when I walked into this room. I'm someone new. Someone changed. Someone who has been bought and paid for. Someone who has begged to be fucked.
A strange, hollow feeling spreads through my chest, a strange mix of grief and relief.
He stays there for a long moment, his body still, giving me a chance to adjust. He’s a strange, paradoxical mix of aggression and restraint.
He leans down, and I expect a punishing kiss, but it’s surprisingly gentle. A slow, languid exploration, a tasting, a learning. He’s not just taking, he’s giving.
My body relaxes around him, the tight, burning ache softening into a dull, heavy throb of pleasure.
My hands, which had been gripping his shoulders in a painful, desperate hold, relax. My fingers trail down his back, exploring the hard planes of muscle, the smooth, warm skin.
"This..." He presses his hips into mine. I cry out and cling to him. "Is mine."
It's dark and possessive, a claim.
Then he starts to move.
It’s a slow, shallow rhythm at first, a gentle rocking motion that has me gasping, my body moving with his. He's not just fucking me; he's making love to me. And that's almost more terrifying than the raw, aggressive act I was expecting.
Because it feels good.
So good.
Chapter Eight
Nico
Her body, a tight, hot glove of pleasure, clenches around me as I claim her virginity. The final barrier, breached.
The last piece of her innocence, taken. And I’m the one who has it.
The power is a heady rush, a potent cocktail of lust and possession. I own this moment. I own her.
Her gasp is a raw, vulnerable sound that goes straight to my cock. I can feel the way she’s fighting to adjust, to accommodate my size. Her body is a battleground of pleasure and pain, and I’m the general commanding the war.
I kiss her, a slow, possessive kiss that’s meant to soothe, to comfort. I want her to associate this moment with pleasure, not just pain. I want her to remember this, to crave this, to come back to me for more.
Her body relaxes around me, her muscles unclenching, her hands exploring my back with a hesitant curiosity. She’s a quick study. Eager to please. Eager to learn.
That's it, Erica. Learn me. Learn what I can give you.
I start to move, a slow, deliberate rhythm that's designed to build her pleasure, to teach her body to respond to mine. I want to take her to the edge, to push her over, to feel her come apart around me.
Her breath hitches, a soft, needy sound. Her hips lift to meet mine, a silent, instinctual plea for more. She's a natural. Her body knows what it wants, even if her mind is still trying to catch up.
Her legs move, wrapping around my waist. It's a move of utter trust and surrender, and it's the most erotic thing I've ever felt.
My control, always a tenuous thing, starts to fray. The slow, deliberate rhythm I’d been maintaining becomes more urgent,more demanding. My hips snap forward, burying myself inside her with a force that has her crying out, her nails digging into my back.
The sounds she's making are driving me insane. Soft whimpers and gasps, breathy moans that are a mix of pleasure and pain. She's a symphony of sensation, and I'm the conductor.
