“For your first time,” he rasps through clenched teeth, “I want it to be all about you.”
“Will we have a second time, then?”
Instead of replying, he moves away, leaving my hand bereft. He settles between my legs, and his mouth descends on me, as tireless as last time. For five or ten minutes, he works his sultry magic between my legs, while his hands roam my curves, front and back. When I come, I cry out his name.
With a satisfied growl, he pulls on a condom and settles on top of me, face-to-face. Even though he’s propping himself up on his elbows, the weight of his body pins me down. I like it.
He nudges my legs wider apart and positions himself between them. “Last chance, Stella. If you don’t call it offnow, this train is going straight to the destination, no stops.”
“And where’s that destination?” I ask archly.
“It’s where I’m buried deep inside you, pumping like my life depends on it. You understand?”
“There’s nothing I want more.”
The tip of his cock prods my sealed entrance.
I brace for impact.
“You OK?” he asks.
My arms tighten around him. “I know it’s going to hurt, but I also know it’s going to be great afterward.”
“Given how ready you are, I don’t think it’ll hurt much.”
I nod with exaggerated optimism, but the tension in my body won’t go away.
Unexpectedly, he rolls off me.
Stretching out on his back, he gestures to his groin. “Straddle me.”
I do. He reaches down to fumble with his rigid cock. I rise a little, so he can maneuver more easily. All the while, he stares up at me. I can barely contain my excitement.
When we’re in position, he lies back and tucks his hands under his head. “You’re in control. Take it as slow as you need to.”
Cautiously, I begin to bear down on him. The sensation is extremely pleasant, until my hymen is stretched fully, and no more progress is possible without breaching it. Instead of pressing down harder, I begin to tease him with tiny grinding movements of my hips, making figure eights around his cock.
He grinds his teeth. His face reddens in concentration.
A couple minutes later, he rasps, “Stella, I won’t last much longer if you carry on like this. Do it now!”
“You do it,” I say, setting my hands on his chest.
He doesn’t voice his consent but clasps my hips and holds me in place. He thrusts his own hips upward with one long, powerful stroke and buries cock inside me before I have time to realize what’s happening. When I do, my eyes widen.
It’s done!My hymen broke, and I feel no pain whatsoever—only sweet, sweet pleasure.
I focus my attention on it. His cock stretches me. It fills me up. All my faculties concentrate on the new sensation of being filled like this, by this man. It’s beyond delicious. It feels right, absolutely freaking perfect.
Next thing I know, he inverts our positions. I’m on my back now, and he’s atop me with his cock sheathed deep inside. His mouth covers mine, and our tongues tangle together. He pulls out halfway and then slams into me hilt deep. I cry out, arching my back. He does it again.
So good, so unbelievably good!
He keeps thrusting, his grunts mingling with my cries and moans. When he reaches down between my legs, I dig my fingers into his back in anticipation. He strokes my clit, and I move into his touch. He grinds his hips. I gasp, lift my thighs higher and rake his broad back with my fingernails. He grinds harder.
I invent these little signals as we go, and he’s learning them, quick on the uptake.
Pleasure builds at lightning speed. He’s kissing my mouth and rubbing my clit, but his cock never stops moving inside me. The sounds that come from my throat grow harsher, louder.
