One orgasm down. A million more to go.
She’s still panting, her body limp. I crave her even more now, if that’s possible.
I push up on my elbows, taking her face in my hands, careful not to scare her. She’s gorgeous, all flushed and raw, blindfold slipping off one temple, lips parted as she breathes air into her lungs like she might drown without it.
I could back off. Give her time. But I don’t think either of us wants that.
I run my fingers down her cheek, thumb stroking along her jaw.
"Are you okay?"
She nods, slow at first, then more urgent. She licks her lips, and the sound she makes is so fucking needy, I about lose my mind.
Fuck me.
Tearing my clothes off, I throw them behind me. My cock is so hard it hurts, leaking pre-cum like it never has before. I dig my knee in the mattress, moving between her thighs, letting her feel me. The way she opens for me without even thinking.
I lean down, kissing her soft. "We can stop anytime. All you have to do is say so."
She shakes her head, hair splayed wildly on the pillow.
I reach down, running my thumb along the wet seam of her cunt. She quivers, still so sensitive. I tease her, just a little, watching the way her body reacts, greedy for more. When I line the head of my cock up at her entrance, I can feel the resistance. She’s tight as hell, practically virgin smooth.
Wait. Is this her first time?
The thought flips in my head.
Is she giving me her virginity?
I want so badly to ask, the words hanging on the tip of my tongue, but the rules plainly state…no questions.
I should stop.
But I can’t.
I should feel bad for just taking something so precious. But I don’t. Honestly, it makes me want her even more.
I start to press in, going as slow as I can manage. There’s the tiniest give, then a barrier. She hisses, her whole body tensing as her nails dig into my thighs, breath hitching fast.
I immediately stop, "Are you okay? Am I hurting you?"
She shakes her head.
I continue to ease in, inch by inch, going snail slow, letting her stretch around me.Christ, it’s like a vise.I have to grit my teeth, fighting every urge to slam into her.
She gasps, then whimpers.
I feel it, her whole body clamping down. I brace myself, hands on either side of her face, holding still.
"Just breathe. Let me know when it starts to feel good," I murmur, forehead pressed to hers.
I focus on the rhythm of her breathing, the way her hands twist in the sheets, then slide up my back, nails raking down my skin.
Slowly, the tension starts to ease, and she begins to roll her hips. Tiny motions at first, then more.
“That’s it, baby,” I whisper, kissing the corner of her mouth. “There you go, just relax. God, you feel so good. You are so perfect.”
She wraps her legs around my waist, heels digging into my ass, pulling me all the way in. I don’t try to hide the noise that rips out of me. I want her to know what she’s doing to me.
