I already know he’s good at this, and I lie back again.
It’s amazing how much I already trust him.
I know he won’t hurt me.
“Has there ever been anything inside this beautiful pussy?”
he asks before teasing my outer lips with the tip of his tongue.
I can’t help but seize up, gasping, then shuddering in pleasure.
How am I supposed to answer questions when I’m on fire?
“No.
Not inside.”
“I’ll get you ready, baby.
You just lie back and relax.”
He buries his tongue between my lips, and relaxing is the last thing I can do now.
Not when every stroke of his tongue against my aching flesh makes me writhe, out of control.
I don’t even mean to do it.
My body has a mind of its own, finally able to express everything I locked up inside it all this time.
The pressure at my entrance is a surprise but not unwelcome.
I don’t realize I’m holding my breath until he raises his head.
“Relax,” he reminds me.
“I’ll start slow.
I want you to enjoy it.”
Somehow, that’s the hottest thing he could have said.
The hottest thing so far.
He slides a finger deep inside me, and I smile, almost purring.
“That’s nice.”
“So tight.”
His voice is strained.
“I can’t wait to stretch you with my cock.”
“I want you to… I want you inside me.”
Who am I?
Who’s saying this?
The pressure increases, and I realize he’s added another finger.
He works them in and out in long, slow strokes.
Every once in a while, he flicks his tongue over my clit, and I buck, hips shooting up off the bed.
Again, again, and I realize he’s teasing me when he chuckles.
“The fun I can have with you, princess.”
I don’t mind hearing him say it.
I actually like it when he says it while he has me like this.
“Think you could take one more?”
I can only nod, my lips pressed together, my throat going tight.
My whole body is tensing up, including the muscles around Zeke’s fingers.
I’m going to come, and it’s going to be huge.
“That’s right.
Be a good girl and come for me.”
He picks up speed until wet, slapping sounds fill the room.
I’m sopping wet, soaking into the blanket, and a high-pitched whine is now coming from my mouth.
I can’t control any of it.
I only know I’ll die if he doesn’t stop, and I’ll die if he does.
I can hear his soft laughter as I start to come.
“That’s right.
That’s my girl.
Show me how much you love this.”
I have no choice but to do it, moaning until my voice breaks.
When I come to, he’s licking me clean, then sucking me off his fingers.
“I can’t get enough,” he admits.
“You’re so sweet.”
“You really like it?”
“It drives me crazy.”
He stands, and I can see that’s the truth.
He’s thick and long, and his head is swollen, purple, and dripping.
He takes it in one hand, stroking himself, looking down at me.
“You’re sure about this?
Because once I’m inside you, it can’t be undone.”
It’s not just sweet.
For all I know, sweetness is the last thing on his mind.
There’s more at stake here than just him and me.
He could lose his job, and he’s afraid I’ll be the reason he loses it.
I wouldn’t do that to him, no matter what, but he doesn’t know that.
“I’m absolutely sure.
I want you.”
That’s all he needs to lean on one hand and guide himself to me with the other.
This time, the pressure is stronger, verging on pain, but the pleasure is better.
Stronger.
He rolls his hips and fills me, stretching me more than before, and that’s it.
I’m not a virgin anymore.
And he’s the only person I ever wanted to be my first.
I open my eyes and look up at him to find him staring down at me.
I smile a little, showing him I’m okay, and he pulls back to push forward again.
“So… fucking… tight…” He grits his teeth, tendons standing up on his neck like he’s struggling.
“So wet.
Gonna make me come.
Fuck…” But he doesn’t.
He holds back, and his steady rhythm slowly builds.
A deeper, stronger pleasure than before starts to build along with it.
“Zeke, you feel so good…”
“Take my cock,” he grunts before filling me again.
“Take it all.”
“Yes,” I whisper while the warmth in my core turns to heat, ready to explode.
“So good.”
“Yeah… it is…” He lowers himself onto his forearms, and the extra pressure against my clit makes me gasp.
That combined with his thrusts and the unbearable friction is too much.
“Tight pussy.
My pussy.”
“Yes… yes…” I don’t know what I’m saying anymore.
I don’t know anything.
“Yours.”
His eyes meet mine, only inches away.
I could get lost in them the way I’m lost in this.
In us.
“I’m gonna come, I think…” My eyes squeeze shut, and I nod hard.
“I’m coming, oh, God!”
He pulls out fast, and when I open my eyes and look up at him, his fist is moving frantically up and down his length.
I’m still shaking and moaning his name when his cum splashes across my chest, then my stomach.
I know I should probably feel dirty, but all I feel is pride.
Satisfaction.
I can’t believe it finally happened.
And I already can’t wait for it to happen again.
At first, though, I don’t know how he feels.
He goes to the bathroom like he did before and gets a washcloth.
I guess if he’s going to come on me, he might as well clean me up.
And he does so gently but efficiently.
Never once does he look above my shoulders.
Is he going to get weird like he did last night?
Will he walk out on me?
As it turns out, no.
He makes it just far enough to throw the washcloth into the hamper before coming back to the bed, climbing in next to me, and getting under the sheets like he’s ready for sleep.
“Are you okay?
Tell me the truth.”
His tone contains a combination of caring and possessiveness.
I can’t decide if he’s asking because he genuinely cares or because he feels like he’s supposed to.
Either way, the answer is the same.
“I’m fine.
Really, better than fine.”
“Good.
Your first time should be good.
It isn’t for a lot of people.”
“I guess not everybody gets as lucky as I did.”
I meant it sincerely, but he laughs anyway.
The laughter doesn’t last long, and I knew it wouldn’t.
Now that it’s over, we have to talk about reality.
“Nobody can know about this.
None of your friends.
Nobody.”
My head bobs up and down.
I’d snicker and ask him to tell me another good one, but I just had sex for the first time and don’t think this is the right time to get all sarcastic.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.