Then his finger enters me and I freeze. It hurts a little but not too much; he’s gentle and only probing a tiny fraction. He’s never penetrated me before so the feeling is entirely foreign and I’m not sure that I like it.
Something builds deep down. I’ve had orgasms before but I have a feeling this is going to be so much bigger than the rest. My embarrassment soon leaves the building as my hands grip his head and my hips bucks desperately against his face. It’s his finger inside, giving me something to clench around, that is making this experience so much better than the rest.
I explode with a loud cry. I barely register the fact he slides up my body and poises himself at my entrance.
As my orgasm continues, he slowly pushes inside. I wince with the pain mingling with the pulsing pleasure.
“Ready, Gwenny?” He asks, his eyes on mine.
I nod slightly. I’m ready.
“This is going to hurt, baby, but I’ll make it better I promise,” he explains and there’s a tearing sensation deep inside as he thrusts his hips forward. It knocks the wind out of me and brings tears to my eyes. I cry out and try to move away, but he sinks in deeper and holds me in place with his hips and his chest. “You feel so good, Gwenny.”
The initial pain fades but there’s still a deep and dull ache that won’t seem to shift despite the pleasure.
“I’ll go slowly, but I’ll make it quick,” he promises and kisses my mouth languidly. “Then we can go again in a couple of hours and I swear it will feel better than this.”
I look into his amazing brown eyes full of love and concern and nod slowly. It feels good to be connected to him.
He moves slowly, in and out, never going too deep for fear of hurting me. Watching his face as my body pleasures him makes me tingle all over. It’s an amazing sight, one I’ll cherish forever.
“You feel so good,” he whispers and kisses my neck. “Honestly, babe. I’ve never felt anything so good.” His head comes up, his lips slightly smiling. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” I hold his shoulders as he picks up the pace. The dull ache is still there but not as intense. I know I’m not going to finish. He knows it too and it’s why he gave me the orgasm before and will probably give me another one after.
His hips slide slowly back and forth, his long, thick and hard member moving in and out.
I was made for him.
The looks of wonder as his pleasure builds, the smiles when I moan, the scrunching of the eyes and shudders when he feels particularly sensitive, all of these I burn onto my brain. All of them. I’ll never forget and I want to see them again and again.
When he orgasms, he thrusts in deep; it’s a little too deep but I don’t care. I wrap my legs around the back of his thighs and hold him as tightly to me as possible. His member thickens and grows inside me, heating and throbbing. I feel it all. I hear his moans and groans before finally releasing my name with his pleasure on a choked cry.
As he collapses on top of me, I feel him softening inside. It’s not uncomfortable but it is definitely a new feeling.
“Are you okay?” I ask and trail my fingers up his back.
“Give me a second, I need to find my way back from heaven,” he pants, his chest heaving against mine as he tries to catch his breath.
I laugh and cringe as he slips out, leaving me feeling empty and hollow but blissfully happy.
“Ewww,” I remark and feel his body begin to shake. “Don’t laugh at me! That’s kind of gross.”
He only laughs harder. “I’ll clean you up. Stay there.”
“Kay,” I respond and keep perfectly still, not liking the feel of the wetness between my thighs.
When he finally cleans me up, the smile on his face is huge. He even holds up the damp cloth to show me my red blood mixed with the other bodily fluids. “Stop giving me that face. It’s beautiful.”
“I think we have different opinions on beauty,” I state and roll out of bed, glaring at the pink stain in the centre. “Damn it. These are Egyptian cotton.”
“Oops, I never thought about that,” he apologizes and strips the sheet off the bed. “Sit. I’ll deal with