It was so hard to explain. I knew I was ready. I knew I wanted this. I knew the wetness from the incredible orgasm he’d provoked would smooth his entry. I knew all of these things, but I was scared. He was so strong and demanding and so... big.

Before I could say anything, he moved me onto my back. Propping his head on one h

and, he looked down at me. I couldn’t decide if he was exasperated or if he was amazed.

“But just a moment ago...” His brow creased, and he shook his head slightly. “You give a hell of a blow job for a virgin.”

Tucking my face against his chest, I exhaled a little laugh. “I didn’t say I was a nun.” My voice was low, and he made me look at him again.

“What are you telling me right now? Do you want to stop?”

“No.” Lifting my hand to his neck, I slowly threaded my fingers into the side of his hair. “Just this one time... be gentle?”

“Mariska.” He exhaled my name, leaning into me. I shivered in his arms as his mouth traced my jawline, nibbling, biting. “My Mariska.”

At those words, joy radiated in my chest. He seemed to want this even more. His arms were all around me, his mouth covering my skin. His sparse chest hair teased my nipples as he moved, and his delicious scent clouded my mind. He was so strong and so forceful, yet in this moment, he softened.

His hand traced down my side, lightly following my curves, shaping around the base of my ass. With a knee, he spread mine apart then he propped himself on his forearms. Desire smoldered in his eyes, and I could feel his erection on my belly. Still, he was holding back, touching me with care. The idea that I could give commands as well as take them drifted across my dazzled brain.

“You could be on top... If that helps?” The slightest strain was in his voice, and I knew he’d gone as long as he could.

“I trust you.”

Holding my thighs open, he lightly touched the sensitive skin at my entrance. His fingers tested my wetness, stretched gently, and I tensed, holding his shoulders.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

Placing my hands against his chest, I looked into his eyes. “Why did you have me braid my hair?”

Heat flared in his gaze, and I knew I had asked the right question. “This changes everything.”

“Does it?”

Leaning down, he claimed my lips again, and with one strong thrust, he pushed inside me, tearing through my virginity. Our mouths broke apart, and we both cried out in response.

Mine was a cry of pain, a gasp of shock at the intense sensation of fullness, and a sudden need to move around, to figure out how to accommodate him.

His was the guttural response to claiming new territory. “Jesus, god, Mariska. You’re so tight.”

With every shift of my hips, he groaned, until at last he gasped, “I need to move.”

Nodding, I tried not to whimper as his hips moved against mine slowly, allowing me to adjust to the incredible sensation of him inside me. Mentally, I’d prepared for the pain. I’d even done a little research on how to minimize discomfort, but nothing could get me ready for the actual sensation of him being there, inside me, stretching the limits of what I’d ever felt.

As if unable to hold back, he moved faster, going deeper. The discomfort gradually dulled, transforming into the heat of our bodies working together. Slowly, the pain receded, and my senses focused on our bodies united. It was amazing. I didn’t want him to stop.

The sounds of his climb were dizzying. Noises, groans, a bead of sweat rolled down his cheek. I leaned up and licked the salty drop. How many times had I wanted to run my tongue along that scratchy jawline? He was delicious.

“Mariska...” His voice ragged, his lips caught mine. Mouths sealed together, his tongue left no part of mine unclaimed.

His thrusting became more forceful. My hips arched involuntarily, and his skin massaged the top of the cleft between my thighs. With a jolt of pleasure, I saw how well our bodies fit together. Arching my hips again, I scrubbed that part of me against him until the friction, the incredible fullness of him inside me, the shuddering groans of his building orgasm, tightened the muscles in my core. Large hands gripped my ass, and with three more violent thrusts, I dropped my head back and cried out his name.

His head fell against my collarbone, and he held still inside me, pulsing. My thighs quivered as I felt him jerking, coming. We held each other, both breathing fast. His lips touched my skin before he reached between us and held the condom as he came out, sliding it off and disposing of it quickly.

He was back with me, and I curled into his chest. Strong arms circled me, and we held each other, buzzing in the afterglow as our breathing gradually returned to normal.

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Stuart

Tags: Tia Louise One to Hold Erotic
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