He grunts, his eyes meeting mine in warning as his large hand splays against my stomach and holds me in place. Suddenly, he plunges a finger deep inside of me and crooks it upward and holy hell… I can’t breathe, my brain is a gray cloud of overwhelming emotions, and my body racks with trembles.
“E-Er-ic… oh, my…oooooooooohhhhhhh!” An unfamiliar guttural groan rips from my chest, every muscle in my body twitching and tightening deliciously.
“Give it to me, Elia. Give me that sweet cum, sweetheart.” Eric’s tongue flattens against my pussy, lapping and sucking at me as he groans. My eyes are so heavy with lust, when I open them to look up at him my surroundings are hazed. Eric trails delicate kisses down my thigh then up my stomach before latching around a nipple. I rake my fingers through his hair and drag my nails across his back as his mouth works up toward mine.
“Damn, Elia, that pussy’s sweet,” he grunts.
He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me to his hips, and my legs encircle him as his hand clasps my neck. His mouth roughly crashes against mine, and I can taste myself on his lips. It’s different, not quite what I’d expect, though I can’t really explain what I expected. Eric carries me to the bed where he gently lay me down onto the mattress and settles between my legs. His erection is pressed against the front of his pants, forming a massive bulge behind the fabric. Please God, let that be an illusion. There’s no way he’s that…
He pops the button on his pants then slowly drags the zipper open and shoves his pants down his thighs. My breath stills in my throat because the closer I come in contact with his… ahem, the tighter my chest constricts.
So I’m a bookstore virgin… I’ve read about the throes of passion in many of my favorite classic romance novels—Mr. Darcy will forever be the original book boyfriend. I’ve even seen a penis before. Call it mild curiosity, if you will, but the illusion of a man’s—cock?—on your computer screen and vivid before your eyes… well you can’t quite compare. And while Eric’s—cock?—is still clad in silky black boxer briefs, just the impression it’s forming against the material has me taken aback. No romance novel, website, or magazine could ever prepare a virgin for the very moment their cherry is about to be popped.
My cheeks flush red at just the thought, but I’m no prude. I know that’s how men think, but it’s not like that. I just can’t believe what’s about to happen.
I can’t believe how turned on I am right now. I...I can’t believe how ready I feel, either. It makes me think about all my favorite romance novels...and they couldn’t totally prepare me, but they didn’t let me down. This fire in my blood measures up to everything I thought that only fantasy could bring.
“Eric, I want to feel you inside me,” I moan, looking into his eyes.
There’s a hunger in his eyes that must match my own.
I’m desperate for his every touch and I am aching for it. “Please,” I whimper.
“Mmm, Elia, fuck,” Eric says, grazing his teeth over my neck now. “You won’t have to beg me again. I’ve never wanted to fuck someone so much in my life.”
My lower lip trembles.
Eric’s mouth closes over my neck, pressing kisses along my neck while I feel his cock line up on my opening. He spreads my labia with the head of his cock and I struggle to breathe.
My hips have a will of their own and I press harder into him.
“Elia,” Eric moans against my neck, his teeth closing over my skin so lightly as the tip of his cock slides inside me, inch by inch.
Every moment he gets more inside me, fills me up with that enormous cock, I try harder to breathe. I’m gasping huge gulps of air and I can’t take it. My hips roll forward. My fingers press tightly against him, holding him against me. And my pussy clenches around him, fluttering almost as I take in every perfect moment of him breaking through every mental barrier that I thought was going to make me nervous about the actual moment.
I’m not nervous anymore. I’m ravenous. I move my hands to grasp his ass and I push him into me, lifting my legs up higher and roll my hips harder, pressing myself against him until he’s fully sheathed inside of me. Moans desperately flow from my lips and I take every last drop of his pleasure.
Speaking of drops, I am so wet that I feel my arousal sliding slick down my thighs. “Fuck, I’m so wet, Eric. I didn’t know that I could get so wet.” I find that virgin or not, I’ve read enough romance novels and watched enough porn to know that talking during sex, well, when you can manage it is pretty damn hot.
I mean, Eric’s got this enormous cock. A real footlong. And he’s slamming it deep inside me, thrust after thrust.
I’m shaking. Shivering. My whole body is breaking out in a sweat, the sheen covering my body. I breathe harder and the feelings coursing through my body are just incredible. My nipples ache, and breasts feel tight and sensitive. My stomach burns with a warm heat that’s building up pressure inside me. I cry out and and every breath makes the thrills more and more intense.
“Oh Goooood!” I cry out. I’ve never felt anything so incredible as the sensations coursing through my body right now.
“That’s right, cum for me baby,” Eric says, his lips tracing back up to my lips and closing over mine. He swallows my sighs, my moans, my every drop of pleasure as I feel the explosion within me, simmering hotter and closer to the surface.
I break our kiss, gasping. “Fuuuck, yes, I am!” I curl my face into the curve of his neck where it meets his strong shoulders, breathing in the scent of him as my eyes roll back in their orbits. I feel like my whole body is vibrating and a gush of wetness escapes my trembling pussy. I feel empty of the pressure inside of me but the thickness of Eric’s cock pumping harder and harder into me creates a new pressure, like a note tapped out on a piano on a higher scale.
My arms and legs feel wobbly and I think I might fall. I cling to Eric.
“I’ve got you,” he says, pulling me tighter against him.
“Ride me, Elia. I want to see your perfect breasts bouncing while you take my cock,” Eric says, biting his lip as he watches me rise up, still impaled by him.
I position myself, moving my body around on his and feeling myself wobble. “I’m nervous,” I tell him. I wish I hadn’t said it, but his hand cups my cheek so tenderly that I’m grateful I did.
“Why?”