Commissioning His Virgin (Club Lush)

Her body begun relaxing. I loosened my grip on her, moved across her body, supporting my weight against the canvas. Kissing her tender lips, I tucked away hair that had found its way on her face.

She warmly welcomed my kiss, panting, but then for a second, I realized something felt out of sync. This kiss felt different. She kissed me tenderly, perhaps more tenderly than I was. I eased my pace; it was then that I felt Gina melting underneath my body. I was caught unaware. Somehow, her tenderness got me by surprise. It was clear that she was as aroused as I was, but the kiss we shared was completely different.

I hadn’t felt the way I felt as our lips locked for probably the millionth time today. I actually had felt that sensation before, just not so intensely with Gina. I got carried away by the feeling, letting myself get taken by the emotion.

I embraced it and Gina. Her whole body relaxed in my embrace; the shaking stopped. It was clear as day that all this wasn’t just about the money, the sex, or even about Gina trying things she hadn’t tried before, or the pleasures we granted each other in this secluded warehouse. None of that. Gina loved me for real. I could feel it in my bones.

Suddenly, an alarm blared in my brain. It came to my realization that I was a dick for not anticipating all this. I hoped she hadn’t noticed I was a jerk. As we kissed, I slowly pulled my weight along with hers. We sat naked on the canvas. I broke our kiss, hugging her tight. The thought of Gina giving me all she had willingly was so arousing. I felt a connection so strong as her body locked in mine. I was in love with her too.

She broke our tight embrace, slowly eased herself onto the canvas pulling me along so that my body lay on top of her, keeping our mouths locked, savoring each other’s taste.

“Make love to me, Elijah,” she uttered in between passionate kisses.

Gina instantaneously spread her legs, exposing her innocent pussy, folding her legs to her sides. She lay there before my eyes, exposed, vulnerable, yet so beautiful, inviting.

I lowered my body down, my cock lining up with her entrance. I could tell her pussy was heavily covered in her juices when my cock made contact with her entrance. She was panting inside my mouth with desire. She quickly wrapped her legs around my waist, inviting me to take a bite out of her apple. I couldn’t resist the urge. I was in a propped-up position, supporting my weight on my elbows. My hands lay on the canvas on either side of her face. I locked my eyes on hers, noticed her eyebrows flicker before I started moving, pushing my cock inside of her.

“Oh, God!”

Gina shut her eyes tightly. Her left-hand moving towards her mouth, attempting to suppress a groan, but failing the moment I used my might to push inside of her. I slowly attempted to plunge inside of her, failing at my second attempt partly because of Gina’s hymen but mainly because of the pain written all over her face. The thought of hurting her was unbearable to me. Still, her legs remained wrapped around my waist, encouraging me to push, penetrate her entrance.

“Please don’t stop, Elijah, don’t stop,” she pleaded with me in a soft, enticing voice.

Her body stiffened under my weight. Once again, her lips parted as I eased myself into her pussy, taking away her virginity in the process. She let out a loud moan, more of a cry in despair, and bit her lower lip. Gina winced. Her legs tightly wrapped around my waist. It was then that I realized streams of tears were running down her cheeks. My heart skipped a beat, sunk in my stomach. I stopped pushing instantly.

“Oh, baby, does it hurt? I’m sorry, Gina, I didn’t intend to make you cry,” I pleaded with her, wiping away the tears on her cheeks, my cock half immersed inside her pussy.

Sniffling, she took her hand off her mouth, gently put both of her hands on either side of my face, then attempted to force a smile.

“Hey, these tears aren’t because it hurts. I wouldn’t care if it hurt, Elijah. These are tears of joy, baby. I’m crying because all of this is so overwhelming. Forgive me, baby, I can’t hold it back. I don’t know any other way of expressing how I feel. I’m sorry, Elijah.”

“Shhh! You don’t need to apologize, Gina. All I want is certainty, assurance that you are okay. Don’t hesitate to ask me to stop if the pain is unbearable,” I told her, my eyes still locked on hers, worried and uncertain. It was then that I noticed a change in her eyes in the way she stared at me.