by Ju Ephraime
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Lisa’s fingers dug into Damien’s back as they fought a sensual battle for control. The muscles rippled underneath her hands as she moved her hips against him. A shudder escaped her as she felt the answering pulse as he pressed back into her. When he leaned back on his knees and reached for the waist of her pants, his abs left her speechless. Every muscle was defined with a thin line of dark hair that tapered until it disappeared into his jeans. As she reached for the buttons on the fly of his jeans, he grabbed her hands.
“I’m trying to slow down.”
“Why? You are not going too fast. I’ll tell you if you do.”
“Promise?” he asked.
“Yes.”
No sooner had she gotten the words out than he had her pants off. She tried to help him but kept getting distracted by her own need to get his jeans off. They were each trying to take the other’s clothes off to get to the treasure beneath.
Her hands had somehow gotten inside of his jeans, and she was rubbing the root of his shaft. That was the farthest she could get.
“Help me, Damien.” Her voice was a needy thread, and she didn’t even recognize it as her own.
Without removing his mouth from her breast, he reached down, unsnapping the buttons and pushing the jeans and his briefs off his hips. The hot hard shaft was finally in her hand, and it felt wonderful, all hot and smooth and pulsing. She rubbed her finger over the smooth head that was even now damp with the evidence of his hunger for her.
***
Damien groaned as she caressed him. Then he moved with lightning speed and yanked her pants off her completely. He got out of the bed and walked over to his dresser, rummaging in there until he found the condom he knew he’d had in there. He hoped it still worked. He wasted no time tearing into the wrapper, walking back to the bed as he did so. He was nervous, and his hand had a tremor to it. He had not been with a woman since his accident, and then it had been Shelly. He did not know how this would play out, but he was determined to give it his best shot.
He walked back to his bed without stumbling. He had practiced this walk hundreds of times so he has no problem making it back to the bed. He was getting ready to fit the rubber over the head of his shaft when he felt her hand on him as she took the condom away from him.
“Let me,” she said.
He very readily released the condom to her and stood quietly as she began trying to put the rubber over him.
***
He was sooo gorgeous as he stood there in all his naked glory that she burned. She didn’t know which thing she was enjoying more, watching him or touching him as she tried to fit the condom on him. She didn’t see how this small piece of rubber would fit the entire length of his manhood.
“Do you know what you are doing, Lisa?” he asked.
“No, can you tell?”
“Yes,” he replied, taking the condom from her and removing her hand from him. “If you keep this up, I’ll never make it to the ultimate goal.”
“What’s the ultimate goal?” she wanted to know.
“Do you have to ask?” he answered.
The condom was on him in a snap, and before she could draw another breath, he had crawled backed into the bed like a jungle cat, his body covering hers as he moved up to her breast, taking the stiff nipple into his hot mouth and sucking hard.
Lisa moaned as a rush of liquid heat moistened the inside of her thighs, eliciting another moan from her. His hot mouth was on her throat, nuzzling and kissing as he traced the swollen folds of her sex with his callous, roughened finger. When his finger applied pressure to her aroused clit, Lisa almost flew off the bed as she gripped the hard muscles of his butt, trying to get him where she needed him so desperately at the moment.
He continued playing with her clit, rubbing and pressing as she arched her back off the bed to give him better access. Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, she felt his finger penetrate her. He began moving his finger in and out of her throbbing flesh, causing her to sizzle with sensation as she writhed on his finger, seeking the release she felt hovering just out of her reach.
She was just about to begin begging him when he plunged his finger in while applying pressure on her clit. This brought her to a heart-wrenching release that had her body spasming as she hummed on a moan that she seemed unable to control. After what seemed an eternity, the pleasure eased into exquisite waves as she lay there too spent to move.
He moved down her body, giving her little kisses as he made his way to her still quivering, damp sex. She cried out in surprised pleasure when she felt his mouth on her, nuzzling into the wet, swollen clit, his tongue sliding into her with the same movement of his finger before.
She began thrashing on the bed beneath him, trying to escape his hot, busy tongue, which was playing havoc with her over-sensitive clit, but he held her in place with little effort. He alternated between licking, sucking, and probing until she was once again breathing hard as she reached for the climax hovering, hovering, and hovering. And then she exploded.
She was in the throes of the climax when he brought her legs up, and in the same movement, he positioned his shaft and entered her with a quick thrust of his hips. Her flesh resisted, and only the tip of his penis entered. Feeling the tight resistance, he redoubled his effort and pushed into her with one powerful thrust, impaling her onto his engorged penis. A sob escaped from her when she felt the full length of Damien inside her. She felt as if she was being split in two. She began to push at his chest, trying her best to remove the instrument of torture from her body. She was not aware she was crying until she heard Damien’s voice, asking her to remain still for a moment, saying that it would get better soon. She was very skeptical, but she did as he asked, pressing her back into the bed as she prepared to ride out the storm.
***
Damien couldn’t believe the problem Lisa was having accepting him. This was the reaction he’d get from a virgin, not that he had much practice with virgins. His one experience had been his first sexual experience when he was a teenager and he had snuck into his parents’ garage to fool around with his next-door neighbor. At the time, he had no idea she was a virgin. She pursued him relentlessly. He’d finally succumbed one cold, wet fall afternoon. He could not remember much about the experience other than the fact her reaction had been almost similar to Lisa’s, trying her damnedest to remove him from her body.
He moved slightly to see if she was in discomfort. Feeling the rhythmic squeeze of her inner muscles, Damien reached for her mouth in a kiss that was almost brutal in its savage intensity. He stroked her tongue with his until he got an equal response from her. He probed the sweetness of her mouth until he heard the now familiar humming moan coming from her. He began to thrust in slow, controlled movements, giving her the opportunity to adjust to him. He knew he was a bit much to take on the first try. As she moved her hips in response to his tentative thrusts, he could not hold back any longer. Bracing himself on his arms, he pumped harder, his hips hitting against her like a piston.
Pleasure like he’d never known before took a hold of him, making him almost delirious. Sweat began pouring down his face from the exertion. Lisa wrapped her legs around his hips, her muscles massaging and loving him in time to his upwards stroke. He was almost mindless as he climaxed violently in an endless burst that seemed to take his heart with it. He took Lisa along with him as she became just as delirious as he was. She placed both hands on his butt, and it was as if she wanted to take him inside her bodily as she chanted, “my darling, my darling, my darling,” over and over as she loved him with her open mouth on his face, triggering a second orgasm from him.
Damien rolled over onto his side, taking her with him as he panted and shivered in the sudden chill of the room. Slowly the tension drained from him, and he looked over at Lisa as he pulled the blanket over her. He saw a shape in the bed, but he couldn’t see it very clearly. Lord, was his sight back? He kept looking, but still he could only see a black outline.
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br /> Damien laid there in a kind of stupor, feeling drugged and floundering in unchartered waters. In all his imaginings of getting his sight back, he had always pictured himself opening his eyes and everything being as it had been before his accident. He had never considered the fact that having sex with Lisa, or anyone else for that matter, would help restore his sight. He’d had two momentous occasions this night, and he had not prepared for either one. He was experienced with women, aware of his own sexual needs and the responses of his partners. He had known exactly what he was doing when he began pursuing Lisa, known how the scene would play out, and then Lisa had changed everything. Not only had she gifted him with her virginity, she had affected him on such a deep level, he was beginning to see shadows, where before there had been total darkness.
The faint mingled scents of violet and female arousal clung to his hands. He inhaled the fragrance greedily, feeling the usual effect in his groin that inhaling Lisa’s unique scent had on him. He remembered the feeling of sliding inside her, the tight flesh that surrounded him so snugly. The moaning sounds she made. The way she kept calling out to him, even as she kept up with him after the initial hesitancy on her part. She had satisfied him more than anyone ever had, and yet he already wanted her again.
A virgin…not that he minded. He liked that he was her first. The thought filled him with primitive satisfaction. But it was not the sort of thing a man thinks about or expects when he takes a grown woman to his bed. He would have liked to have seen her expression when he’d deflowered her, but that was a whole other matter.
God---the sweetness of her body, so tight and hot around him. The fresh violet scent of her skin and the perfumed softness of her hair all acted like a drug on him. He had felt his soul soar when he was fully buried deep inside her, and the climax that followed almost lifted his scalp off.
He was so deep in thought that he had forgotten Lisa was witnessing his confusion. He must have been looking in her direction because he was brought back to the present when he heard Lisa asking, “Is everything all right, Damien?”
“Yes, why do you ask?”
“You looked as if you were in pain. Was this too much for you?”
“Are you kidding me? I should be the one asking you this,” he replied. “Speaking of which, was this your first sexual experience?”
“No, what made you think it was,” she wanted to know.
“I felt your body’s reaction when I tried to enter you,” he told her.
“That was just lack of practice. Anyway, what does it matter? It’s done.”
“Lisa, please don’t try to treat me like a senile fool. I may be blind, but every one of my senses is functioning properly. So answer me truthfully. Were you a virgin when you came into my bed?”
“Yes, Damien. I don’t know what the big deal is about. There’s no use crying over spilled milk.”
“Oh, is that what it is? Spilled milk? I never heard it described like that before. Had you told me, I could have made it less painful for you.”
“It was great after the first initial sting. And how would I have brought this up?” she wanted to know. “Oh, by the way, Damien, I’m a virgin so be extra gentle with me. How would you have reacted to that? I wanted to experience the entire thing, and I’d made up my mind to gift it to you from the moment I met you.”
“Why? What was it about me that made me stand out as a good debaucher of virgins?”
“Stop it, Damien, you were terrific. I’m just a slight bit sore, but I’ll take a soaking bath, and I’ll be as good as new. Are you going to get rid of the condom you are holding in your hand?” she asked.
It was only then that he realized he was still holding the condom. He was still seeing her outline on the bed, but nothing more. He had initiated the discussion about her virginity to buy him some time to understand what was happening to him.
He got out of bed then and made his way to the bathroom. He got rid of the condom and cleaned himself. He closed his eyes and opened them again to see if that would make things a bit clearer, but it was still dark shadows. This was even more unnerving than not having his sight; this darkness was useless.
He took in a damp washcloth to Lisa. He was not done with her, by any means.
“Would you like to clean up?” he asked, walking over to the bed.
“Not now,” she answered. “Nap first.” She moved toward the center of the bed, making room for him to climb in.
He got into the bed and pulled the blanket over them as she snuggled close to him, skin to skin. The moment his cock touched her butt he was back to his usual state any time he was around her. He’d thought after the workout they had she would not want to go at it again, but judging by the way she was pressing her butt into him, she was just as game as he was.
He did not have any more condoms so he had to behave himself. But if she kept this up, it would be to hell with a condom.
“Be still, Lisa,” he told her, bringing her closer into his body.
***
The sound of his heartbeat close to her ears was loud in the stillness of the room. He smelled of male, cologne, and sex. She could feel the stiff length of his erection digging into her butt. She wanted him to fill her with it again. She was wildly excited at the thought. She’d waited all her adult life for this, and it had been worth every minute of that wait. She pushed against him again, wiggling her butt.
“Stay still, Lisa. I’m trying to behave because I know you are sore,” he said.
“I’m not sore, Damien, feel me.”
“How will feeling you tell me whether you are sore or not?” he asked. But he was already reaching between her thighs. His fingers slipped inside her as she pressed hungrily unto his questing fingers.
“See? I’m ready for you,” she said brazenly.
The words were crushed by his mouth in a deliciously bruising, a kiss that had her opening to him hungrily. Her throbbing flesh felt like a suction cup grabbing onto his finger greedily.
He tore his mouth from hers as he commanded her to get on her knees. She didn’t react quickly enough, so he said it again, close to her ear. “Get on your knees.”
She found herself on her knees with his arm encircling her waist as he rose behind her. She felt him grasp her hips, his fingers digging into the flesh of her butt. His other hand between her thighs parted her flesh as he applied pressure on her clit with his thumb and his middle finger sinking inside her…she was dripping. She heard him utter an expletive as he pushed her forward into the bed, kneeing her legs open until she was spread wide before him. She couldn’t see him, but she was quivering in anticipation, only knowing what he was doing by touch. This is what he must be experiencing when he made love to her. The thought was exciting to her, so she closed her eyes and allowed herself to feel, living through only her other senses.
Damien moved closer behind her, almost crowding her in. “Relax,” he told her when he felt her shiver. “Relax. I won’t hurt you this time.”
Lisa couldn’t answer. She didn’t tell him she was shivering out of anticipation, not fear. She kept her eyes closed as she felt his hips shift and the head of his penis nudge the swollen lips of her sex. She was shocked to hear the sounds coming from her throat as he made tiny circles around her clit, teasing her, preparing her body for his invasion. She strained back into him, trying to get at him with her body.
But he kept up the nudging and massaging, circling, but not entering---steel on silk. Her breathing was harsh and labored in her ears. She clawed at the sheet, trying to turn to him, to hurry him along, but his one hand held her effortlessly and wouldn’t give an inch.
A whimpering sound escaped her as she felt the tip of him enter her, slipping farther and farther. Again, she experienced that unexpected sense of fullness, but this time, there was none of the pain of before. He kept pushing, going deep, until he was buried to the hilt inside her. She began breathing through her mouth to accommodate all of him. She wanted it all! He remained still for a second before h
e pulled back, only to burrow into her again and again. Lisa writhed, pressing back to him. He released his member, moving his hand to the damp hairs of her sex, his finger rubbing and stroking her clit in counter movement to the rhythm of his powerful thrusts.
Lisa felt as if she were going up in flames. The sensation multiplied rapidly, building and spreading with each delicious thrust of his hips. She made no move to avoid the thick length of him as he went deeper and deeper into the slick channel of her body, hitting against her womb with unerring precision. She welcomed it, trying to open up to receive more of him. Arching back into him, she convulsed uncontrollably, whimpering as she reached for the orgasm that was threatening to reduce her to a whimpering puppy. Damien took her into it with a growl, driving into her with quick rapid thrusts, until a raw sound was torn from him as he emptied his seed inside her.
He rolled over to his side, taking her with him as they remained locked together, their bodies joined and clinging as she felt him still pulsing inside her. Her eyes remained closed until she felt him ease away from her. She couldn’t stop herself from making a sound of protest as her body was deprived of his heat.
He cleared his throat as he asked, “Are you okay?”
“I couldn’t be better,” she answered, with a contented sigh. “Are you?”
“Do you want to test me?” he answered as he reached for her breast, palming it.
She felt the pulsing inside change and move, and she was getting filled up again. She would take everything he gave before his conscience began to bother him and he began to apologize for their time together. He rolled her nipple with his fingers, turning her so he could have access to her mouth. Straining her neck, she was able to get to his mouth as he engulfed hers in a hungry kiss. She couldn’t believe he was hard and stiff inside her again. There was no recovery time.