by S. Nelson
“That’s it, baby. Come for me,” I coaxed. I never relented, not until I knew she had fully enjoyed every bit of her orgasm. When her grip on my hair loosened, I knew she was coming back down.
Since she was satisfied, it was time for me to join with her. I made my way back up her body, taking each one of her beautiful breasts into my mouth. I loved every inch of this woman. I couldn’t believe it had taken me so long to make her mine. Everything in due time, right?
Once our mouths connected again, I had to hold myself back from thrusting inside her until I knew she was ready. She was physically ready, I’d made sure of it, but was she emotionally ready? That was what I had to find out.
My cock danced near her entrance, but again I wouldn’t do anything until she was sure.
“Are you positive you’re ready for this, Sara?” I asked as I gazed into her beautiful eyes. “There will be a certain amount of pain, due to your inexperience, but I’ll try to be as gentle as I can.” I battled with myself. I wanted nothing more than to surge forward and bury myself to the hilt, her very tight walls gripping me until I could barely move. But I knew I’d never do that—not until she was used to us having sex, at least. No, I would let her dictate what happened. I would follow her lead.
Her gaze broke away from mine and made their way down toward my arousal. Her eyes widened in—what was that? Disbelief?
“Alek, you’re not going to fit,” she whispered.
I couldn’t help it as laughter erupted before I could stop it.
I explained my little outburst.
“You just gave me the biggest compliment. Thank you.” When I sensed I needed to be more serious, her uneasiness holding on tight, I tried to reassure her. I leaned down and gave her a loving kiss. “We were made for each other, sweetheart. We were made to fit.”
I guess my words were all she needed to hear to abate her worry because the next words out of her mouth just about undid me. “I want you, Alek. I need you inside me. I’ve never wanted anything more in my entire life.” Her eyes bore into mine, searching for what, I wasn’t sure. But I would do my very best to give it to her.
“Even though we were made to fit together, you’re still new to this, so please tell me to stop if it’s too much. Promise me you will tell me if you can’t continue.” There was no response from her except a small thrust of her hips toward me. She was going to make me lose all control if she kept that shit up. “Promise me, Sara,” I demanded.
“Yes, I’ll tell you if it’s too much. I promise.” Why do I not believe her?
I positioned myself between her thighs, pushing them further apart. Reaching down, I ran my finger through her wet folds to make sure she was still good and ready for me to take her. She was so worked up, was there really any doubt?
“You’re ready, baby,” I said worshipfully. I ran my tongue across my teeth, preparing myself to devour the woman who had turned my world upside-down.
“Please. I can’t take it anymore,” she pleaded, arching her back to entice me further. Little did she know, or maybe she was aware, she was teasing me beyond what should have been allowable. I was barely holding on as it was.
“Patience, Sara…patience.”
If she’s going to torment me, then she better be prepared for me to do the same. I was going to torture her until she shamelessly begged for my cock. My fingers were still exploring her sweet pussy, the salacious sounds coming from her tempting mouth only spurring my onslaught further. Rubbing her clit with my thumb, I slowly inserted a finger inside her. A groan escaped her lips once more as I artfully stroked her. My mouth consumed hers, our tongues dueling as if they were performing an age-old practiced dance.
Coming up for some air, I spewed words at her faster than I could think to filter them. But that was what she did to me. She made me lose all sense of myself. “Do you know what you do to me, Sara? You drive me crazy, in every sense of the word. I can’t think straight when I’m near you. And now…now, it’s taking every ounce of self-control not to tie you up and ravage you until you beg me to stop.”
Her expression told me nothing until a sly smile tipped her lips upward.
“Will you fuck me already?” Her brazenness was certainly a surprise, and I loved I was the one who brought it out in her.
Her fingers raked up and down my back, trying to grip me closer, enticing me to push inside her.
Well, goddamn it. It worked. So much for having her beg.
“Okay, love. I’ll give you exactly what you need,” I promised as I reached over and grabbed a condom from the bedside table. After I was covered, I gripped my thickness and lined up against her sex, pushing inside her very slowly. She was so tight it almost hurt. Almost. For the first time in my life, I actually wished I wasn’t as endowed as I was, the mere thought of hurting Sara too much. But there was nothing I could do about it so I made sure to take my time with her, pushing inside inch by painstaking inch.
When I was halfway in, her body tensed, immediately halting my intrusion.
Seeing the utter look of concern on my face, she halfheartedly smiled, brought her legs up and wrapped them around my waist, opening herself up a little more for me. Even though it helped, I knew she was still in pain and there wasn’t a thing I could do to take it away. Not until I was fully inside, at least.
“I’m sorry, baby, but this is going to hurt, if only for a few seconds. I can’t do anything about it.” I felt like shit knowing I was the one who was going to be inflicting the pain, but it was necessary to move forward.
Like ripping off a Band-Aid, I thrust forward until we were fully joined. If I hadn’t been lying on top of her she would have shot right off the damn bed. But I was pinning her down, so she had nowhere to go.
Her body tightened, her hands pawing at my hips as if she was trying to push me off her. But she never said a word. Only a single tear escaped, breaking me in two at seeing her distress coating her cheek.
My heart beat wildly inside my chest. I thought for sure she would have heard it, but her eyes never gave way to noticing anything other than her own unfortunate discomfort.
I made sure not to move too quickly, giving her enough time to accommodate me. Plus, if I’d started right away, I would’ve been done in no time at all.
“You are so unbelievably tight,” I said through controlled breaths. “I don’t want to embarrass myself, so I’m going to go slow for now.”
After I reasoned enough time had passed, I started to move, inviting her to find her own rhythm the more comfortable she became. Her initial shock at my intrusion was gone, her back arching and the heels of her feet pressing into the backs of my thighs, silently encouraging me to quicken my pace. I rotated my hips, around and around. As she would match my rhythm, I’d switch it up, making sure our joining would last as long as possible.
Mid-thrust, I asked, “Are you okay? Does it still hurt?” She didn’t answer me right away, instead driving her nails into the hot skin of my back. “Sara,” I warned. When she still didn’t respond, I stopped altogether. Her frown told me everything. “Answer me or I’ll stop right now.” She remained silent, calling my bluff. As I started to withdraw from her body, she dug her heels harder into my thighs.
“Yes, Alek. I’m fine,” she groaned.
Well, that’s a shot to my ego if ever there was one.
“You’re fine?” I asked, a look of displeasure obvious on my scrunched-up face.
“Yeah. Why? What’s the problem?”
She had no idea what she’d said. I was going to change that fine to a spectacular. The big guy down below demanded it. Leaning closer, I buried my face in her neck, nipping and tasting her salty skin. “How about this?” I asked as I reached down and gripped her ass, pushing her further into me. Thrust. Rotate. Thrust. Withdraw halfway. Thrust again. Her low screams told me she loved it. “Are you still fine?”
Understanding was written all over her face, a sly smile surfacing as she bit her lip. Her eyes were hooded, desire evident in every l
ook she gave me. I didn’t need her to answer me; I knew I’d made my point.
Increasing my speed, I needed her submission. “You’re mine now, Sara. Tell me you’re mine,” I grunted. My breathing became harsh and ragged, my heart threating to detonate into a million pieces. Her writhing body beneath me only spurred me further, the sounds she made driving me mad. I wanted nothing more than to devour her, so in a rush of ecstasy, I latched on to her heavy breast, gently biting her nipple until it hardened in my mouth.
“Tell me,” I repeated, ravaging her mouth next.
“I’m yours, Alek. Only yours.” Five glorious words was all it took to push me toward finishing.
“Are you close, baby? I can’t hold off much longer.” I needed her to come again, and I was doing my best to make sure she did.
“Yes, so close.” She closed her eyes and matched my rhythm once again, bringing her quickly to her own release.
“Look at me, Sara. I want to watch as you come on my cock. I want to feel you pulsate and unravel around me.”
Her eyes immediately connected with mine. She tangled her fingers in my hair and as her orgasm ripped through her, she tugged with all her might. A slight sting shot through me, but it was the most delicious pain I’d ever felt.
“I can feel you throbbing around me,” I groaned. “I can’t take it anymore. I’m gonna come!” I shouted. A few more thrusts and I was releasing myself inside her, her walls coaxing every last bit of pleasure from me.
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After we both had our breathing under control, we laid there for a few minutes, not moving or saying anything. My heavy limbs were surely squishing the life from her. I withdrew and rolled beside her, wrapping the condom in a tissue and disposing of it in a nearby waste basket.
“Are you okay? Was I too rough?” I was genuinely concerned I’d lost control and had hurt her.
“Not at all. It was more wonderful than I could have ever imagined. Truly, it was.”
Needless to say, I was both relieved and pleased with her response. “I can’t tell you how happy it makes me you chose me to be your first, Sara. And hopefully your last, if I have anything to say about it.” I couldn’t help myself; it had to be said.
From the look on her face, she was clearly shocked.
“I’m serious. The thought of any other man touching you drives me insane. I don’t even want to think about what I would do. Jealousy is a very new feeling to me. But then again, I’ve never felt about any other woman the way I feel about you. I hope it doesn’t scare you.” I was secretly hoping I’d not said too much. Or the wrong thing.
“No, it doesn’t scare me, Alek.”
A few moments of silence passed before we spoke again, and it was pure torment.
“What’s going on in that mind of yours, woman? You look like you’re deep in thought.” I trailed my fingertips over her firm belly, loving the feel of her naked skin. “I hope you’re not regretting what just happened.” She didn’t answer right away and it made me more than nervous, although she couldn’t tell because my face was expressionless.
Thankfully, she put me out of my misery quickly. “No, I don’t regret it for one second. How could you think such a thing?” She was staring straight ahead, avoiding eye contact with me for some reason.
“Well, I know how some women get after sex. Confusion sets in as to whether or not they should leave. Or stay.”
She whipped her head in my directions so fast, it was almost inhuman. “What the hell? I don’t want to listen to how other women react after you’ve had sex with them.” Her eyes lit up in hurt. “Are you trying to piss me off right now?” Folding her arms over her breasts, she turned over on her side, blocking me out completely.
I loved her feistiness. Lightly chuckling, I reached over to pull her closer but she wasn’t budging. Moving further away from me, she tried to scoot over toward the other side of the bed.
I caught her hand before she fled.
“Sara, come on. Come here. That’s not what I meant at all. I was merely trying to say I’ve heard sometimes, some women, out there in the universe, feel a certain way after having sex. That’s all. You can tell me how you’re feeling without having to worry I’ll be upset, or put off, or whatever way you think I’m going to be. Fuck, now I’m just rambling.”
She took a deep breath before joining me again. Resting her head on my chest did wonders in calming my erratic breathing. I’d thought I’d really fucked up for a second, her reaction a little over-the-top from what I was going for. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her into me, my free hand playing with the strands of her dark hair.
I felt her smile against my skin, causing me to close my eyes in triumph. We both seemed to exhale at the same time and before we knew it, we’d drifted off into a deep slumber.
~18~
Sara
The next two months passed by in a blur. Alek and I enjoyed each other’s company, going out to dinner, even taking in the occasional movie. I’d spent time at his house, and in turn he’d stayed over at my apartment, a feat I was sure made him a bit uncomfortable although he never said a word. His place was much nicer than mine, every amenity under the sun there. Still, he never complained.
Everything was progressing perfectly.
It was the happiest I’d been in a really long time.
One particular evening, we’d made plans to have a late dinner. Alek had recently arrived back into town, and instead of him going home and getting a decent night’s sleep, he wanted nothing more than to see me. I was thrilled, anticipating seeing his gorgeous face again. I felt like it’d been forever since I’d been near him, let alone touched him. In reality, it had only been four days.
Four very long, lonely days.
“Are we still on for tonight, babe?” he asked, his sexy voice penetrating my phone. It had been a busy day, and I was really looking forward to having a nice, quiet dinner with my man. Then afterwards, we both knew what was going to happen.
What’s the saying? Fuck like bunnies? Well, although the saying wasn’t too appealing, it was exactly what we’d been doing. We simply couldn’t keep our hands off one another.
“Of course. I’ll be closing up in an hour or so. Are you picking me up, or did you want me to meet you there?” I wiped the sweat from my brow. I would have liked to say it was because I was running around like crazy, my body overheating from the exertion, but the simple truth was I had no idea why I was getting hot all of a sudden.
And it wasn’t the horny kind of hot, either.
No matter. In a couple short hours, I’ll be spending some time with Alek.
“I’ll pick you up. You know I don’t like you driving by yourself at night.”
“I’m not eighty. I can see in the dark.” I laughed because he was being irrational. As usual.
“Sara,” he warned.
“Fine. I’m only trying to help you out.”
“Well, there’s no need. I don’t mind. Not at all.”
After we hung up, I tried my best to finish straightening up so everything would be ready come the morning. But the more time passed, the worse I felt.
Finally, when the day was done and the shop had been closed, I made my way home, feeling as if I was going to pass out during the drive to my apartment.
My hands were clammy and I was finding it difficult to breathe, my stomach flipping around so much I thought I’d have to pull over just so I could rid myself of whatever was inside my belly. My temples started to throb, no doubt indicative of one hell of a headache coming my way.
I’d barely put my key in the door when my cell rang.
“Hello,” I whispered. I didn’t even have the energy for a more audible response.
“Sara? What’s wrong?” Alek asked, panic rising in his voice. “Are you okay?”
“Yes. Well…no. I don’t think I can go out tonight,” I said, trying my best to breathe through the nausea ripping through me yet again.
“Are you sick?”
Ding.
Ding. Ding. He hit the nail on the head. Shit! I haven’t felt like this in so long. I forgot how crappy being sick is.
I couldn’t even muster enough strength to answer him, my mouth watering the sicker I felt. It was a sure sign I’d be visiting the porcelain God very soon.
I took a few steady breaths to calm myself. It didn’t work.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll be there as soon as I can,” he offered.
“No, Alek. I don’t know what this is yet, and I don’t want to get you sick.”
There was a pregnant pause before he blurted, “I’ll be there in an hour.”
Before I could even gather any strength to argue, he hung up.
~19~
Sara
I was trying to envision a healthier me, but I couldn’t remember what it was like to not feel like this. I knew I was being a baby, but it was specific times like this which made me miss Gram even more than usual. She was always there to take care of me when I didn’t feel well, which thankfully wasn’t often. She would feed me the necessary medication and then make me her special chicken noodle soup. When I wasn’t up for the noodles, she would feed me the broth instead.
My one saving grace was that the following day was Sunday, which meant I didn’t have to bother Matt with taking care of the shop. Lots of rest and fluids was definitely what the doctor ordered.
As I made my way toward my bed, not even bothering undressing, I was thankful I had given Alek a key two weeks prior. Because there was no way I would have been able to make it to the door to let him in. The living room wasn’t far, but it felt like a hundred miles away.
Staring at the ceiling, I tried to focus on anything but being sick. But it was impossible. The more I tried to convince myself I was okay, the more my body revolted against me.
I barely made it to the bathroom before my stomach turned on me. I hadn’t eaten since seven the night before, so I was surprised there was anything even left in my system to get rid of. I thought I would have felt better afterward, but I didn’t. All I could do was lie on the bathroom floor, welcoming its coolness on my damp skin. Thankfully, I’d cleaned the entire room two days ago. But then again, the way I was feeling, I couldn’t care less if it wasn’t up to par.