by Rae Daniel
He moves his mouth down to my chest.
“Jim.”
“Yes, sugar?”
“I need to tell you something.”
“No boyfriend is going to stand in my way. Get rid of him. You’re mine now.”
Oh my God, my pussy just started flinching. I have no idea if this is normal or if I should be concerned. My pussy could be falling off for all I know. I’m sure it’s normal but I’m definitely not going to ask the good doctor here.
“No, no it’s nothing like that.”
“Good. Now what’s the matter?”
“Well, I don’t know how to say this.”
“You’re a virgin.”
How did he…
“How did you...?” I pull back from our frantic makeout session to look at him.
“You filled out the questionnaire at the hospital and I review all paperwork before consulting a patient.”
“I’m beyond embarrassed. There aren’t many twenty-five year old virgins.”
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about, but I will tell you this, I’m glad you reminded me. We’re moving this party to the bedroom. Kitchen will be after that. Where’s your bedroom?”
Chapter Eight: Saying Goodbye to an Old Friend
Anne
Before I can even think, Jim sweeps me up and waits for me to tell him where to go. I am completely taken aback which makes me forget why he is waiting. Two seconds later I feel a swift swat on my thigh.
Snapping back to reality, “Oh yes, up stairs at the end of the hall.”
He wastes no time and immediately begins to march upstairs. Straight into my master suite. I’m glad that I had it renovated when I first moved it. It’s my sanctuary. It’s as wide as the house is and being that it’s the last room in the back, it has two huge historical windows that let the light pour in. To the right is a massive king size bed, covered in my favorite white down comforter.
Jim lays my feet gently on the hardwood floor and starts to undress me at the same time I begin to undress him. In tandem we take each others shirts off. Before he moves to take my bra off he stills my hands, forcing them to drop to my sides. He takes one breast into his hand, while the other pulls my bra down seeking for my nipple. This is hot. Feeling his smooth and capable hands on me, is hot. Seeing him touch me, combining all of the emotions, nearly sends me over the edge.
“Beautiful.”
Slowly I move my hands to his waist. I’ve watched plenty of porn, I know what is about to come next. After I find the waist to his dark jeans I pop open the first button. When he feels me open up his jeans, he moves my hands aside and slowly moves his fingers up my arms, using the edge of his nails, leaving a trail of goosebumps. His hands move around to my back unhooking my bra as he slides the straps back down my arms, dropping it to the floor.
“Perfect.”
He’s become a bit of a caveman, only expressing himself in very short sentences, mostly of the one word variety.
“Anne, I want you to be prepared. I’m going to go slow with you because it’s your first time. It’s going to hurt. There is nothing that I can do about that, but I can try and take away as much of the pain as I can. Now take your pants and underwear off. Then, go sit on the bed.”
Okay, when direction is needed, caveman takes a break for a few.
Not two seconds later I feel a sharp spank to my bottom.
“Now.”
Caveman’s back.
As I remove my pants and underwear I notice him do the same thing but he leaves his boxer briefs on. Damn, do they hold tight a snug package. That bump and bulge is impressive.
“Now, spread your legs.”
He sees me hesitate before he bends down to a crouching position in front of me.
“I need to get you nice and comfortable first, sugar. Now spread your legs and lie back, but don’t take your eyes off of me. I want you to see me, when I make you mine.”
I spread my legs and lie back on my elbows in record time.
This gun be gud.
He stares at my pussy for a good minute before I hear, “Holy fuck. I’m gonna make that sweet pussy wet. You’ll be begging me for my cock. Is that what you want, Anne? Do you want to beg me for my cock?”
“Fuck yes. Can I beg for it now so you stop staring at my vajayjay? I’m a bit embarrassed over here.”
“No. You have nothing to be embarrassed about, sugar. You have a gorgeous pussy and I am going to eat the living shit out of it, until you scream my name.”
Without further adieu, he plants soft kisses from my knee down to my center, alternating legs as he goes along the way. His lips feel soft as his breath starts to warm the spots made cool by his sensual kisses. He slowly makes it to my center, kissing gently all around the area. As he makes it to the top of my mound his tongue begins to lightly play with my clit. His subtle tease leaves me wanting more as he continues his ministrations. When I fear that he will never move as deep as I need him to, his hand appears, sliding one finger inside of me then back out. Covering the center with my own arousal; he inhales deeply. “You smell so sweet, sugar.”
I never would have guessed that having a man between my legs would feel this erotic and sexy. When I start to get used to the new sensation, he changes it up and moves his mouth back over my clit.
“Easy sugar, it’s not going to hurt. Have you used a vibrator before?”
“Only the super small bullet ones, I didn’t want to break the hymen.”
“Good girl. I’m not going to break it either. Keep still while I dip my finger inside. I can’t stop from doing it. I want to drown in your pussy. It tastes beyond good, sugar.”
Oh Lord a girl could get used to this. As I revel in his seductive words, I feel him slowly insert his finger between my slick folds, slowly moving it in and out. He then starts to move his tongue on my clit in a back and forth motion. I am very close to going over the edge now.
As he coats his fingers they start to roam to the the back door, aka my ass. I don’t know if I am down with this but up until this point, he’s only done something for my pleasure. I decide to wait to see what he has planned. I’ve always been curious about everything sex wise, that anal has not gone unnoticed. I’m intrigued by how this will play into the mix even if we have no plans on doing any anal. Slowly he runs his finger over my tight bud and my whole body zings.
Holy shit, that was awesome.
“You like that?”
“Yes!”
His answer is an easy chuckle. I guess I was a bit overzealous in my answer. Soon, he goes back to fingering my center and tight rear entrance, alternating at the moment when I think I am going to lose it. I am worked up into a frenzy at this point as he starts to move his finger in and out quicker and quicker. He then proceeds to suck harder on my clit and violently begins to shake his head from left to right.
I burst. I have no choice. He’s lead me down a path that no amount of embarrassment or self-consciousness can fight with and I am screaming his name.
“Jim! Oh fucking, shit! Don’t you stop, don’t you ever fuckinnnggg stoppp! Right there, yes Jim, yes!”
As I scream my climax he slowly brings me back down to earth, kissing the insides of my thighs, alternating between each leg.
“It’s time, sugar. Have you ever seen a man’s cock before?”
“Uhmmmm.”
“No need to be shy, sugar. Tell me so that I can teach you what you need to know.”
“No. Not in real life anyway.”
“Good girl. Roll over towards me and place your hands on my waist band. I want you to take off my underwear.”
“You really should wear boxers. Studies show that briefs of any kind can decrease your sperm count.”
Palm to forehead. He is going to think that I am such a huge nerd.
He looks at me with a smile in his eyes. “Do you plan to get pregnant today, sugar?”
“No.”
“Then we’ll table that discussion for another day. Get your han
ds on my boxers now before I explode.”
“Yes, sir.”
I hear a feral growl. “Oh sugar, you don’t know what you just did to me.”
We lock eyes with each other for what feels like minutes before I raise my hands up and start to remove his underwear. As I shift them down to his thighs I see one of the largest cocks that I’ve ever seen, outside of a porno. Has to be eight if not nine inches long and it’s pointing right at my pussy like a dagger.
“I think your stick wants to play in my hole, by the way that it’s eyeing it like a Christmas present.”
“My stick is going to take your hole so firmly and slowly, that your hole will miss this stick the moment it pulls out.”
“My hole is pouting already. Feel it, she’s sort of crying too.” I grab his hand and place it firmly over wet my mound. “That’s what the wetness is down there. It’s tears. Tears for your dick.”
Chuckling, he removes his boxer briefs the rest of the way. “Never fear, sugar. Your tears are safe with me. All of them. I’ll never make you cry over me or my stick. Anytime you want to have a playdate, call and he’ll come running. Now, stop stalling and get your hands on my dick.”
Tentatively, I did what he asked and reached for his dick. Hearing his sharp intake of breath I take that as encouragement and slowly move my hands up and down his shaft. A small bead of moisture escapes the head allowing me to rub it over him with my thumb.
“Oh God, Anne don’t fucking stop.” He leans forward, wrapping his arm around me he pulls me in closer letting our foreheads touch. In a tortured whisper I hear him murmur, “Please God, don’t stop.”
His head falls back a shade and his eyes close.
I have to say this back to him. I can’t hold it back. “Open your eyes.”
His head pops up and his eyes lock onto mine.
“Don’t take your eyes off of me. I want you to see me, when I make you mine.”
He lets out a low growl as I quickly hop up on my knees and push him onto his back. Before he knows what’s about to happen, I jump in between his legs and place my hands on his cock again, pulling his engorged shaft towards me, allowing it to stand straight up. As I get settled, I notice that he’s intently holding eye contact with me. I doubt an earthquake could shake his resolve to stare into my eyes when I make him mine.
Seeing that we are both right where I want us, I start to run my hands up and down his thick shaft. I have no idea if I am doing this right but if his dark stormy eyes are any indication, I’m on the right track. I lower my lips slowly to his cock and wipe away another bead of precum that is leaking out with my tongue, coating my lips with his moisture. I hear a low growl while I rock back and forth a bit to get more in, relaxing the muscles in my throat. I learned years ago that I have no gag reflex so, he’s going to enjoy this next trick that I’ve been dying to try.
I prop myself up on my knees a bit more and sink down. I sink a little more, licking the underside of his shaft with my tongue while I go further and further until my lips are touching his pelvis.
He breathes in sharply. “Holy fucking shit! I’m gonna come. Please God, stop. I want to be buried in you so fucking deep when I come the first time.” He quickly grabs me and pushes me onto my back. Before I know it, he is between my legs, rolling a condom on.
“This is going to hurt a bit, sugar. We’ve been playing long enough and you came a few minutes ago. It won’t be as bad. Relax a bit for me.”
I rest my head back and place my arms on his shoulders. I feel him center his cock and slowly push in, instantly making me tense up.
“Shhh sugar, relax. Take a deep breath. It won’t be bad at all.”
I ease back again at his soothing words and feel him move a bit more until he hits resistance. Screwing my eyes shut as hard as I can, I remember to breath deeply and try to focus on something other than the imminent pain that is about to happen.
“Open your eyes.”
He slowly brushes a few strands of hair off of my face as I look into his now deep blue eyes. Kissing each cheek he whispers, “Don’t take your eyes off of me. I want you to see me, when I make you mine.”
My eyes open wide as I take him in.
He surges the rest in, spreading me wide and making me gasp before I can fully get prepared. He instantly stops all movement, kissing up my gasps and whispers, “You’re doing fantastic, sugar. That’s it. No more pain. I promise. You’re mine now.”
He gives me a few seconds to gain my composure before he starts moving again. His whole body is radiating with tension, literally showing how much he is trying to hold himself back from pounding into me. Nevertheless he starts to move in and out, slowly but surely.
“Fuck you feel good, sugar. Your little pussy is nice and tight around my cock. You’re gonna milk me dry, aren’t you? Yeah, you are. I am going to fuck the shit out of you before the night is over but right now, you get it slow and steady.”
His dirty talk is almost too much for me to take. In the ER and during the follow-up visit, he was comforting and gentle, hearing him speak like this is hot. As he soothes me like a kitten, he begins to slowly pump his hips in and out with his forearms around my head, caging me in. He is watching my every reaction, kissing me in between every stroke.
Basically out of breath I am able to pant out only a few words, “Your dick feels so good. Why did I wait this long to do this?”
“You were waiting for me.”
And with that statement my heart warmed up a bit.
This man.
This man could slay me and I think that I would happily let it happen. He is caring and compassionate, funny and smart. Perfect.
As I get more and more comfortable his hips start to increase in pressure and movements. He is solidly pumping into me now and I am climbing higher and higher with each thrust, clawing at his back and lifting my hips to meet his.
“You’re mine Anne, all of you. Say it.”
“Yours. I’m all yours, Jim. Please God, don’t fucking stop. I’m so close to coming. Yes, right there.”
His body is pumping into me wildly as he snakes his hand under my ass and lifts my hips slightly. A little bit ago I was in pain but Jim has treated me with such care, that I feel nothing but sheer bliss while I climb higher and higher.
“Oh, Jim. Fuck, that’s it.”
He reaches his other hand down to my clit and he begins to rub, just enough but not too much to make me go.
Damn it. Damn him!
My body wants release so bad I can taste it. As I fear that he will never push me over the edge again, he pinches my clit. Hard, and I burst. I explode all over his dick and scream out everything in my head.
“Mother fucker! Oh Jesus, oh God. Jim, that feels fucking good.”
Tears start to prickle my eyes. I continue to burst open like a grenade and ride out one of the most explosive and intense orgasms that I’ve ever had. Being a virgin and only knowing self satisfaction, this is an easy statement to make. I feel like I’ve climbed a mountain only to be thrown down the other side in a breathless fall.
As I come back down to earth, I feel Jim’s hand move away from my clit as he reaches for my breast, still pumping and slamming into me. His other hand reaches around and grabs the back of my neck, securing me to him and staring deep into my eyes he whispers, “I’m yours.”
He then proceeds to unleash three hard and fast pumps as he hits his own climax while mine is drawing out.
“Oh fuck, Anne!” He shouts as he starts to shake from his release.
We lay down beside each other and both take in deep breaths. It’s then that I notice I have tears in my eyes. He slowly reaches a hand out to stroke my hair while he is still slightly shaking. I gather him into my arms, grabbing the blankets at the same time. Wearily he whispers into my ear, “I don’t think I can go another day without seeing you again. That was one of the longest weeks of my life. Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
“No, no. I’m fine. Settle down. Shhh. You’re st
ill shaking.”
“I’m feeling some pretty crazy feelings over here. And by the looks of it, you’re crying.”
I look down, softly sighing. I didn’t think my emotions were that evident but apparently the tears were harder to hide than I thought. “I think the feeling is mutual.”
We both calm down at that point. I place my hand on his trimmed beard and start to caresses his cheek, slowly drifting off to sleep. I’m feeling secure enough that he is not going anywhere. Secure enough that it’s not just a one sided feeling.
Goodbye Ms. Virginity. It’s been nice knowing you.
Chapter Nine: The Laundry
Anne
It’s been a week since Jim first came over to my house and we’ve seen each other every night. On Saturday morning I wake up a bit disoriented but completely encased in the warmest and most comforting embrace. Jim not only made love to me all week, he woke me up several times throughout the nights that he stayed over to repeat his affections. Being that I’ve thought of nothing else but this man for the last few weeks, I am reveling in this new aspect of my life.
Sexually active. Ahhh, what a great thing to be.
“Woman, hearing you moan like that, makes me want to plant my dick in you, making you moaning, because of me. What’s the sigh all about?”
“Your dick.”
“I knew it. Get over here.” He then proceeds to lift me up, swiftly placing me on top of him. I think we knock a lamp over or something, I’m not all that sure. I don’t really care. At five foot ten I’m no small thing, but he lifts me with such ease. I feel light as a feather.
“What are you plans today?”
“Well, yesterday I was supposed to be doing laundry but someone obliterated those chores. Why?”
“Because I want to be inside of you all day long. You can fold your towels while you are sitting on my dick. Now that we’ve got that settled; where is that laundry basket?”
I laugh, enjoying the way that we can’t get enough of each other. This honeymoon part of a relationship has got to be the best part. I’ve never experienced something like this, but the new part of a relationship is pretty fun. I start to get up and get ready for the day, but before I can make it off of the bed Jim grabs me and pulls me back down.