Having succeeded in undressing me, he kneeled on the bed and removed his own clothes, revealing his chiseled physique. My eyes widened as I took in the sight of his toned body.
I couldn’t take my eyes off his broad shoulders and defined chest. My gaze traced the contours of his abs, and I felt a flutter in my stomach.
“Can’t look away, can you?” he teased as he unbuckled his belt, and I felt a flush rising to my cheeks.
I nodded, my voice caught in my throat. The tone of his voice was surprisingly seductive, blending with my own desire, but I couldn’t help but feel a bit… nervous. I kept biting my lower lip while my toes curled relentlessly. This was my first time; I hadn’t even done foreplay, let alone have a guy finger inside me. I had kept my virginity guarded for him… for so long, and I was ready to surrender it to him. What if I wasn’t good enough? What if it hurt?
His brow shot up as if sensing my apprehension. “Are you… okay?” he asked, his hand hovering by his zipper.
Oh boy, he got me. I shook my head, brushing the disturbing thoughts away. “Yep,” I replied, but he wasn’t so convinced.
My eyes remained fixed on him as he slowly unzipped his pants. “You’re nervous,” he remarked, stopping halfway, but I quickly denied it, not wanting to ruin the moment. “No, I’m not. I’m super ready,” I raised my voice higher than intended just to conceal my nervousness.
Having fully convinced him, he crawled closer, his body hovering over mine. His warmth radiated onto my skin, sending me into a state of ecstasy all over again.
“I have always wanted to see what’s underneath your shirt…” I whispered, my hand reaching out to touch his chest as my eyes wandered over him as if he were a piece of snack. Well, I needed to focus and burn out my nervousness. I had wanted this moment for so long. There was no stopping this.
“Such dirty thoughts you have,” he whispered back, nuzzling his lips on my earlobe as he pressed himself against me.
His weight pushed me to the bed; my body bounced, and despite the interruption, my fingers continued to explore his torso, tracing the lines of his muscles. His skin felt hot beneath my touch, and I proceeded to explore the other parts of him-the charred territory just beneath his abdomen.
I breathed, my eyes locked onto his while my hand roamed downwards.
He groaned as I held his member. His eyes never left mine, with an intensity that made my skin crawl in anticipation. His hardness now sprang free, filling my palm, all the while gliding through my sensitive spot. He assisted me, covering my hand. The slow, deliberate strokes ignited a fire within me. My back shot up as I pushed myself closer; my body was moving on its own as my moans grew louder.
He increased the pace, sliding his cock through my hole faster, almost at the brink of thrusting it inside me.
I couldn’t hold myself together any longer as my body vibrated with each tantalizing glide. Pleasure overwhelmed me, and I felt myself slipping over the edge. My feet dragged across the bedsheet as a loud moan escaped my lips.
All my senses were gone as my passion took over. Reason and rational thought fled, leaving only primal desire.
My body responded instinctively, craving more; my wetness already dangling from my core. As I felt swept away, my body responded, shuddering as waves of ecstasy washed over me.
Just as I thought it was over, he positioned himself at my entrance and slowly slid one finger inside me. Deeper, penetrating my hole with ease, my eyes widened, and I felt my breath catch in my throat. The sudden invasion was both shocking and exhilarating, sending my head spinning. My vision blurred at the edges as he added another finger, stretching me further.
While two fingers were inside me, he added another finger, stroking a spot that made my entire body tremble. My mouth opened in a silent scream as he began to move them as though he owned every inch of me.
Damn this man. He wasn’t even speaking, just so focused on making me scream. But all my screams were lost in my throat, with stray tears almost flowing down my eyes.
Was I this sensitive, or was he just good at this?
He continued without breaks, faster, adding more fingers, and this time I couldn’t take it anymore. A loud gasp tore from my throat as my hips tilted upward, seeking more of his touch despite my voice seemingly doing the opposite. “Mr. Clinton… please…” I muttered under my breath, and I was sure he didn’t hear me clearly.
“You’re so tight,” he groaned with one final thrust, and as if sensing my pleasure and discomfort, he released me. “Don’t take your eyes off me,” he demanded, his eyes burning with lust-something I had never seen in him before. I locked onto his gaze, my heart pounding.
With one slow thrust, his cock filled me whole, suddenly going deeper, and my thighs shuddered as a sharp pain shot through me. I gasped, my back arching off the bed.
“Are you okay?” he asked, concern etched on his face as he quickly pulled away.
I nodded, my voice lost, and I knew he understood what happened just now.
“You’re still a virgin?” he raised an eyebrow, incredulous. Why was he so surprised? Did he think I was messing around on campus, just like my father sometimes says?
I chuckled, and that was the answer he needed. With an awkward smile, I made sure to maintain eye contact. I noticed his hesitation as he moved to the side, but before he could get off me, I grabbed his arm, flashing him a stern look.
“Don’t you think about backing off, mister. We haven’t even begun yet.” I pursed my lips, keeping my serious expression. He just chuckled and stared at me for a brief second before he replied.
“I wasn’t backing off; I was going to get a condom.”
“Oh… I see.” I purred with a sly smile. “So, you still had one in this house, or did you buy it earlier today?” I raised an eyebrow, waiting for his response.
“Well…” he paused and said nothing else. That was an answer, and I understood.
It didn’t take long for him to slip one on, all the while never taking his eyes off me, and I, on the other hand, couldn’t look away.
He entered me slowly and filled me completely. The pain still lingered but was suppressed by the pleasure building up as he began to move, slow and deliberately.
As I rode the waves of ecstasy, he thrust deeper and faster, sending my legs convulsing with each thrust. I could already feel my eyes welling up as I silently cried in pleasure. I had been trying to suppress my moans for so long, but I couldn’t anymore. My moans grew louder, mingling with his groans as I slowly reached orgasm. Our bodies moved in perfect sync, our pleasure building together.
Without warning, he pulled himself away from me and flipped me over, making me lie on my stomach.
He gently lifted my hips, positioning me for deeper penetration, his hands grasping my curves.
He pressed his chest against my back as his lips brushed against my ear, sending shivers down my body.
My muscles tensed up, but his next thrust forced me to relax. “Mr. Cl…” I trailed off, my voice lost in a moan as he hit the perfect spot.
My eyes were shut as pleasure washed over me; my moans were muffled under the sheets as his chest hit my back. It was as if he was slamming himself into me, and I swear if someone had told me this gentleman was so dominant in bed, I would have never believed it.
Initially, in the kisses, I took the lead, but now it was obvious who was taking the lead during sex. In fact, I was barely holding on.
The next second, his hot breath on my neck as he peppered kisses all over me while his hands crawled up to my breasts and his fingers began to tease my nipples, sending electric shocks through my body, making my back arch even more and my hips press into his. His thumbs circled my peaks, drawing a moan from my lips as his lips continued their gentle assault on my neck.
While he made claims on my breasts, his mouth trailed down to my shoulder, making me shiver as if surrendering to his every touch.
The sound of his flesh slapping against mine grew louder, mingling with his labored breathing. Our bodies moved in perfect sync, the tension building. His hands grasped my hips, pulling me closer as he drove deeper.
Suddenly, my vision blurred, and I felt myself tumbling over the edge. My muscles contracted with every slide, making me shudder.
He let out an exhausted sigh, his body also stiffening as he released a guttural groan. He collapsed onto me, and we lay there, entwined, our bodies slick with sweat, our hearts still racing. The only sound was our ragged breathing and the faint hum of the air conditioner.
Eventually, he rolled off me, pulling me into a tender embrace. “You’re incredible,” he whispered, his lips brushing my ear.
I chuckled as I lifted my face to look at him. “You never cease to surprise me, Clinton,” I breathed out in amusement; the intense sex from just now was still fresh in my mind. It was like he transformed, and it was a stark contrast to his initial reserved nature. So this was what he was hiding, huh?
“How many sides do you have? I’d like to see more of you,” I smiled and nestled deeper into his chest. He didn’t respond immediately but just cradled me close as he pulled up the blanket. “There’s so much you don’t know, Sarah, but you will soon,” he finally spoke up, his grip tightening around my waist.
I can’t wait. I really want to explore every side of him inside and out and discover all the hidden facets of his personality, the ones he only reveals when his guard is down.
I let out a deep breath, shut my eyes, and let my lips curve into a soft, euphoric smile.