21. Alyssa
I was in seventh heaven.
I never knew that sex was this sweet but all the same, I was glad that I was having it with Pietro. I was glad that I had given him my first time because I don’t think any other man would make me feel this way.
He tugged at my heartstrings and my soul. He made me think of things that had never crossed my mind like marriage. He made me think of commitment if it meant that I would have that dick to myself.
“Turn around,” he commanded as he withdrew from me and my pussy protested and that was why I found myself spinning and lying on my stomach in a jiffy.
He then propped a pillow under my belly and my pussy was there for him to do with as he pleased and he entered me from there and I saw stars. No. I think I saw the diamonds that rain in Jupiter. It was so damned fine.
“Fuck!” I cried out.
“You like it?” He asked and I nodded to the mattress.
“Words, cara. Use words,” he said and I said a muffled yes as I moaned and groaned at what his dick was doing to me even without him moving.
“This is what you needed, no? This is why you followed me from that nightclub, because you wanted my dick. You’re a slut for it, aren’t you?” He talked dirty and that, without a warning, had an orgasm rumbling out me and I saw white as tears fell from my eyes and my mouth spouted obscenities and words I never would have said otherwise.
He moaned and then changed the angle slightly and he hit a spot that had me seeing stars again. I shouted as he found my g-spot. I closed my eyes and tried not to cum again so soon after the first one.
“That’s it, right there. That is the perfect spot,” said and then continued, “don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” I said huskily lost in the world of pleasure.
He pounded me, our bodies now slick with sweat and the smell of sex. Part of me wished I could see his face while he fucked me, so I could watch as the pleasure overtook him.
Next time. I thought as I promised myself that I wasn’t letting him go with just one fuck. I was going to get a second one.
He began shaking, his muscles clenching. “My dick. Romp me, amore. Move,” he said and I did.
My lips curled into a cruel smile as I started moving up and down and evey time I moved upwards, his hood would meet mine and his dick would hit that spop that would make me scream and then go for another one.
I liked him begging and desperate for me even though he was already in me. More than anything I wanted to make him to cum in my pussy though I knew it would be strange to ask for that seeing that this was out first time together like this.
Nothing in the world felt better than the sex he was giving me. No.
I felt my clit tremble and twitch and I went to touch it so that I could give it flicks for a better experience.
“Don’t dare touch it, Lysa. Don’t touch it. I’m all you need. Only me,” he groaned and he kept at it.
If I hadn’t cum moments ago, I wouldn’t have lasted long and my body was asking for another orgasm. Already I could feel my toes drawing tighter, but I wanted him to come too and I also didn’t want to seem too eager.
No idea why it mattered all
of a sudden, but it did.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted, his head hanging down and he was now kissing my back anywhere he could reach. “Fuck, I think I’m close, cara.”
Slick slaps of our hips meeting filled the room, our exhales picking up in volume.
He grabbed my hair for leverage and yanked me back toward him. At the same time, he was riding me properly.
With a few more thrusts, his muscles contracted and he shouted to the ceiling. My body began milking his, squeezing him as his climax went on and on. It was too good that I couldn’t take it anymore.
After a few more thrusts from him, pleasure burst through me, rushing up my legs and out my pussy. The orgasm dragged me under, leaving me helpless as jets of cum from him shot into the latex and I could feel his dick twitching as he poured his seed out.
As it ebbed, he slumped over me and tried to regain his breath. I was weak and dizzy, like he had turned me inside out.
“That had been fucking amazing. A thousand times better than a quick blow job in a club,” he said and I smiled.
Didn’t that mean that he loved it and he might ask to meet again? I hoped so.
After we both caught out breaths, he rolled to the mattress beside me and I removed the pillow beneath me and lay there and he turned me.
“You are an angel cara. And your pussy is so good that I didn’t want to cum,” he said and I felt heat creep up my face.
“What should I say?” I said so as it diffuse the blush.
“Say that we will do this again another day. After all, I am your first and I would be honoured to keep you,” he said and I did a retake.
What did he say? I didn’t want to believe it and I didn’t want him to think that h was too eager.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Are you in pain? Are you sore?” He asked me and changed the topic without repeating himself.
I must have been dreaming then.
I started listening to my body and I didn’t feel any aches.
“Maybe I will feel it later but I am okay,” I answered trying to hide the disappointment that was in my voice.
I then watched as he slid the condom from his semi hard dick and that’s when he saw it.
“Is this… is this blood? Madre di dios! It’s true I took your first time, cara. Bonta! How could I let you go after that then?”
I think I heard it well this time.