by Dark Angel
"You came really heard, babe," he smirks proudly as I struggle to catch my breath.
Thomas kisses my cheek and begins to move back down my body, but I can’t take anymore of this foreplay. I want him, and I want him now. I ‘ve waited long enough and made him wait long enough. I want to feel him inside of me and I can’t stand to put it off another second.
"Thomas, please," I beg him, as my fingernails claw at his shoulders.
"Slow down, baby. I have to ease you into this. I’m not going to hurt you," he glances up, locking eyes with me to let me know how serious he is.
"You won’t hurt me," I promise, trying to look as confident as possible.
"Nicole, if I don’t get you super wet, I’ll never fit. You’ve got the tightest…" His voice fades as a smirks spreads across his face. His mouth is back on my sex before I can think of a rebuttal, and with that all of my thoughts turn to mush as I submit to his will, a slave under his spell.
"Yes," I moan, my body contorting to feel him best.
This time, my body builds much quicker, and knowing what’s happening and what to expect makes it less scary as I race toward another climax. Sliding two fingers inside me, Thomas moves in circles, as if he’s making room for his grand entrance. The pleasure of him stretching me is divine, and I feel my breathing grow erratic as I inch toward another explosion.
"Mmm…" Thomas hums with my sex in his mouth, causing a strange vibration to rock through me. It feel like my opening is vibrating and I’m left right at the brink, needing the slightest push to fall over board.
Just then he takes my clit in his mouth and sucks gently, and it is my undoing as a second orgasm pours out of me, my voice weak and high pitched as I cry his name. As soon as I begin to come down from my release, my body still on a climactic high, Thomas climbs my body, kissing me deeply, and I taste myself on his tongue.
"Now you’re ready," he whispers against my lips as he positions himself between my legs.
My heart rate goes through the roof when I feel the head of his massive cock at my opening, resting against my clit. I want to feel him so bad, to bring him the same pleasure he’s brought me. Looking into my eyes, I can see my innocence reflected in his eyes for a split second. I know he understands how much this means, and there’s no doubt I can trust him with being my first.
"I’m ready," I nod while answering his silent question.
"It’s gonna hurt a little, okay?" He asks and I nod as he leans down, kissing me deeply, urgently, his tongue dancing in my mouth as a thick, hard rod plunging inside me, tearing my flesh in the process.
A scream races from my mouth, but Thomas swallows my pain, wrapping his arms around me as he slowly slides out of me, before re-entering me, this time going even further. I moan this time, the pain blending to pleasure as he slides out and then back again.
"Are you okay?" He pulls away to check on me, his hips pausing as he hovers above me.
"Don’t stop!" My eyes fly open just long enough to see the look of desire in his eyes before he returns to thrusting into me, my insides curving to his manhood in a delicious way.
"Fuck!" he bites out, his mouth close to my ear as he buries his face in my neck.
"Oh, baby!" I moan, wrapping my arms and legs around him, rocking with him as he rhythmically thrusts in and out of me, his body moving like a wave, and I’m careful to ride right along with him. I can’t believe I’ve called him ‘baby’, but it just rolled off my tongue.
"You feel amazing," he groans, and the sound of satisfaction in his tone makes my stomach muscles clench as he digs deeper inside me.
"Oh God, Thomas!" I moan, gripping him tighter.
"Ungh! You’re so wet, baby… And so fucking tight," he groans, his hips surging forward and backward, as his long rod slides in and out of my slippery sex.
Our bodies our moving as one, as I hold onto him for dear life, wanting every inch. I swear he gets deeper with every thrust, and the sensation is stronger and stronger. The pain has completely faded, leaving nothing but physical bliss. The vibrations are back in my pelvis, this time stronger than ever. I can actually feel myself losing control, like I’m going in and out of consciousness as the sensations become too much to bear.
"Thomas! Baby!" I cry as another climax threatens to tear me apart.
"Fuck, baby," he groans, his hips lazy surging forward before slowly withdrawing. "You’re gonna make me cum calling my name like that."
His voice is deep and throaty, laced with sensuality and I know he means what he’s saying. Knowing I can cause him to lose control in the same way he does to me makes me feel like the most powerful woman in the world.
"Yes! Yes! Thomas, baby," I moan loudly, my voice melodic as my body climbs a mountain, reaching my physical peak of satisfaction.
"Oh, fuck," he growls in my ear when my nails dig into his back.
Increasing his pace, Thomas’ hips surge forward eve more aggressively, driving his length into me at an angle that hits the perfect place inside me over and over. There’s a treasure chest inside me, overflowing as I try my best to contain the overwhelming waves building in my chest.
The sensations are everywhere. I feel them throughout my body, and even my skin is super sensitive, so when Thomas begins kissing and sucking my neck I think I might explode on the spot. He knows just what to do to set my body on fire.
"I’m gonna… I’m gonna…" Oh God, my body feels like its vibrating and I know I’m seconds away from falling into another climax.
"Yeah, baby. You’re gonna cum for me again," He growls in my ear, placing his hand behind my knee to lift my leg. His hips rise and fall harshly into me rapidly, the intensity catching me by surprise.
"Oh, God! Thomas!" I plead, although I’m not sure what I want. I like the feeling of letting go and allowing my orgasm to wash over me, but this feels so amazing, in some ways I don’t want it to end. The vibrations scare me again, because they’re stronger than before and I feel unsure of what’s to come next.
My sex is stretched to its max as Thomas digs deep inside me, his deep groans pushing me further into my own bliss as I continue to build, the waves and vibrations working together to tickle me from the depths of my belly.
"Oh, Nicole… Fuck, baby," he’s moaning now, his thrusts less rhythmic and more desperate as he buck like an animal. His lack of control begins my onslaught.
"Yes! Thomas!" I cry.
"Tell me, baby," He leads me, his arms wrapped tightly around me, pulling me flush against him until it’s difficult for me to breathe.
"Oh! Baby, I’m… Oh, Thomas!" I cry, my control seeping through the cracks like water between fingers.
"Tell me, Nicole," he growls, his mouth so close to my skin that his words dampen my ear lobe.
"Thomas, baby… Baby… I’m cumming for you," the words are barely out of my mouth when I completely lose control, going to autopilot as Thomas’ hips rage erratically, slamming into me so roughly there’s a clapping sound each time our bodies collide.
"Say my name," he growls in my ear as my climax swallows me whole. I don’t even feel like myself, unable to hear or speak properly.
"Thomas," I moan, softly as first, but when I see the effect it has on him, pushing towards his own release, I moan louder until I’m yelling his name as he pounds into my with all his strength.
Lifting his body, balancing the weight on his elbows, he falls into me, my sex welcoming him greedily. He feels indescribable, better than I ever imagined sex could be. Lisa was wrong, or maybe she was just doing it wrong, because this was the best feeling in the world. I never wanted it to end.
"Ahh! Fuck!" Thomas groans before growling, his voice a booming roar as his hands grip my hips tightly, holding me in the perfect position for him as he pounds on magnificently.
"Thomas, baby… Yes! You feel amazing, baby," I moan softly, my hand stroking the back of his hair down to the nape of his neck as he hides his face in my neck.
Those masculine growls grow weaker as a
vulnerable tone laces his voice. He’s moaning, whining even, as his hips slow just a little, his eyes clenched shut and his jaw tense. I know he’s strokes away from exploding, so I wrap my legs tightly around him, clasping my ankles together, resting on the small of his back.
"Nicole," he moans and it’s the most erotic sound hearing him lose control, knowing his mind isn’t functioning normally, but it’s my name he remembers.
"Cum for me, baby," I repeat his earlier instruction knowing how much it turned me on and it seems to do the same for him.
"Fuck, baby! Oh shit! Nicole," He pumps into me three more times and then his body grows tense and stiff.
"Oh, Nicole, baby… Nicole…" His voice is weak and low. I know I wouldn’t be able to hear him if his mouth wasn’t so close to my ear.
Stilling inside of me as his arms squeeze me so tightly I’m a bit uncomfortable, and then I feel him twitch, inside of me. His cock spasms and I can actually feel his release. My pussy clenches instinctually, gripping his oozes manhood.
"Nicole! Oh, fuck! Do that again," he moans, begging, and I squeeze my pussy around him as he slides out of me and plunges in once more.
"Milk me, baby," he whispers and I clench down again as he buries himself inside me until he’s given me every drop of his pleasure.
Our bodies rise and fall dramatically together, each of us out of breath and panting, our bodies damp from the exertion of such intense energy. Sighing in ecstasy, Thomas lifts his head from my neck, looking me deeply in my eyes for an extended moment before leaning down. Lifting my head, I meet him halfway, and our lips meet in the middle, thankful and sated.
Our kiss is much more gentle than before, having expressed ourselves so perfectly already. Pulling out of me, he rolls over, settling beside me, before resting his head in his hand as he props himself up on his elbow.
"You’re incredible," he mutters, looking down at me and I feel my cheeks redden.
"Don’t get shy now," he teases and I cover my eyes, wanting to escape although there’s nowhere in the world I’d rather be than here with him.
I can’t believe I’ve actually lost my virginity, and in spectacular fashion If I do say so myself. My body is throbbing, my pussy lips swollen and sensitive.
"Are you okay?" He asks after staring at me in silence while I blush beyond belief.
"I feel amazing," I admit, looking up into his eyes.
"You definitely do feel amazing," he jokes and I giggle, rolling away from him, feigning embarrassment.
Wrapping his arm around me, he pulls me backwards so that my soft bottom is pressed against his hard body. His chin rests perfectly on my shoulder as our bodies snuggle together, fitting like two puzzle pieces, our legs and arms intertwined.
"Can I stay the night?" he whispers in my ear.
"You thought you were leaving?" I sass while glancing over my shoulder. My stomach sinks in the best way when a bashful grin spreads across his handsome face.
"I was hoping I wouldn’t be put out again after that performance," he smirks, and I can’t help but giggle realizing how the tables have turned.
Everything must make complete sense to him now that he understands my apprehension. Hopefully, he can forgive me for not sharing my truth with him earlier, but I didn’t want to reveal my inexperience and scare him off. Thankfully, it seems to have worked out perfectly.
"Goodnight, Thomas," I whisper and his grip around me tightens slightly.
"Goodnight, baby," he whispers before kissing my ear gently and I realize how much I love his new pet name for me.
My eyes grow heavy as I hope he never uses my proper name again. ‘Baby’ sounds so much better, and prompts my stomach muscles to clench in satisfaction mixed with desire.
Thomas
The sun shining through Nicole’s window wakes me, but she seems unaffected. We’ve tossed and turned through the night, ending with my arm slung over her, as she lies on her back. She moved around a lot, but regardless of where she went, I followed behind, needing to touch her every second.
Although I miss looking into the sparkle of her gray eyes, I’m happy she’s still asleep so I can continue watching her sleep. Her face is relaxed as she breathes deeply, her breasts rising and falling. Man, she looks like an angel, so peaceful and calm.
The past twenty-four hours feels like a dream, and I know how feminine that sounds, but I don’t care. Never in a million years would I have ever considered Nicole could be a virgin, but now that I know it all makes sense. She’s been so reserved and apprehensive and this whole time I thought it was because of me, but now I know it was just her inexperience.
I wonder what made her hold out so long. Surely she’s had guys throwing themselves at her feet, but she’s abstained for a reason. She’s special and I really hope I made her feel special enough last night. She definitely enjoyed herself in the act. Hell, she came like four times.
But this isn’t my first time at the rodeo, and I’ve slept with women before who come to regret their decision afterwards, and I just hope Nicole doesn’t feel that way. I could tell she was caught up in the moment, and the more I teased her, the more she wanted me. I just hope she still feels that way when she wakes up.
There’s never been another time in my life when I wanted to spend the night with a woman as much as I did last night. I was terrified she’d ask me to leave. I needed to hold her until I fell asleep, and it felt amazing to have her body in my grasp as she drifted off. Something about her just seems so innocent, even after I’ve taken her virginity.
It’s in her eyes, and the way she looks at me. She has no clue who I am outside of my name, and that makes me like her even more, because she likes me for me. Hopefully she’ll never find out anymore about me, although I know that could upset her in the long run. I’m not trying to hide myself from her at all; it’s just that I’ve seen how women react to my status before. And while Nicole seems different, you never know how wealth and fame can change someone.
Surprisingly, I don’t feel too bad about keeping my royal status from her. What I do feel guilty about is knowing that I’ll be leaving the states to go home soon, thanks to my father. I could tell Nicole, and maybe that fact should have kept me from taking her virginity last night, but I don’t think she would handle it well.
It’ll be best to tell her right before I go, if at all. I can pretend it was sprung on me at the last minute and she’ll be none the wiser. She did say she has a passport, so I could always just offer to fly her out later, but I doubt that’ll be an option. Who really knows? Everything seems to be up in the air now, and I can’t find the words to make everything in my mind make sense.
Last night was too good to wake up trying to think rationally. She was so sweet, her body tasted and felt even better than I anticipated. Knowing that no one else has ever felt her, smelled her, or even heard her the way that I did makes my cock grow.
Man, she sounded so sexy moaning my name. If I could record her, I’d replay that sound all day long. Just thinking about it makes me want to go another round. Glancing down at her sleeping figure, I begin to replay the previous night in my mind.
She was so much more active than I’d thought she be after she told me she’d never done it before. I kind of expected her to just lie there, and with how good she felt that wouldn’t have been the worst thing, but feeling her move with me made it even better. She let me dominate her, following my every move.
My cock twitches just playing it back in my mind, and before I know it, my fingers are tracing her naked body, flowing over her curves. Just as I make my way over her nipple her eyes flutter and my stomach drops like I’m on a roller coaster waiting for her reaction.
This girl has me on edge, so worried she’ll be upset about something, or even regret giving me her most precious gift. When her eyes land on me, and those plump lips curl into a smile, I feel like I’ve won the lottery.
"I was hoping you’d still be here," she smiles, stretching her arms.
She must
really think I’m a douchebag. Why on Earth would I leave out in the middle of the night after how amazing last night was? I’ve got to show her that she doesn’t need to worry about me leaving or not valuing her.
Leaning down, I take her mouth before she can get her next sentence out. When she gasps, I slide my tongue in her mouth. She even tastes good in the morning! Her back arches and it’s like she’s offering herself to me as her boobs rise until they’re flush against my chest. Blood is rushing through me, headed in one direction really fast.
Her slender fingers reach down and wrap around my length and I laugh into her mouth. She’s a feisty little something; I’m creating a monster.
"Well, good morning to you too," I smile on her lips.
"I want you, baby," she says in this dark, sexy tone and I have to grit my teeth and flex my abdomen muscles not to come right there.
"You got me, beautiful," I say before rubbing the tip of my nose against hers.
Who am I doing this romantic shit? Talking like I’m writing a poem! She makes me strip my player persona that I’m so used to maintaining. I just want her, and everything else really doesn’t matter. I don’t care how soft I look or sound, but what’s crazy is from the look on her face I can tell she doesn’t think that. She likes me, the real me, no matter which side of me I share.
