by I. T. Lucas
Keeping her pinned, he penetrated her with one thick finger and kept licking all around her sensitive nub. Soon, another finger joined the first. Nathalie felt stretched, uncomfortably at first, but as he kept pumping in and out of her, her sheath loosened, accommodating the extra thickness.
She was so close, and the only reason she hadn’t detonated yet was that Andrew was skirting her clit, licking all around it but not touching it directly.
He added a third finger, stretching her impossibly wide. It stung, but as his velvet tongue flickered over her clit, there was an additional outpour of moisture and her sheath loosened even more. He started pumping, slowly, then faster. Greedy for those thick fingers fucking in and out of her, she moved up and down to meet each thrust.
He twisted his fingers, opening her, and as he touched a tender spot inside her, he closed his lips over her throbbing nub.
With a cry, Nathalie erupted.
He kept licking and sucking and pumping until the last of her quakes subsided. When he withdrew his fingers, a stream of wetness followed, running down her inner thighs and creating a puddle on the bed.
God, how embarrassing. Tentatively, Nathalie lifted her head and looked at Andrew.
There was a look of smug satisfaction on his face as he knelt between her legs, his massive erection fisted in his hand.
No longer concerned with the pain, she wanted to feel Andrew inside her. If her sheath had stretched for his fingers, it would do the same for his shaft. It may sting at first, but she didn’t expect it to hurt as bad as everyone on the Internet claimed.
She was aching as it was, needy, empty.
“I need you.”
“Do you want it inside you?” He ran his fist up and down his shaft.
“Yes.”
“You don’t happen to be on the pill, do you?”
Damn, she’d forgotten all about protection, though not against pregnancy. That part she had covered. “As a matter of fact, I am. I’ve been on the pill for years to regulate my periods.”
Andrew nodded. “I’m clean. We get checked at work every three months. My last test results are from two weeks ago.”
Did she trust him? Had he been with other women since they’d met? Nathalie hoped not. But she had to ask.
“Have you been with anyone since then?”
He frowned. “No, of course not.” Then he smirked. “Not counting my right hand, that is. I’ve been with her every night, sometimes twice, fantasizing about your luscious body.”
Nathalie blushed. She’d been guilty of the same. In fact, some of her fantasies about sex with Andrew had been quite shocking. She might have lacked experience, but she had one hell of an imagination.
But did she believe that he hadn’t been with another woman?
He wouldn’t lie about something like that, would he?
Or perhaps she wanted to believe him because she didn’t want their first time together to be with a rubber membrane between them.
“Okay.”
She expected Andrew to pounce on her, but instead, he bent down and resumed his tonguing. Only when he’d gotten her soaking wet and writhing again did he grip his shaft and guide it to her entrance.
“Shh… relax,” he whispered as she tensed under him. “Slow and easy…” he rubbed his shaft against her wet folds, gathering her moisture and coating it with her natural lubricant.
Then he pushed, wedging in just the tip of the broad head inside, and halted.
They were both panting with the strain of it. Him—keeping still when he needed to thrust, and her—gritting her teeth against the pain.
But while the mouth of her sheath felt like a ring of fire, burning from the stretching it was forced to endure, the rest of her marveled at the feel of Andrew’s big body on top of her. His sweat-slicked chest smashing her tender breasts, his rugged cheek pressed against hers, his powerful thighs cradled in between her soft ones. It felt so right. This is where he belonged—where she belonged.
“More,” she breathed. “Just a little more.”
As he pushed in another inch, she dug her nails into his muscular butt, not to keep him from withdrawing, but to prevent herself from bucking him off. It hurt like hell. But she wasn’t going to let him stop until he was seated all the way inside her.
After tonight, she was going to be a virgin no more. Even if it meant going through hell to get there.
“A little more,” she whispered again, bracing against the pain and willing her body to accept the intrusion.
He lifted his head and looked at her, his forehead beaded with sweat and his brows drawn with worry. “You’re crying.”
Now that he said it, she felt hot tears sliding down her temples. “It hurts, but I don’t want to stop.”
“Are you sure? I hate to see you in so much pain. I don’t have to finish inside you. We can do this in stages, continue some another day.”
This was so sweet of him, but she wanted it over and done with so the next time would be all about pleasure.
“I’m sure.”
He nodded, his harsh features soft with some indescribable feeling.
Lifting his hand, he cupped her cheek and kissed her. The taste of her own juices on his tongue was for some reason incredibly erotic, naughty, and she grew wetter in a rush. The pain ebbed, turning from a burning ring of fire into a dull ache.
When he was done kissing, Andrew brought his finger to her mouth, first gently rubbing at her lips and then pushing it inside. With another outpour of wetness, she closed her eyes and sucked on it, imagining it was his shaft.
He pulled his finger out of her moist mouth with a pop, and brought it down to her clit, gently rubbing it as he pushed another inch inside.
Why was it so difficult? It no longer hurt as bad, and she would’ve loved for Andrew to just shove all the way in in one powerful thrust. But her inner muscles weren’t cooperating, and every little push was a struggle just to get it a little deeper.
And where the hell was that barrier everyone was talking about? Was it hiding all the way at the end of her channel? But it was supposed to be near the openings and Andrew’s shaft was already past that point… Perhaps it had really been that first tampon that had done away with her hymen.
For some reason, the thought relaxed her. Part of her anxiety must’ve been a subconscious anticipation of the tearing and the added pain it would entail. But now that she suspected that the barrier was no longer there, she felt her channel loosen a bit more.
Andrew pushed a little further. He was halfway there.
“You’re so brave, sweetheart.” There was tenderness in his gaze, but also something else. A possessiveness that she welcomed wholeheartedly because she felt exactly the same.
She wasn’t brave enough, though, to say what was on the tip of her tongue. That he was hers as much as she was his, and she was never letting him go.
He kissed her again, deeply, passionately, and as she melted into the kiss, he drew back his hips and with one forceful thrust plunged all the way in.
She cried out from the pain, but at the same time, having him seated so deeply inside her, his shaft touching the end of her channel, felt like a victory.
They were joined.
They were one.
She wrapped her arms around him and pressed herself up against his chest.
“Are you okay?” he whispered in her ear.
“I’m great.”
He lifted his head and looked at her. When he was satisfied that she’d meant it and that her eyes were dry, he withdrew and thrust again, and again, and with each subsequent push there was a little less pain and a little more pleasure.
She moaned, and lifted her hips to meet the next thrust, and the next, and the one after that.
Her enthusiastic response melted away the last of Andrew’s restraint, and he turned rougher, more demanding. Grabbing her ass cheeks in both hands, he lifted her and held her in place as he drove harder, deeper, growling and groaning like an animal.
> God, she loved how mindless he’d become—for her. Seeing him lose himself to the passion with such abandon sent her spiraling toward another orgasm.
His neck and chest flexing, his face contorted, he roared as he threw his head back and erupted inside her. Fiery and wet, the climax crashed over her, and she screamed his name.
Andrew collapsed on top of her, his powerful heart thundering against her chest and his ragged breaths feathering her sweat-slicked neck.
Now that it was over, and the level of endorphins and adrenaline subsided, the burning not only returned full force but expanded. Her whole channel felt like it was on fire. She couldn’t bear it even for a moment longer and pushed on Andrew’s chest, but it took him a second or two to comprehend what she wanted before he withdrew.
A rush of liquid trailed after his shaft. Was it blood? Or just his semen and her own wetness? She had to know.
As Andrew rolled onto his back, she sat up and looked at the big wet spot that was left behind. But it was too dark to see colors.
“Can you turn the light up?”
He chuckled, but reached to the lamp on the nightstand and turned it up a notch.
There was no blood.
“Well, I guess it was the tampon after all,” she muttered.
“Tampon?”
“Long story, but it turns out that I wasn’t a virgin after all. I’ve always suspected that my hymen had fallen victim to a tricky tampon years ago. Now I know for sure. There was no blood.”
Andrew glanced at the spot and shrugged. “Does it bother you?”
“No, not really.” She plopped against the pillows.
“How do you feel?”
“Sore, but wonderful. I love sex.” She smiled at him. “I could use a bath, though.”
“Coming right up, sweetheart.” He rolled out of bed and padded away to the bathroom.
She heard him turn the water on.
A moment later he came back, holding a couple of wet washcloths, and sat on the bed.
“May I?’ he asked as he brought one between her legs.
Should she let him?
Hell, why not. “Go ahead, just be gentle.”
“Of course.” He dabbed the warm washcloth to her sore opening.
She couldn’t stifle the relieved sigh.
Andrew winced. “That bad, eh?”
She shrugged. “It was worth it.”
Andrew replaced the washcloth with the other one, and just draped it over her mound. He then climbed carefully on the bed, as if afraid to disturb the mattress, and lay on his side next to her. Gently, he cuddled up to her, draping an arm around her waist.
Nathalie turned her face to him. There was worry and guilt in his eyes as if he was blaming himself for her pain.
She cupped his cheek and leaned to kiss his lips. “You were wonderful, Andrew. And I’m glad I’ve waited for you to be my first. I doubt any other man would’ve been so careful with me and so focused on ensuring I had the best experience possible.”
The worry in his eyes ebbed, replaced by some tender feeling that looked a lot like love.
Could she dare to hope?
Did she feel the same?
Chapter 44: Andrew
I’m falling in love with this beautiful, fascinating, passionate, courageous, and kind woman.
Or perhaps he’d already been in love with her, but had just realized it now.
And yet, he had to consider that it might’ve been the result of post-coital bliss combined with awe and gratitude to Nathalie for entrusting him with such an important milestone in her life.
Caressing her soft, flushed cheek, he leaned over and kissed it. “You’re precious to me, Nathalie.”
“And you’re to me, my Andrew.” She smiled. “But I think you should check on the water. It sounds like the bath is overflowing.”
“Fuck!” He jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom, almost slipping on the wet floor in his rush to turn the water off and open the drain.
As the bath water drained, he grabbed a couple of towels and wiped the floor, wringing them out in the sink and repeating the process until the floor was only damp. He then took a fresh towel and wiped until everything was dry. In the meantime, the water level dropped to where he wanted it to be, and he closed the drain.
Taking the bunch of wet towels into his tiny laundry room, he stuffed them in the washer and then pulled out fresh ones from the linen closet.
Back in his bedroom, he found Nathalie in the same pose he’d left her in; back propped against the pillows, knees up-drawn and slightly parted with the washcloth covering her privates, and arms resting on her sides. The only difference was that her eyes were closed, and her breaths were slow and even.
She’d fallen asleep.
Poor girl, this was way past her bedtime, and the sex must’ve exhausted her. For a moment, he considered letting her sleep. But she was sore, and he knew the warm water would soothe her.
Threading one arm under her knees and the other around her back, he lifted her to him.
Nathalie rested her cheek on his chest and cracked her lids open. “What are you doing?” she murmured.
“Taking you to soak in a bathtub.”
“Oh, okay.” Her lids dropped back.
Until tonight, he’d had no use for the corner Jacuzzi bathtub the builder had outfitted the master bathroom with. Andrew preferred showers, and even if he were into bathing, to fill the big tub with water was wasteful. And yet, he was glad for it now—it was perfect for Nathalie to soak in.
Stepping inside, with Nathalie still cradled in his arms, he very carefully lowered himself into the water. When his butt touched the bottom, he rearranged her so she was cradled between his legs, her back resting against his chest.
She sighed. “This is heavenly.”
“Feeling better?”
“I am. Is this a dream?”
He chuckled and hugged her closer, brushing his lips against her neck.
She shivered, and his shaft that was pressed against the smooth curves of her soft bottom got stiff again in complete disregard of Nathalie’s condition.
Down you go, he admonished his misbehaving member, but the bad boy had a mind of his own,
“I’m sorry,” he murmured in her ear.
She cranked her neck to look at him. “What for?”
“My cock getting ideas.”
She kissed his chin, then tilted her head up, inviting a kiss. He complied with a light peck on her lips. Lifting her arms, she draped them behind his neck and laced her fingers, then pulled his head further down and invaded his mouth.
He groaned, his hands sliding up to cup her jutting breasts. On a moan, she arched her back, pressing her luscious ass tighter against his shaft and eliciting a corresponding sound from him. Without thinking, he pinched her nipples, rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers and tugging. Her butt muscles flexed, rubbing against his cock.
Damn, he could come just from the delicious friction. And what’s more, he couldn’t help imagining her bent over the rim of the bathtub as he took her from behind. He was such an ass. Nathalie was in no condition to be taken from any angle. Not tonight.
And yet, she seemed as needy as he was. He skimmed one hand down her slick body and cupped her sex, pressing the heel of his hand against her clit. With his other hand, he kept tormenting her sensitive nipples, first one, then the other. She was wet, dripping, and not from the bath water, but he was reluctant to penetrate her even with a finger.
“How can I be so horny so soon?’ she breathed.
He chuckled. “With eating comes the appetite, and it’s especially true regarding sex.”
“Do you want to do it again?” she asked in a tone that was part hopeful and part fearful.
“Of course, I do. But you’re sore, so the only appendage I’m going to use is my tongue.” He lifted her off his lap. “Bend over the rim, sweetheart.”
She cast him a hesitant glance but did as he asked, kneeling with her belly
pressed to the bath’s front and her beautiful ass facing him. It was shaped like an inverted heart, the two smooth globes flaring from her tiny waist. He palmed them, kneading lightly, then pushed her up.
“Lift for me, sweetheart.”
She did, but only a fraction.
He gave another gentle push. “A little more.”
“It’s so embarrassing,” she whispered as she lifted higher, finally bringing her glistening sex above the water level.
“You’re beautiful,” he breathed as he scooted down and got in position. “I want to take you like this so bad, but we’re going to wait until you’re all better.” He thrust his tongue into her slit, and she jerked. “One day, I’m going to stand you on all fours, and pound into you from behind until we both see stars.” She shivered, and he ran his tongue over her sex.
One hand stroking his shaft, he looped his other arm around Nathalie’s ass and pressed his thumb to her clit. He tongued her trembling slit, licking all around, and then spearing it in and out of her. As he licked faster and thrust deeper, her frantic gyrations were grinding her ass into his nose, and he tightened the fist on his cock, moving it up and down to the rhythm Nathalie’s luscious ass was dictating.
When she cried out, lifting up and away from his invading tongue, his seed erupted, coating her behind in thick spurts of semen.
Damn, he was quite impressed with himself, coming so hard twice in a row.
Breathing hard, Nathalie slumped over the rim, providing Andrew with the perfect angle to caress her ass cheeks under the pretense of cleaning her up.
She shook her head. “I can’t stop thinking about it.”
“About what?”
“What you said before about taking me from behind—it’s so hot.”
Andrew chuckled and playfully slapped one of her round globes. “Oh, no, I’ve created a monster!”
Chapter 45: Anandur
“Oh, baby, you look so sexy. All the guys on the dance floor and around it are lusting after you. They are so jealous of me.” Anandur shouted into Lana’s ear as he put his hands on her hips, drawing her against his body as they swayed in sync to the loud techno music.
