by Wilde, Ora
He continued to nibble my lips with his, which made me smile. The small thrills of those tiny bites titillated me. Not in a ticklish kind of way, though. It was like his nibbles were slowly fanning a fire that started in my loins, and it was spreading to other parts of my body in a calm and delectable pace.
Then his kisses became more forceful, more purposeful. He pressed his lips harder, and I tried to reciprocate with equal force. The excitement I was feeling only intensified even more. The fire that was lit has become an uncontrollable entity, a force that seemed so unyielding... almost primal... completely enthralling. I hugged him tighter and he did the same.
He extended his tongue, and he began to explore the rims of my mouth. I felt the edges of his lips curl upwards. He was smiling. I smiled with him. He tried to pierce the fissure of my mouth with his tongue... gently at first, as if he was afraid that I would find him intrusive. After a few seconds, he tenderly parted my lips and entered the gap that was formed. I met is tongue with mine and they playfully danced with each other. Every jab, every sway and every slide of his tongue on the surface of my own caused an amazing kind of arousal... one that made me savor what was happening... and one that teased me with the wondrous joys to come.
He pushed me against the wall to get better leverage in exploring the insides of my mouth. My tongue was there to resist his, resolute in battling over every inch of space, unwavering in its desire to reciprocate the passion he was showing.
Darwin hitched up my nightgown and caressed my thigh. His strokes started with the tip of his fingers, like feathers skimming against my skin, causing ripples of tingling sensations to rush up to my tummy and down again to my womanhood.
My womanhood...
I was so lost in the pleasures he was giving me that I have failed to notice his effects on the cleft between my thighs... drenched in the juices of passion... throbbing in anticipation for what was to come.
And as if on cue, his strokes went up towards my most sacred area... his fingers playfully tugged the fringes of my underwear as he teased the insertion of a finger or two. Quite a few times, his knuckle inadvertently brushed against my mound, and the excitement made me release some soft moans. He noticed and he looked at me as he bit my lip and never let go. He didn’t speak a word. His eyes conveyed his feelings instead... adoration, fervor, and his seemingly insatiable need to covet me.
I took a deep breath and nodded at him.
And he inserted his fingers into my knickers. They reached for the crevice of my femininity, deftly rummaging until he found my slit, wet and dripping and ready for him.
It started with the tip of a single finger, and I moaned. The tip became an inch and my moan got louder. An inch became two and I was about to wail as my back arched and my leg wrapped around his...
Then his fingers started to penetrate me and I wanted to scream.
But before I could, he placed his other hand on my mouth. We heard the door from the other room open and incessant coughing followed.
Shit! Uncle Charlie was awake!
Darwin signaled for me to keep quiet. I heard Uncle Charlie walk past Darwin’s room. He headed straight to the bathroom. What followed next was the sound of water sprinkling on the toilet. I stifled a laugh and so did Darwin. We both smiled at each other.
But even before Uncle Charlie finished up, Darwin proceeded to caress my slit, spreading the wetness of my womanhood all over the entirety of its surface. He drew his mouth towards my neck and began to lick the area between my ear and my shoulder. I bit my lip to stop myself from moaning... something which I discovered was pretty hard to do.
Uncle Charlie walked past Darwin’s room once again and went back to their bedroom. As soon as he closed the door, Darwin escalated his advances. His slurps became more forceful, and his finger dug even deeper into my vagina. I moaned, as quietly as possible, and that time he didn’t stop me.
As his finger picked up its pace, I mustered enough composure to tell him something that he should know...
“Darwin,” I started, “I’m still a...”
He didn’t allow me to finish.
“I know,” he answered. “Don’t worry.”
He withdrew his finger from my cleft and removed his shirt. Then he pulled up my nightgown and undressed me as well. There I stood, naked before him, wearing nothing but my underwear. I covered my breasts instinctively. It was the first time I was ever naked in front of someone.
He grabbed my hands and gently pulled them down to my side. He looked at my eyes, then he glanced at my breasts. He studied every inch of my naked form, it seemed.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered and I blushed... partly because I enjoyed the adulation he was giving, and partly because I didn’t know how to react in that kind of a situation… a situation that was completely alien to me.
“I...” he began to say, though he paused as he floundered for his words. “I want to make love to you Betty.”
My heart raced as I swallowed some air. The pulsating sensation that started from my groin has unfurled throughout my body.
“You do?” I pleaded for an assurance that he was being honest.
“Yes, I do,” he affirmed. “I want to make love to you the whole night, the whole week, the whole year... for the rest of my life, if possible.”
I chuckled a bit.
“That would be too... tiring,” I retorted.
“The good kind of tiring, though,” he clarified.
And again, we just smiled at each other and that was enough to tell us how happy we were at that moment.
With one smooth motion, he carried me like a how a groom would to a bride on their wedding day. He did so with utmost ease. My dainty physique wasn’t really that light, but he was strong... very strong.
He laid me on the bed... his bed... then he hovered over me. He unzipped his jeans and removed them, bringing down his boxers in the process. And there he stood, naked in front of me as well, as I admired every bit of his body and the totality of his admirable masculinity. Indeed, he was firm and tight all over. His chest, his abs, his arms, his thighs... they weren’t overly muscular, but they were solidly-built and perfectly complementary to his lean frame.
But what made my eyes widen was his manhood.
It’s not that I haven’t seen a penis before. Penises are everywhere these days. Simply browsing on the internet would sometimes yield those unsolicited popup windows that feature male genitals of every type.
But it was the first time that I have seen one, live and in person.
I never expected it to be that big.
Or maybe it was just Darwin’s that was huge. Maybe he was a gifted young man, and what they say about humongous dicks was true: that the bigger a man’s penis was, the tougher he is in real life. Darwin was surely tough.
Another thing that struck me was how hard it was. It was very stiff… it looked like it was as rigid as a baseball bat. It extended horizontally from its base towards me, as if it was pointing at me... as if it wanted to claim me right there and then.
He stroked his manhood as he continued to look at me. He was still smiling... a smile that seemed to say that everything will be alright, that he will take good care of me.
So I pulled down my knickers before extending my hands to direct him to come to me.
And he did.
He lied on top of me and he kissed my lips once again. Our tongues clashed once more, as the full weight of his body dropped on mine. He wasn’t that heavy... not at all. In fact, I was more enthralled by the feel of his sturdy body rubbing against my rather petite physique. His was rigid all over...
Especially his manhood.
As his rock-hard penis wriggled on my thigh, I felt an intense kind of arousal... the kind that would make me grab it and lead it towards my opening, if I had allowed myself to lose every sense of control.
I didn’t have to lose control.
He parted my thighs with his legs and pointed his manhood over my cleft. He teased me by s
liding its shaft over the dampness of my slit. The stimulation was simply too pleasurable to bear. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist. I locked my ankles together and started to pull his pelvis closer to me.
He immediately realized what I wanted.
His penetrations began with just the tip of his penis. In and out and in and out, in a motion that was so smooth, thanks to the slipperiness made possible by my wet womanhood.
Softly, I wailed, lost in the sea of bliss as he has taken me as his.
“I-I haven’t done this before,” I mumbled in between my moans, as I felt that I had to remind him once more just to make sure that he understood me correctly the first time around.
“I know,” he repeated. “Betty, I want this to be as special for you as it is for me.”
And with his words, I released myself from whatever inhibition that was left in my body. I was with him. I was with the man I have grown very fond of, the man who has stolen my heart like a thief in the night, the man who has taken me in a roller-coaster ride of emotional highs and lows... something that I have once abhorred… something that I have since become besotted with... something that made me realize one fundamental fact that I have long spurned but have come to accept...
That I was in love with him.
Frantically.
Astutely.
Hopelessly.
Darwin felt my body loosen up. He smiled and his dimple showed once again... that very same dimple that has never failed to melt my heart despite the seeming insanity of the events that I had to endure since I met him. He held my hands with his, locking his fingers with mine, pinning them on the bed.
And with one tender but authoritative thrust, he went in.
He went in.
A sharp pain shot from my midsection and quickly overwhelmed the rest of my body. My legs stiffened as my body arched towards him, pulling my pelvic region away from his sturdy manhood. A creeping sense of horror gripped my being as the pain gave birth to uncertainties that caused some distress: is this right? Is he the right one? Is this the right time? Is this what I really want?
Hurting, I grunted, but he tried to shoo it off by kissing my lips with the gentlest of motions.
“I got you, Betty,” he lovingly murmured, “don’t be afraid. I’m here and I won’t ever leave you. I belong only to you.”
And just like that, my doubts were assuaged and my fears vanished.
And he continued to thrust himself inside me, very slowly at first until he eventually picked up his pace. Every penetration was painful, but they were also rapturous. As he went on and eventually found his rhythm, as my body swayed with his and we were moving as one, the pain was completely consumed by immeasurable ecstasy that made me moan over and over and over again, louder and louder and louder with each thrust… until he had to put his hand on my mouth once more, a reminder that our folks were just in the next room.
Amidst the pleasure I was experiencing, I felt something odd as well.
As Darwin continued to penetrate me, I felt that his intrusions were becoming smoother. At first I thought that my escalating arousal was making me wetter. But the scent that followed - rusty, coppery, fruity and ruddy - made me realize that it wasn’t my juice that was making things more slippery.
It was my blood.
Darwin has claimed my innocence and I was bleeding.
And I was happy.
Happy that it was him.
That it was the man who I truly loved.
He continued to thrust as his mouth explored my lips, my ear, my neck and my breasts. When the warmth of his tongue touched my hardened nipple, I almost shrieked in rhapsody.
The passion was overwhelming for him as well, as he continuously whispered my name, over and over again, louder and louder too with each recital, like a beautiful song reaching a magnificent crescendo.
There came a point when the exhilaration and the pleasure and the joy that has been building up inside me became too much to restrain. I felt like I wanted to explode, but I was stopping myself. It was a completely new sensation for me, and I didn’t know what to do.
He felt my hesitation.
“Just let go,” he reassuringly said, “just let our love take over.”
Our love?
He loved me.
Oh my God!
He loved me!
And so I did what he asked me to do. I let go. I abandoned all my questions and diffidence and scruples. I conceded to the euphoric happiness of the moment, to the comforting clutch of his love. I yielded myself completely to him. A total surrender.
And it happened.
My toes stiffened, my body shivered, and waves upon waves of pleasure cascaded throughout my body. Unendurable rapture took over my being and I reveled at the delight and satisfaction it brought. Everything that he led us to that instance... all the moments that made my heart skip a bit, all the moments when I was left in the dark wondering how he truly felt about me, all the moments when I was alone and I thought about him sweetly and pruriently, all the hours I’ve spent questioning myself whether I should or I should not allow myself to fall for him... all of them converged with the sensual kind of happiness he made me enjoy that evening... all of them erupted in one glorious explosion of ardor and ecstasy.
I was coming.
Was that what I was experiencing?
An orgasm?
Perhaps.
It felt too good...
I was coming.
I wanted to scream his name, but I couldn’t. Instead, I tightened my hold and elevated my hips to feel more of him inside me. His thrusts became stronger, faster, more persistent. He didn’t want to stop. I didn’t want him to stop.
He knew that I was climaxing.
So he surrendered himself to me as well.
He moaned my name softly, repeatedly, in rapid succession. My legs, wrapped around his body still, felt his firm ass harden even more. His grip on my fingers tightened. His back began to bend backwards a bit.
And he came.
I felt the tepid liquid from his manhood flood me. In a matter of seconds, his own juice was dripping out of the crevice between my thighs. He was groaning in absolute bliss, before heaving a sigh of fulfillment. His body dropped on mine and he kissed me on the cheek.
Then he looked down towards my hips and saw the blood that formed a pool below my buttocks.
“You’re bleeding,” he said with a concerned tone.
“Does that surprise you?” I asked, smiling.
“Yes and no,” he answered.
“Surely, this isn’t the first time you’ve made love to a virgin,” I affectionately uttered.
“No, it isn’t,” he candidly replied. “But it’s the first time I made love to someone who I actually... love.”
His gaze returned to my face and he smiled. Again, his dimple showed. I loved that dimple... my dimple. I reached out for his cheeks and held them tenderly.
“Where do we go from here, Darwin?” I asked, a sudden influx of uncertainty caused my expression to change.
He rested his head on my shoulder, burying his eyes playfully on my collarbone.
“It’s pretty simple, Betty,” he said.
“Simple? How?” I asked.
“I may love you in front of everyone and never give a damn about what they would say,” he started. “Or I could love you in secret and express everything I want to convey within the confines of my room... or yours. Either wouldn’t change a thing.”
“What do you mean?”
“The fact is, I love you, Elizabeth Smith. I love you with all my heart and I don’t care about other people and their codes of morality and their ideas of what’s acceptable or not. I love you. I love you... and that’s the only thing that matters. That’s the only thing that should matter.”
As I lied on my back with his face burrowed on my body, I found myself smiling at the ceiling. I caressed his head and the rough edges of the fresh stubbles of his head tickled my palm, the nice kind of prod
ding which reminded me that even the callousness of a bad boy can become the sweetest thing in the world when touched by the pining of the heart.
“I love you, Darwin McKenzy,” I told him... fearlessly, unquestioningly, assuredly.
I have embraced the forbidden because of my love, and I have found a certain kind of liberation in return.
I felt so happy.
I felt so free.
And the world has suddenly become a more wonderful place with Darwin in my life.
