“You can let me down now, you know,” she told him quietly as the elevator started to move. The tension building in between them was driving her to the edge and the feel of his skin pressed against hers amplified the effect. the corner of his mouth curled into a smirk.
“Sweetheart, the only place I will be letting you down is in my bedroom so until then I’m afraid you are stuck with Me.” his husky voice rasped to her, almost caressing her soul. A soft giggle escaped her lips and he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her lips.
He couldn’t wait to take her to bed and the elevator ride was taking forever. Every inch of his body wanted to pin her against the steel wall and take her right here right now but he held himself back. The elevator door slid open and he stepped into his enormous living room.
Ira’s eyes went wide as she studied her surroundings. It was an enormous living room which was at least ten times larger than her entire apartment. The walls were a soothing shade of grey with large floor-length windows that had the amazing view of the city. The furnishing were all in shades of black and white and everything oozed of elite richness.
The bedroom came to life the minute they stepped into it. And an involuntary gasp escaped her mouth. The room was enormous with a large floor to ceiling glass wall behind the enormous bed with black and white bedding. A white cushioned bench sat in front of the bed. A matching loveseat was placed on the other end of the room accompanied by a glass coffee table.
Two white nights stands graced on the either side of the bed with two matching bedside lamps perfectly perched on the center. A large black and white checkered closet sat on the left of the bed followed by two large white cabinets decorated with fresh flower vases and a matching dresser sat on the other side of the room.
Like he had promised he didn't let her out of his arms until they were safely in his bedroom, just where he wanted her from the day his eyes had first landed on her. He gently placed her on his mattress and her lips curled into a frown. “My clothes are wet, your sheets will…” he cut her off by pressing his lips on her’s.
“Don’t worry about the wet clothes Angel, I don’t plan on keeping you in them for long,” he told her with a wicked smile and winked at her, her face flushed to a beet red and she lowered her gaze chewing on her lower lip.
He gently pulled away from her and shrugged off his damp blazer and threw it on the floor. He took a step back to study her from head to toe and his gaze hooded with dark anticipation.
The tiny wet dress moulded over her body like s second skin, perfectly hugging every inch of her stunning body. Her damp hair tumbled over her shoulder sticking to the bare skin of her shoulders and back. Her makeup was washed off leaving just the trace of a dark rims of smudged eye makeup under her eyes and smudged pink lipstick that stood no chance to beat the natural shade of her beautiful lips.
Ira watched him with curious eyes as he walked up to the cabinets and pulled out one of the drawers. He took out a packet of wet wipes and pulled out two wipes and walked back to her and sat down on the bench in front of her.
He leaned into her and started to wipe off the smudged makeup and she raised an eyebrow at him. “What are you doing?” she asked him as he started to wipe off the lipstick from her lips.
“Taking care of you,” he replied quietly and she frowned at him.
“It was looking bad wasn’t it?” she asked him, her voice uneasy with clear self-consciousness. Of course, she knew her makeup was smudged, they don’t use waterproof makeup here and there was no doubt that she looked like a freak right now.
Victor let out a little laugh, “Sweetheart, nothing in this world can mask your beauty. I thought you would be more comfortable without the sticky smudged makeup on your skin.” She wanted to tell him that she hadn’t even felt it until he had pointed it out but she did appreciate his thoughtfulness.
He noticed the beads of water rolling down the side of her face and into her dress and it was now that he realized that she was dripping wet. “Stay here, I'll get you a towel, you might catch a cold. Sorry I should have thought about it before...” he was just about to rise from his seat when she startled him by throwing herself onto his lap and crashing her lips with his.
He instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist steadying her as he let her take charge. She buried her fingers into his thick soft hair and grabbed a handful of his hair as she deepened the kiss giving him her everything. This was the man she had chosen to be her first and she didn’t want to disappoint him one bit because of her lack of experience.
He gently pulled away from her and cupped her face in his hand. “Sweetheart, you need to be very careful when you throw yourself at me like that. I’m not a gentleman I can lose control any moment and fuck you like a beast,” he growled and colour crept to her cheeks.
“I’m not stopping you,” came her coy response and for a minute his heart skipped a beat, she immediately lowered her gaze, nibbling at her bottom lip not believing that she had said that out loud.
He put his index finger on her chin and raised her gaze to him, “trust me, angel, there is nothing more I would like to do than bury myself deep inside you and completely lose myself in you. But tonight I want to take things nice and slow.” he told her gently brushing the pad of his thumb over her luscious full lips.
He slowly put her back on her feet and stood up. “Come on Angel, let’s get you out of that wet dress,” He put his hands on her shoulder and slowly turned her around making her face her back to him. He brushed her hair over her shoulder and trailed his fingers over the sensitive skin of her exposed back and a shiver ran down her spine.
He moved his fingers down to her dress and let his expert fingers work on the laces of her corset. She held her breath in anticipation as he went on untying the laces one by one exposing her behind to him inch by inch. His warm minty breath fanned the nape of her neck as he leaned down and brushed his lips on the sensitive skin sending sparks down her spine that travelled straight to her core.
He trailed soft butterfly kisses all over her sensuous back as he slowly slid off her dress down, pushing it off her body. He moved his hand over the curve of her waist and her hips circling his rough fingers over her soft skin. “You have a beautiful body Angel, and I’m going to ravish you all night,” he growled as he pressed a soft kiss on the small of her back. his words were like velvet and it touched her right where it should have.
An involuntary moan escaped her mouth and he slowly brought his lips up to her earlobe and started nibbling at her delicate flesh, teasing her with his lips. He slowly released her earlobe and started sucking at the sensitive skin of her slender neck and an involuntary sigh escaped her lips.
“Turn around,” he breathed into her ear and she turned around to face him. He gently cupped her cheek in his hand and a soft smile touched his lips. “I want to see you angel, all of you. Will you let me undress you?” he asked her softly.
She let out a little giggle, “You are already undressing Me.” she pointed out and he chuckled unapologetically. “Sweetheart, I was just being a gentleman,” he told her with a wicked glint in his eyes.
His fiery gaze shifted from her face and to the swell of her breast that rose up and down as she breathed heavily. He moved his hand to her breasts and she could feel her nipples pebble up. She chewed on her lower lip suppressing a moan as he gently kneaded her breasts.
“You don’t have to hold it back, Angel. I want to hear you moan for me. hell, I want to hear you scream my name as I fuck you hard and fast.” colour crept to her cheeks and the corner of his mouth curled into a smirk.
“Get used to some dirty talking, angel because you are going to hear a lot of it here.” Ira blushed and cast her eyes down, trying her best to hide a smile.
He put his hands on her waist and slowly backed her up against the bed and lowered her to the mattress. He took a step back and started to undo his tie, his eyes resting on her’s. He could see the nervous anticipation in her eyes and he could feel it
mirror in his own. Breaking the eye contact he quickly unbuttoned his white shirt and shrugged it off letting it join his discarded blazer.
Her curious eyes watched him as his expert fingers worked on the zipper of his pants and her body trembled in anticipation. He slid off his pants along with his boxers leaving his rock hard arousal in full display. An involuntary gasp escaped her mouth putting a smirk on his face. Of course, this was the first time she was seeing a man naked and he was glad that it was him and not some horney teenager.
Ira swallowed hard as she watched him climb into the bed; drinking in the full length of his powerful physique. Her eyes roamed over the landscape of his tight abs and golden skin. He looked no less than a Greek god who was all set to claim her. It was now that she realised how good looking he was and she wanted to trace her finger over his sculpted chest.
He slowly lowered himself to her and gently caressed her cheek with the back of his hand and she closed her eyes shut. “You, my love, are the most beautiful girl I ever laid eyes on and it is only fair if I make you mine,” he told her, his husky voice whispering his want and need.
He moved his hand to her shoulder trailing it down to her arms and sliding his way to her narrow waist. Her soft flawless skin felt like silk under his touch. The brush of his skin on her’s sent sparks down her veins filling her with the giddy feeling of anticipation. Need spread through her veins travelling straight to her sex. God, she wanted him so bad that if he didn’t claim her now she would explode with need.
“Do you have any idea how sexy you look right now?” he asked her, his words dripping with sex. She averted her gaze and shook her head. He put his hand under her chin and raised her gaze back to him. “Never hide your beautiful eyes from me, angel. I want to see the fire in your eyes as I make you mine,” he told her as he lowered his lips to hers and kissed her gently.
His hand moved to her back and unclipped her strapless bra and peeled it off her chest releasing her sensual breasts from its cage. She tried to cover her exposed modesty by wrapping her arms around her chest but he grabbed both her hands and pinned her hands to her sides.
“You are beautiful, Angel. You don’t have to be embarrassed about your nakedness especially with me.”
Ira shut her eyes close and sucked in his warmth as his expert fingers worked on her tender breasts. His large rough hands perfectly moulded around her, sending waves and waves of this unfamiliar pleasure that she had grown to love so much. He lowered himself to her breasts and captured one of her hardened nipples in his mouth.
An involuntary gasp escaped her lips as his wet tongue curled around her aching bud. She arched her back giving him the complete rein over her breasts and he accepted it without hesitation. He shifted his attention to her other breast giving it equal attention as the other. He moved his attention back to her sensual mouth and kissed her hard before he went on to explore the rest of her body.
He snaked his arms over her back and slowly lowered her to the mattress letting her head rest on the soft pillow. Her long damp hair sprawled out over the white pillow like a curtain of black silk. God, she looked stunning, like a fallen angel. He studied her face for a long minute and found her staring at him with nervous eyes. Her lips trembled like she wanted to say something but could not find the courage to speak.
“What is wrong, Baby?” he asked her softly, slowly brushing the pad of his thumb over the side of her beautiful mouth. She hesitated for a minute, she didn’t know how to voice out her concern but she tried. “I-I’ve never done this before,” she admitted to him, her voice barely a whisper. She averted her gaze not wanting to see the distaste in his eyes for letting an inexperienced girl in his bed.
He gently grabbed her chin, turning her gaze back to him. A ghost of a smile dancing on the corner of his mouth. He leaned down and roughly brushed his lips over hers letting her taste his need for her. “I know, don’t worry baby, I’ll take care of you,” he assured her and once again captured her lips with his, kissing her already swollen lips, stroking his tongue over the swell of her mouth.
Her breathing grew heavier as his touch started to get more and more rough and demanding. She parted her lips for him and he let his tongue slip into her mouth tasting the warm sweetness of her mouth, claiming his domain over it. His tongue danced with hers fuelling the spell that was brewing in between them.
He released her lips and started trailing wet hungry kisses all over her jaw moving down to her delicate neck. She tilted her face allowing him to access her perfect neck. He sucked and nipped on her delicate skin leaving a trail of dark reddish mark on her flawless skin.
He kept sucking in heavy breaths trying his best to take things nice and slow for her when all he wanted was to bury himself into her once and for all.
He brought his attention back to her breasts, cupping both her breasts in his hands giving them a hard squeeze. She cried out in pleasure and he repeated it again and again till she started crying out his name. He met her eyes for a brief moment and once again lowered his mouth back to her breasts but this time he wasn’t gentle.
He let his hunger penetrate through his mouth and on to her skin, rolling her nipple with his tongue and her moans kept growing wilder and wilder. He moved his attention to her other breast, biting and nipping at her nipple. He had been waiting for this for so long that it felt like a dream.
She felt like a dream.
Her soft body trembled under him as he pleasured her with his tongue. But he wanted to give her more, he wanted her to feel every ounce of his desire but he knew that he had to be careful, this was her first time and he did not want to hurt her in any way. But he didn’t know how long would be able to hold himself back.
He moved his lips down to her belly and sucked on the sensitive area around her navel and she shuddered in pleasure. He raised his gaze to her and his eyes twinkled in wicked promise. He moved his hand in between her thighs and rubbed her clit from over the lace fabric of her panties. He startled her by ripping off the delicate wet fabric.
“I’m going to make you have your very first orgasm, baby. I’m going to make you feel so fucking good,” he purred to her, rubbing at her clit with his thumb and a sigh escaped her lips. She closed her eyes shut and sucked in the pleasure that the mere brush of his thumb was sending through her veins.
He spread her legs and buried his face in between her thighs. She cried out in pleasure as his tongue touched her sex. She tried to close her thighs unable to bear the jolts of pleasure that penetrated through her. He put his hands on her thighs and held her in place as his tongue explored her folds sending waves and waves of pleasure rippling through her veins.
Ira could feel the tension building in between her thighs and she could feel herself being pushed further and further towards the peak. “Let it go, Baby. Let it go,” he growled against her sensitive folds and she had no idea what he was saying. Her brain was clogged with the overwhelming pleasure he was giving her.
“Come for me, Angel, Come for me.” The minute the words were out of his mouth she shatters all over him and he licked up drop by drop, drinking in her sweet nectar. He let go of her thighs and a wolfish grin danced on the corner of his mouth and he crawled back over her claiming her lips with his.
He briefly stepped out of the bed and she watched him with wide confused eyes, wondering if she had done something wrong. Her eyes followed him to the cabinet he had opened earlier and she watched him take out what she was guessing to be a packet of condoms. He turned to her with a wicked glint in his eyes. “One cannot be more careful, right?” he told her and she blushed in response.
She watched him timidly as he walked back to the bed and climbed into the mattress. He sat down next to her, his stern grey eyes holding her brown ones captive. She looked nervous and he wasn’t surprised, he was nervous too. Why wouldn’t he be? This was the first time he was having a virgin in his bed. The woman to whom he had given his virginity wasn’t a virgin either, though she had pretended to be one.
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nbsp; “Nervous, Angel?” he asked her softly, it was a treat to see her in his bed, naked and sprawled out like a nymph. He leaned over her and pressed his lips over hers, gently, so gently that it almost felt like a dream. He crawled on top of her as he deepened his kiss, letting her feel his arousal tickle her skin.
He gently pulled away from her and stared at her beautiful face as he ripped open the packet with his teeth and slipped it over his cock completely aware of her shy curious gaze on him. He let his eyes linger on her as he spread her legs wide open for him; he rubbed his cock over her cities letting her get familiar with his member. Ira chewed on her lips suppressing the moan that was about to rip out of her mouth. The time had finally come, she was about to be claimed by the most beautiful man she had ever known and she could barely contain her joy.
“Angel, I’m going to make love to you now. From this very night, you will be officially mine. No other man will ever touch you.” he told her in a raw sexy tone and she found herself nodding in response. Her heart pounded in her chest threatening to break open her ribs. Every minute every second of this anticipated wait was sending agonizing pain to her core.
He positioned his large cock at her tiny opening and she hesitated for a minute but it was way too late for second thoughts. He had already started pushing his way into her and she chewed on her lips in anticipation. He thrust a little further and she could feel herself stretch for him slowly and she waited for the obvious pain that she knew she was about to feel.
He pulled out briefly and thrust back in a little harder and half of his cock entered her stretching her wider. Pain shot through her veins and a sob escaped her lips. He slowly pulled out of her only to slam into her hard, tearing through her hymen, letting his complete length fill her. An agonizing scream escaped her lips and she tried to wriggle away from him but he held her in place.
“It’s okay, baby, the pain will be gone soon.” he crooned to her as he slowly eased out of her and thrust back in. He repeated the process thrusting in and out of her slowly and patiently, letting her adjust to his size. She felt like she was being ripped apart from inside out but she held onto him, trusting him as he thrust in and out of her in a slow rhythmic motion.
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