There was a palpable air of darkness inside the room. My eyes were couldn't see anything but the rest of my senses were active. To my nose, his manly fragrance and menthol breath was overwhelming. While my ears were able to pick up our sighs and grunts with relative ease. And, of course, our sense of taste and touch, which benefited from the sensual acts we shared.
He became even more hostile after I slithered my leg around his waist. Carelessly, he tore the strap off my dress and proceeded to give me a quick kiss on the neck and all the way down to my cleavage.
A hand reached down and grabbed my butt, and he pulled me up as if I weighed nothing compared to his strength. To keep from falling, I clung to the back of his neck. He fondled my chest.
"Your body's perfect," he whispered huskily.
He was softening my body to the point where I thought I might just melt.
He smoothed my straight hair back with his hand and ran his fingers along my back. After he unhooked my bra, he sucked on my breasts like they were made exclusively for his hungry mouth.
One by one, I breathed in the resulting sensation. Truth be told, I was used to being kissed by men, I've done it before with my exes, though never to this extreme. If someone else kissed me in the past, it was only on the lips and I didn't let them go down even to my neck so I didn't know what this man had that I just could let him hold me and possess me like this. This was the first time I'd felt this way. Lustful, erotic, charmed. Only with this hot stranger!
"Oh!" While he was busy tasting my right mound, I felt his hand squeeze my left boob, and I let out a groan.
As his hardness struck my stomach, I felt a fiery blaze of heat. Goodness gracious!
Without a word, he suddenly switched his work. He was playfully licking my boobs with his wet tongue, going back and forth to the left and right.
"Ah! Oh!" I couldn't really stop myself from moaning out loud.
My dress, along with my bra, seemed to be on the floor as his lips moved back up my neck. I was left wearing only my panties. To make me feel even more teased, he ran his palm slowly down the center of my chest, across my abdomen, and into the top lace of my bikini bottom.
"Oh, come on!" I gasped.
He chuckled at the tip of my ear. "Come what?"
"Pleasure me,” I demanded but it sounded almost like a plea.
He grinned. "As you wish!"
The sensation of his hand going down to play with the bottom of my panty with his middle finger caused me to gasp more. What he was doing was gentle and steamy, intimate and provocative.
"Oh, please!" I almost cried with the anticipation building inside me.
It was the first time I had ever looked forward to a man touching me, and it did not disappoint. It was a completely new experience for me, and I loved it. I just wasn't sure if the urge would be the same if I did it to other men. The only thing I knew for sure was that it was foreign to me and yet I got intoxicated completely!
When he reached my most sensitive part inside my panty and ran his finger on my c*nt while giving me tender love bites on the neck, I was nearly knocked out from a series of sighs my lips released.
"Faster please!"
"I didn't know that an arrogant girl like you actually knows how to beg!" he stated with a mocking grin.
"Just please make it faster now!”
Instead of complying with my request, he seemed to increase my desire by moving his fingers slowly over my flesh, building up my excitement to the point where I thought I might lose my mind.
"Damn it!" I hissed angrily.
He was making me impatient and I was nearly getting mad!
"Relax, silly girl!” He chuckled sexily. No plans of getting things easier for me, huh!
After a while, he finally sped up what he was doing as I wanted. The erotic chills of what he was giving me made me dizzy and my head spun left and right. A minute later, an explosive buildup of pressure took place!
"Ahhhh!” I screamed and moaned in pure pleasure.
I hit my peak, but he didn't stop or even slow down, so I lost track of how many times I felt my body explode.
He wasted no time in leading me to the bed. He took off his coat, shirt, and belt with no trouble at all. I even assisted in undressing his pants, at which point he did remove his boxers and I removed the final item of his clothing—his brief.
As he laid me down on the comfy bedsheet, he once again claimed my lips. He put his hands on my legs to separate them and then knelt down in the middle. He bent over and touched his hard chest to mine. Our bodies brushed and I found him on top of me, doing me...
When he was ready to make his move on me, he kissed my neck and then guided his manhood to my folds. He entered me so quickly and carelessly that I almost fainted from the pain and I clung desperately to the bedsheet for dear life!
"Ah! Damn you! Be gentle!" As I yelled at him, tears streamed down my face.
In his stunned state, I could hear his breaths coming one after the other. "What in the world! You're a virgin?" he asked in bewilderment.
"Yes! So, please, take me gently!”
He heaved a deep sigh, as though the knowledge that this was my first experience with this kind of touch had aroused him, even more, to do so. He was the very first man I ever allowed to take me!
This time, he attempted to re-enter me delicately and carefully. He gradually guided his m*nhood inside of me while guiding it toward my entrance, but before he could even finish, I winced once more at the surreal pain! "Sh*t!” "Bear with it. This always hurts the first time around that you do this thing. The pain will just ease away later," he said in a baritone. I pulled his hair. I'm not sure I'll be able to handle it because it just hurts so much! He forcefully moaned, "Oh!" And then he fully inserted himself inside me. "Oh my gosh!" I cried as I finally felt him completely invading me! I couldn't see it but I could really feel his length throbbing inside my tight p*ssy. Waiting for me to adjust, he remained still. I worried I couldn't bear it and wasn't sure if I could even cope with his long, huge size because the pain felt so excruciatingly bad that it felt like it was torturing me! "I guess I can’t make it. Get off me." I ordered cryingly. If only he knew that I was s
(Fabio's POV)When I opened my eyes, all I felt was emptiness since the woman with whom I had just made love the last night was no longer in the bed next to me. Perhaps she had woken up before I did, and without even saying goodbye, she simply drifted away without leaving any trace.What would I expect? A silly girl like her would simply walk away just like that.I sat on the edge of the bed, folded my hands, and rested them on my knees. Last night was wonderful. I wasn't just sure if that woman also enjoyed what we did or if she might have been, at the moment, regretting that she slept with me.But she didn't seem regretful when she first gave herself to you last night… When she surrendered her virginity to you, she seemed genuinely pleased. I, somehow, consoled myself.I glanced at the bed and saw a bloodstain there. It was the undeniable proof that I was the one who devirginized her. I was the first to touch her like last night. I took the thin blanket she used and slammed my eyes
“No,” I firmly continued.“Please, at least, just this once, bro Fabio. Just this once and I promise I am never gonna ask you such a thing like this ever. Just for tonight!” she begged me more.I didn’t say a word. No matter how she would beg and pleaded with me, I just couldn’t grant her request. “Big bro Fab, please! My client already fully paid for this entertainment, I could not simply upset them for not doing my part enough as the owner of the bar and organizer of their party who promised to give them complete fun for the bridal shower, so, please!”"Then be frank on them, Natasya. Tell them if it’s possible to postpone that bridal shower because the macho dancer you hired couldn’t make it tonight,” I, instead, suggested a remedy to her problem."Brother, I can't do that. They still anticipate the bridal shower to be a success tonight, so I can't put it off because they have a lot to look after in the next few days for the upcoming wedding."I was seriously starting to get total
After a while, I dropped the papers I was reading. D*mn it! The more I tried to avoid contemplating her, the more I thought about her. No matter how hard I tried, thoughts of her face and body kept popping into my head. She kept disturbing my head, making it seem like I couldn't even concentrate on whatever I was about to do for work!Thinking of how close I would be to her, how my hands would explore her sensual form, how my lips would caress her neck with soft, passionate bites, how my mouth would claim her mounds, how my nostrils would become addicted to her spiced, tempting scent, how my finger would make its way to touch her extremely delectable folds, and how I would feel to be inside her had aroused my erection for the nth time today!I closed my eyes tightly and sighed violently. F*ck. I was so turned on by the thoughts from our last night’s shared bliss!Before I lost my mind, I decided to look for something on my tablet. My sister handed me a picture yesterday, and as I wa
(Tamara's POV)As I got home, I went straight to my room to take a cold shower. I needed a cool bath, especially since I could still feel the hots for that man I just gave my whole self with.I remembered staring at his face for a long time before I left the hotel early in the morning. "Who are you and what really happened?" For a second I remained looking at his peacefully-sleeping face in the bed.Alright, as I could recall, I was in a bad mood when I left the house last night because I overheard mom and dad arguing. I attended Celyn's bridal shower at the bar. I overindulged in drinking, resulting in becoming totally wasted. I seduced the boring, dull macho dancer and we met again after a while then everything just turned like a flash as we ended up in bed!My eyes widened. Oh my gosh! So, I really did have s*x with this macho dancer last night?!I could finally figure everything out little by little in my memory. This guy laying beside me was the same guy who I insulted at the p
Both my friend and I watched mom as she walked upstairs.My mom has always been like this. She always loves to tease me to match me to my best friend—Chris. I'm used to it and I just disregard it every time. Chris is so much like a brother to me that I'm not embarrassed or self-conscious about showing up to him in the morning without having showered or even put on any makeup.“Let me take, at least, my breakfast first before we go, will that be alright? Because I don’t want to go on a drive with a hungry tummy,” I continued telling Chris.He nodded understandingly. “You know I’m always ready to wait for you…”I glared at him humorously. “Come on! Stop pulling your playboy tricks on me, Christian Salvatore, Jr.! You know I won’t be like those girls drooling around to be laid by you.”He chuckled in both annoyance and amusement. “And you really know how to annoy me by just calling me by my complete name every time!”I grinned. I always win, and I know he would always let me win over hi
The unexpected onset of uneasiness led me to put back the dress on its hanger and leave hurriedly. I went to the store where Chris was."Chris!" I immediately held onto his arm as I saw him and called his name.He was a bit surprised that I followed him. “Tami, hey. What’s wrong?” Before looking squarely into my eyes, he cast a momentary glance over my hands, which were quivering ever-so-slightly.I turned my head away and made every effort to relax. “Uhm, nothing’s wrong. I simply want to follow you here."He didn't say a word, but he kept staring at me the whole time as if he were trying to figure out what I was thinking simply by observing me and not breaking eye contact.In a nervous moment, I bit my lower lip.Okay, here's the thing—I am fully aware that this particular friend of mine knows me so well that he would be able to determine whether or not I am being truthful with him or whether I am telling him a lie.I finally straightened up and looked him in the eye, too. “Come o
After Chris and I spent approximately an hour roaming the second floor, I finally found a perfect gift to give to Johann and Celyn. It was a matching set of luxurious, plush robes with a terry lining and an exterior with a textured weave made of the finest Turkish cotton. Perfect for newlyweds on their honeymoon to wrap themselves in on a relaxing Sunday morning.“It’s good that you already figured out what to give to them,” Chris said.“Come on, Chris! There’s a lot of things out there you can choose to give as your gift,” I cheered him up, and then I pointed to the towels, bedsheets, and everything.“I don't want to give them bedsheets or towels. I do not wish to send them cheap items,” he reasoned.I rolled my eyes. “The usual rich man’s problem!”He chuckled, amused. “Not really.”“If you don’t want to give them inexpensive things, then buy them a living room set or a flatscreen tv, refrigerator, or any useful appliances they can use inside their home!” I suggested.He winked at m