Chapter 16 - Darya
Stefano practically skids the car to a stop outside our home and then runs to open my door. The grin on his face is mischievous and delightfully playful. Butterflies rush wildly through my stomach in a fluttering array of nerves as he opens the door.
I am excited but also really terrified.
Stefano is a big man, perhaps ruthless in a lot of ways. He has been with women who have experience, and I am really scared that this is going to hurt.
As much as I am scared, though, I really want to be with him.
Before the door has even closed behind us, Stef lifts me into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist and carrying me upstairs. He kisses me, tender and gentle. My heart beats wildly, and I tell myself, just let him take control. The first time is going to hurt no matter what. I will just let him do whatever it is he wants to do, and then maybe next time will be better for me.
I don’t expect much pleasure out of my first time.
I take a deep breath as he carries me through the bedroom doors and places me on my feet in front of him.
Instead of ripping my clothes off like I expect, he carries on kissing me, letting his hands roam my body slowly, taking his time.
He lifts my top over my head and undresses me piece by piece, letting me watch him while he touches my body.
I run my hands over his chest after he tosses his shirt aside. I can see how his cock is pushing up against his pants, and it both terrifies me and makes heat flare between my legs.
Boldly, I pull his belt open after he has undressed me fully.
I unbutton his pants and gasp when his cock jumps free. It is literally throbbing. And it is massive.
I bite my lower lips as he steps out of his pants and lifts me in his arms again, carrying me to the bed and laying me down.
His movements are slow and sensual. Nothing is rushed as I thought it would be with him.
I don’t know why I expected him to be the kind of guy who would just chase after his own pleasure. I definitely didn’t expect him to take his time with me and focus on my needs.
He runs his hand up the inside of my thigh as he continues to kiss me slowly, then I feel him dipping his fingers into me. I gasp and press my pussy against his hand.
“You are so wet, sweetheart.”
I gasp again as he moves his fingers expertly inside me.
“What do you want me to do to you?” he whispers against my ear.
“I want you to take my virginity,” I whisper back.
A low rumbling growl vibrates through his chest as he removes his fingers from me and lays himself over me.
He pushes my legs gently open with his.
“Look at me, Darya. I want to see your eyes.”
I feel my eyes grow wide with fear as his cock presses against my pussy.
“It’s ok, I’ll go slowly. If it hurts, or you want me to stop, you just say so.”
I nod, knowing that I can’t trust my voice right now.
I feel his massive cock slide into me, not all the way, just enough to make me cry out.
He pauses straight away. “Do you want me to stop?” he asks, worried.
“Don’t you dare,” I say, as the pain mixes with the pleasure of having him inside me.
I rock my hips up towards him and he grins, his eyes still locked on mine.
Slowly, gently, he pushes himself into me, pausing every now and then to let me adjust to him.
When he is buried all the way inside me, he waits, letting me feel how his cock is throbbing, and letting me take the time I need to enjoy it.
“Are you ok?” he asks again.
I nod.
So he slowly pulls back, and to my surprise, it doesn’t hurt at all, but leaves my body begging to feel the size of him again. A moan escapes my lips as I dig my fingers into his shoulder.
He rocks forward again, and I gasp.
Slowly he begins to fuck me.
The pleasure of it is more than I ever imagined it would be.
The feeling of being pinned beneath his massive body, perfect in every way, and having his arm wrapped protectively around my back as his cock penetrates me is absolute heaven.
I don’t want him to stop.
I want to feel this again and again.
A deep moan escapes his lips, and it sends shivers down my spine. To hear his pleasure is making mine more intense.
“Spread your legs wider, baby girl,” he whispers, his hand pushing my legs further apart.
Then I feel his thumb rubbing across my clit. The pleasure I was experiencing before begins to build to new levels.
I tilt my head back and my lips part as I try to catch my breath.
“That’s right, just relax and let play with your beautiful body,” he whispers.
The pressure of his thumb increases, and I feel my pussy throbbing over his cock as he moves it slowly in and out of me. He is pushing deeper, rocking harder against me.
“Fuck me harder,” I gasp, wanting to feel even more.
He starts moving faster, wrapping both arms around me and holding me so tightly against him I can barely breathe, and I don’t care. I want him to take me, completely, entirely, consume me.
His cock is thrusting so hard that every time he slams into me, I cry out with pleasure. He moves faster and faster and soon my legs are shaking and am losing control.
The orgasm crashes over me and it is more intense than anything I have ever felt before.
My pussy pulses over him in wave after wave of pleasure.
When I am done, he stops moving and stares down at me.
“Are you okay?” he asks, breathless.
“I feel incredible,” I gasp out.
His cock is still rock-hard inside me.
“That’s all I wanted to hear,” he smiles.
“But why did you stop?” I ask, knowing he hasn’t finished yet.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
I rock my hips up against him. “I want more,” I giggle.
He laughs so deeply that his entire body shakes against mine.
“You are much naughtier than I expected you to be.” He grins as he wraps his hand around my chin and pulls me into a kiss.
While he is kissing me, he starts to rock his cock in and out of me again. Instantly, pleasure fills me, increasing with each thrust of his hips. He runs his hands through my hair, knotting his fingers in it and pulling my head back so that he can trail heated kisses across my throat.
Then he leans back, pulling out of me.
“Come here,” he says, lifting me and pulling me into his lap as he leans against the headboard. My back is against his chest and me legs are spread out on either side of him. He slowly enters me from behind, and I gasp at the new sensation this position brings.
He starts thrusting into me again, but this time with his arm wrapped around my waist, lifting me slightly, and his hand over my pussy.
His fingers begin to caress me and gently rub over my most sensitive skin.
“I love how wet you are,” he growls against my ear, and I tilt my head back against his shoulder.
His breath is warm against my neck as his fingers rub circles over my clit, his cock pushing into me over and over again.
He hasn’t come yet, but I can feel myself close to the edge again.
His hands press harder against me and his cock thrusts in deeper as I moan loudly.
“That’s right, baby girl. I love how your pussy feels when you come on my cock.”
I feel the intense waves of pleasure building again, and before I know what is happening, another orgasm, even more intense than the first, slams into me.
My pussy clamps over his cock so tightly that I hear him groan with pleasure.
While I am orgasming, he thrusts harder and harder into me until he grabs my hips with both hands and pushes so deep inside me I can barely handle it. I feel his cock go so hard as he explodes inside me, and I think it might tear me open.
We finish at the same time, and my breathing is heavy and fast as I lean my back against him.
“Did I hurt you?” he asks, sounding worried.
“No, not at all, that was—that was amazing.” A wave of emotion hits me, and I choke on my words. He rolls me off him and lies down next to me, pulling me tightly into his arms.
“That was amazing,” he whispers, kissing my face, soothing me.
I snuggle into his broad chest and feel his warmth soaking into me as he pulls the blankets over us.
I can’t believe it is already dark outside.
“You are the most beautiful creature I have ever met,” he says softly.
I tilt my head to look up at him, and he has the most gorgeous smile on his lips.
“Was your birthday present what you hoped it would be?”
I nod, grinning at him.
“Do you want anything else for your birthday?” he chuckles.
“I wouldn’t mind a snack,” I laugh, realizing how hungry all of that made me.
“Funny, I was just thinking how I would love to make you a snack.” He throws the blankets off his side of the bed and kisses me before sliding out. “Wait here.”
“No, I want to come with you,” I say, hurrying to climb out of bed, too.
He eyes me up and down as he pulls his sweatpants on.
He picks up one of his t-shirts and walks over to me. “Lift your arms,” he demands and then pulls it over my head.
“It’s a bit big,” I say, looking down at myself.
“It looks perfect on you.” He runs his hand down my back as he kisses me again, letting his fingers cup my naked ass cheeks.
Then he steps back. “If we don’t go make a snack right now, I am going to throw you back on the bed and start snacking on you.”
I grin and let him slip his fingers into my hand and lead me through to the kitchen.
I sit on the kitchen counter, swinging my legs and watching him as he makes us a little platter of crackers and cheese with cold cuts and fruit juice.
I find myself thinking about how I have never seen this side of him and wondering how much more of himself he keeps hidden beneath his protective emotional layers.
“Stef, tomorrow night there is a thing at my brother’s house. I want you to come with me.”
He glances up at me. “I don’t remember there being a meeting scheduled for tomorrow.”
“No, it’s a family dinner. Not a work thing at all.”
“Oh. And you want me to go with you?” he asks, sounding a little surprised.
“Of course, I do,” I giggle.
“Well, then, I would love to.”
He walks over to me and holds out a cracker with cheese on it. I open my mouth and he smiles as he puts it between my lips. I bite down.
He pops the other half into his own mouth.
We spend the next half hour in the kitchen, chatting and snacking on crackers, until my body starts to feel tired and my eyes start feeling heavy.
I guess all of the emotional and physical pleasure of experiencing that for the first time has caught up with me.
Stef leans against the counter between my legs and kisses me again. His kisses are so much more tender than they were before.
“Come on, baby girl, I think it’s your bedtime,” he says, lifting me into his arms and carrying me back up to the bedroom.
He pulls me against his body, wrapping me tightly in his arms as I close my eyes. I fall asleep almost instantly, so comfortable and satisfied.
When I wake up in the morning, Stef is still holding me, and I breathe a sigh of relief that he didn’t sneak off during the night.