Chapter 13 – Celine #2
“Artur,” I moaned his name, my voice barely above a whisper.
My hand flew into my hair as my eyes rolled backward in sheer pleasure. He held my thighs in place while eating, his head tilting slightly like he was enjoying it. I knew I was.
He flicked the tip of his tongue rapidly over my throbbing clit while simultaneously brushing his thumb along my wet entrance.
I moaned, the storm outside helping drown out my soundtracks. The more he ate, the more I tried to pull away. However, on each attempt, he’d pull me back and hold my thighs in place.
“It’s so good,” I confessed, basking in the ecstasy of his mouth on my cunt. “It’s so fuckin’ good.”
A part of me was certain I would regret this later. But for the time being, I was going to enjoy the moment to the fullest.
I reached out and grabbed a handful of his hair while pressing his head deeper. My emotions were heightened, and I couldn’t get enough of him.
I wanted more.
He ate. And ate. And ate.
I arched my back, my lips parted in a silent scream as his tongue explored the depths of my pussy. He knew what he was doing: where to touch, when to touch, and how to touch me. The man was clearly an expert in the anatomy of a woman’s body.
The sensation from his touch took me to places I never thought possible. The feeling was so overwhelming that my heart almost exploded out of my chest.
My moans grew louder and more ferocious the minute he began paying more attention to my clit. Being the attentive man that he was, he noticed the change in my body language and my breathing.
He glanced at me, as though he’d just realized where his tongue should be. At least for the next few minutes. I liked how he got the message without making me beg for it.
Artur stayed on my clit, moving his tongue in circles and flicking it more rapidly.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I cried, pressing his head deeper between my legs. “Right there. Just like that.”
He kept going, doing exactly what I wanted.
I threw my head backward, stray strands framing my face as I let out a series of soft purrs. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
It didn’t seem like he had any plans of doing that any time soon.
My brain was completely blank, my pulse quickening by the second. My muscles were contracted, and my legs were already trembling. Never had I felt so much pleasure coursing through me all at once before.
It was so good.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” My moans climbed higher and higher as I slammed my palm on the table after each expression. “Oh, my God, I’m gonna come.”
It wasn’t until I announced my arrival that he took his mouth off my clit.
“Fuccckkk!” I cried out.
I felt some kind of liquid slip through my pussy as the sweetest sensation I’d ever felt sprinted through me. I fell back on the table, shaking, trembling with my legs locked, eyes wide with pleasure.
My mouth was open, but no sound came forth. My face was twisted in ecstasy, my breathing ragged and heavy. I was shuddering, shaking like a wet duck.
He towered over me with a self-satisfied grin perched on his lips. He watched me have an orgasm and waited for the feeling to calm before reaching to touch me again.
I sat up, eyes flashing with insatiable hunger. “I’m ready,” I said, my voice laced with urgency and desperation. “Take me. Take me now.”
He sealed my lips with another kiss and carried me to the bed. There, he lay me down on my back and undressed me. I helped take off his pants, too, before he climbed on top of me.
While he devoured my lips, I reached down and began stroking his hard cock. I focused on the cap, my gentle touches smearing his pre-cum over it. After he let out a deep groan, I knew he enjoyed it. So, I continued.
The air was charged with something primal, mixed with the scent of my arousal and his cologne. He kissed me down the nape of my neck, then settled for a moment on my chest. He sucked my breasts and deliciously bit my nipples.
While doing that, his hand teased my thighs, roaming over my lower body.
“Slide it in,” I whispered in his face, eager to feel him inside me.
He positioned his cock outside my entrance and began stroking his cap along my folds. Then, gently, the slow penetration began.
The pain was unbearable at first as my tight pussy gave way to accommodate his cock. I locked my jaw, fingers digging into his arms in an attempt to hold still.
I could feel my pussy stretching out, my flesh tearing. Fuck, it was painful.
I moaned in agony.
“Shhh.” He caressed my face, his thumb brushing against my cheek. “I’ll be more gentle.”
This was a version of Artur Tarasov that I hadn’t seen before. Soft and considerate. He cared about how I felt and didn’t make this all about him. It was as though his main purpose was to please me. Not himself.
It felt really good to be thought of in that manner—especially coming from a man like him.
He didn’t rush it. Instead, he took his time to help my body adjust to having him inside. It took a while, but he was patient, sliding inch by inch.
At last, he was all in; my pussy had swallowed him whole. After a few careful thrusts, I began getting used to it, and the ratio of pain to pleasure was gradually changing. More pleasure. Less pain.
I raised my leg in the air, his hand caressing my skin as he sealed my lips with a slow, fervent kiss. I threw my arms around his neck, my waist bucking beneath him.
It didn’t take long before the pain vanished, replaced by nothing but pleasure. He started slowly and gradually built his tempo over time. He kissed me, sucked on my breasts, traced the curve of my body, and fucked me real good.
I felt like a woman. Alive.
I didn’t realize what I’d been missing out on until now.
“Harder,” I whimpered, holding his gaze. “Go harder. I can take it.”
His response was a mysterious grin.
Artur quickened pace, ramming into me with relentless strokes. The bed creaked beneath us, the headboard slamming noisily into the wall. If there was someone in the next room, I was certain they’d hear us. But I couldn’t care less right now.
I spread out my legs, basking in the euphoria of his long dick. I could feel him deep inside my stomach. Fuck.
He got up and positioned himself on his knees with his ass on his heels. He held my legs apart and pulled me closer before holding my waist. Artur stared into my eyes as he resumed hitting me hard and fast.
My breasts were bouncing up and down, my fingers tugging against the sheets. I moaned, calling out his name as I arched my back in response to his thrusts.
He kept going. Harder. Faster.
His groin slapped against my ass, the sound echoing off the walls. He raised my waist a bit higher, then continued driving into me with relentless strokes. This time, his cock began hitting my G-spot.
“Fuck, right there—right there!” I screamed.
He held my waist, his hands guiding my every move while driving into me. Each thrust was harder than the last, and soon, I drew closer to the edge.
He did too.
Even though it was my first time, I knew that that deep groan was a signal for his arrival. I held his gaze, refusing to look away as his face contorted in pleasure.
“Fuck!” he groaned intensely, muscles contracting.
Then came the release, warm and sticky.
Artur filled me up with his essence, a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead. Exhausted, he collapsed on the bed beside me, gasping for air.
I lay there in silence, struggling to catch my breath after letting out a satisfactory sigh. It felt like I’d been set on fire, and at the same time, I felt hollowed out.
When I caught him looking at me with that soft expression on his face, my heart melted within me. In the deafening silence that followed, I couldn’t help wondering whether I felt safe or ruined.
One thing was certain, though: We’d crossed a line, and there was no going back now.