Chapter 47 #2
“I love this,” I say, planting kisses on her soft belly, and tears glisten in her eyes when I look up.
Determined to make her feel loved and wanted, I continue kissing my way down her body, every part of her. When I’m done, I find myself kneeling at the foot of the bed, holding her feet in my hand and kissing her toe, which elicits a giggle from her, a sound that is as rare as it is precious.
I then trail kisses up her leg, along the inside, this time moving closer to my goal between her thighs. Her gaze is hazy with desire as our eyes meet. I pause for a moment, my fingers hooked in the waistband of her panties.
“May I?” I ask, and she slowly nods.
With a gentle touch, I help her out of them, leaving her completely bare before me. She is already wet for me, glistening, making my mouth water.
I need to taste her, to make her come on my tongue and give her what she deserves.
I swipe my hands up her inner thighs, nudging them apart.
“What are you doing?” she asks me, trying to close her legs again, so I let her.
“I want to taste you, Carolina, make sure you’re ready for me,” I say, stroking her calves.
“I’ve never done that before,” she admits, blushing.
“You have no idea how hard it makes me to know that I have the honor to get all of your firsts,” I say, hovering over her and kissing her. “But I can wait if you’re not ready,”
“No, I want everything with you, I just have… insecurities, I guess,”
“That’s okay.” I kiss her once more before scooting back down, and she opens her legs for me, so I push them wider.
“I am going to make you forget all about them,” I promise before leaning down, breathing in her scent.
I lick over her slit, and she gasps. Then I use my fingers to spread her open for me and lick her clit, her taste driving me mad.
“Fuck, Carolina, you taste better than candy,” I say, which makes her giggle again, but it turns quickly into moans when I delve back in.
My hand wanders up her thigh, and her mouth falls open on a pant, eyes shut.
I slide one of my fingers inside her just a little before pulling it out again, repeating the motion and feeling her stretch around me.
Her hips start to move with me, and each time, I push my finger a little farther, trying to prepare her.
I know no matter what I do, it is still going to hurt, but I want to lessen the pain as much as possible.
As I’m sliding my finger out once more, her tight pussy clenches, telling me she’s close to coming, so I gently ease another finger in. She whimpers, her thighs trembling, and I groan with how responsive she is for me.
I imagine it’s my cock she’s squeezing and not my fingers, moaning with her in anticipation. To take her raw, feeling her virgin pussy contract around me has my own legs shaking.
Her breathing increases with each thrust of my fingers, and she grinds down against my hand.
Then, with one of her hands on my head, she runs her fingers through my hair, pulling on it, tugging me closer.
I release a growl into her pussy, her taste and the slight pain on my scalp nearly enough for me to come with her when she falls over the edge.
Joshua wipes his face on my inner thigh, then leans over me, kissing me deeply so I can taste myself on his tongue. Surprisingly, it’s not a bad taste, and I feel relieved.
This was mind-blowing, but it would have been tainted if I tasted bad.
No wonder everyone talks about getting head.
He leans back, smiling at me, and I reach up to wipe his hair away from his beautiful eyes, my finger finding his dimple.
“You still want this?” he asks, his voice filled with tenderness.
“Yes,” I reply, panting and feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness.
He’s already laying between my legs, cradling my head with his hands, his heart pounding almost out of his chest.
“Okay, I don’t want to hurt you, but I don’t think I can prevent that,” he admits, and I can see he’s worried.
“I know,” I say, smiling at him reassuringly.
I let my hand wander to his pants and help him slide them down before he removes them completely. His erection presses against my pussy, sending shivers through me.
I wonder how much it’s going to hurt, but it doesn’t matter. I know I can handle a lot.
He kisses me again before lifting my thighs to his hips. “Wrap them around me,” he whispers.
I do as he says and reach up, holding onto his shoulders. He positions himself at my entrance, and my heart races. His hands are on my hips, and he leans down, bringing his face close to mine until our noses touch. He pecks my lips before whispering, “I love you.”
In one motion, he jerks my hips to him while thrusting into me, and I gasp as a sharp pain shoots through me.
He peppers my face with kisses, murmuring how sorry he is and how perfect I am, all the while stroking my hips gently without moving inside me.
I grip his shoulders hard, my nails digging into his skin.
After the initial short, stabbing pain, there’s a burning sensation between my legs, but it’s not as intense as I expected. It’s more of a foreign feeling, realizing I’m being filled by him. I relax a bit, and he glides in deeper, making me gasp again as the burning sensation intensifies.
“I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” Joshua asks, his voice strained and panting, his hands now holding my head gently.
“Are you okay?” I ask right back.
Does it hurt for a man to take someone’s virginity?
I’m clenching my pussy, testing if it lessens the burning sensation, but Joshua nearly whimpers with the move. His fingers tremble beside my temple. “Am I doing it wrong?” I ask, tears welling up in my eyes.
“What? Fuck no, you’re perfect,” he reassures me, kissing me tenderly. “I’m going to move, okay? Tell me if it hurts too much.”
I nod, and he starts moving his hips slowly. The motion lessens the burning sensation, and I take a deep breath.
“Better?” he asks, stroking my cheek gently while pulling out and pushing back in slowly.
“Yes,” I say, genuinely feeling better now.
He kisses my temple sweetly. “You feel so fucking good,” he whispers, his voice rough. “So tight, warm, and wet. So soft.”
“You like it?” I ask, genuinely surprised since he seemed in pain earlier.
He makes a deep grunting sound as he thrusts in slowly again. “Like it? I fucking love it. Now I just have to make you love it too,” he says, then gets off me, leaving me feeling empty.
“What are you doing?” I ask, confused, as he positions himself behind me, pulling me close and spooning me.
He wraps his arm under my head, grabbing one of my breasts, while his other hand lifts my thigh and pulls it back over his hips.
He nuzzles my neck and slowly enters me from behind.
This time, it feels good, making me moan, the burning sensation only slightly there.
His hand strokes my thigh with his slow thrusts before moving to my front, finding my clit. He circles it while rolling my nipple with his other hand, steadily increasing his movement.
I’m panting, feeling much more relaxed as he plants open-mouthed kisses up my neck. “You’re doing perfect. You take me so good, Carolina,” he whispers, and his words cause my belly to flutter, making me forget about the slight pain still there.
His kisses, the way he squeezes my nipple, and his finger on my clit all coax me toward an orgasm, something I hadn’t thought possible while still slightly hurting with him deep inside me. The pleasure builds, and with each movement of his body and touch of his hand, I’m pushed closer to the edge.
“Come for me, my Carolina. I need you to come on my cock,” he murmurs against my skin, his thrusts becoming shallower but still relentless.
He bites down on my shoulder, and I gasp, a wave of pleasure washing over me. “Joshua,” I moan out, clenching down on him.
He groans, pausing inside me. “So fucking tight, Carolina,” he grits out, panting, and I can’t help but squeeze around him again as a new level of ecstasy washes over me.
He moans, his hips bucking before he presses into me one last time.
I’m so full I don’t know if I need more or if it’s too much.
A warmth fills me, and I realize he’s holding his breath, his orgasm taking over.
He pulls me even closer to him and hugs me tightly to his chest, showering the back of my head with kisses as we both catch our breaths.
My hands grip his forearms around me, and he loosens his embrace, gently pulling out of me. Joshua then turns me to face him, leaning down to kiss me tenderly.
More wetness than I think there should be pools between us, and I break the kiss, giving him a panicked look. “I think I just made a mess.”
“I’ve got you,” he reassures me, kissing my forehead before heading to his en suite bathroom.
I hear the water running before he returns with a warm, wet washcloth to clean me up. Glancing down, I notice I’ve bled on his sheets. It’s not much, but enough to leave a stain on the sky-blue covers. My face flushes with embarrassment, but Joshua doesn’t seem to mind.
“I am so sorry,” I whisper.
“Hush…” He gently silences me, pulling me close to his side again and squeezing me affectionately. “Are you feeling okay?” he asks with his lips against my temple.
I nod. “Was it any good for you?” I ask, my insecurities rising to the top.
He huffs, and the force of air swirls strands of hair around my face. “This was the best fucking thing, I promise. You’re absolutely perfect for me,” he says, kissing my head.