Chapter thirty-three
MICHAEL
“Wait!” I practically screamed, as I stopped kissing her and moved my face away a little.
I almost regretted it deeply. That way, I had a panoramic view of her breasts exposed through her already completely open blouse.
She wasn't wearing a bra. That was a low blow.
“What is it?” she asked, with a tone of insecurity in her voice. “You don't want to?”
My dick started to hurt at the sound of that question.
I didn't want her? What the hell! Under any other circumstances, I would already be burying myself inside her.
“About what you said that day... you know... about you being...”
“A virgin?” she added naturally, which made me feel like a complete idiot for being so worked up about it.
“Yeah, that's it. Don't you think we're going too fast?”
She smiled mockingly. “Is it really the player Michael Turner who is asking me something like that?”
I understood what she meant by the question. I was completely unfamiliar with the concept of 'taking it slow' when it came to sex.
But this time it was different.
“It's just... You told me yourself that you always wanted your first time to be with...”
“Someone with whom I felt safety and connection. Check.”
“I'm the completely wrong guy, Camila...”
“You were. You know you're not anymore. If that's your fear, Michael, I promise not to ask you for anything after this. Everything will continue to be the same as before.”
I didn't want things to continue as they were before, and I knew Camila didn't either. That statement of hers the night before, even though it had been made in a moment of almost total unconsciousness, had been sincere.
I wanted to be the first in her life.
I also wanted to be the only one.
How crazy was that?
I decided, just like her, to put my cards on the table, “I must confess that I'm not that experienced. I don't know much about virgins. Not in practice.”
“Well, I don't know much about sex. Not in practice. I think we can learn from each other.”
The proposal was simply irresistible.
I kissed her again, and she went back to work unbuttoning my shirt. When she finished, she tried to do the same with my pants, but, as if that were possible, she got even more tangled up in them. All that distress of desire on her part mixed with her total inexperience was completely adorable.
And it made me even crazier with lust.
I moved my lips down to her chin, down her neck, until I reached her breasts, where I lingered for a few moments.
She gasped when I took one of her nipples into my mouth, squirming on the sheets.
While I tasted one, I took the other breast in my hands, running my fingers over the nipple, noticing how much Camila seemed to enjoy it.
“Do you like it like that?” I asked, teasing her.
Her voice came out broken with moans. “I like it... I like it a lot...”
I would give her other things that she would like even more.
I moved my mouth down the valley between her breasts, leaving kisses along the way, down her belly. I grabbed the waistband of her pajama pants and panties with both hands, pulling them down to her knees in one movement. She moved her legs, getting rid of the rest of her clothes.
I went back to kissing her stomach, while I slid my hands along the inside of her thighs, gently spreading them apart. Her moans were turning me on more and more, making my cock more and more desperate to bury itself inside her every second.
But I would go slowly. I would take it slow. Camila had already tortured herself when she thought she'd had her first time without remembering any of it. Now, I not only wanted to make sure she would remember it — I wanted those memories to be the best possible.
Feeling that she was more than ready for more intimate contact, I threw my mouth onto her already wet pussy, running my tongue over it, tasting the sweet taste of her inexperience.
She moaned even louder and bucked her hips. I circled my tongue around her clit and began sucking on it. This time, the sound that escaped her lips was a stifled cry as she arched her back.
But I didn't want her to hold back. I wanted to hear her scream with pleasure.
“Don't stop, Michael... P... please... don't stop...” the last word was followed by another scream.
Hearing my name whimpered like that in her voice was like torture to me.
I stopped for a moment to lift my face and look at her. She was exactly the way I had always dreamed of seeing her: with her face flushed, her reddish hair spread across the white sheet, her eyes closed, and her mouth half open to be able to breathe better.
Thinking that I was the first man to do that to her touched my ego in a way that had never happened before.
“Please don't stop...” she begged again.
I ran my tongue over her clit again. Just once, in a teasing way.
“Is that how you like it?”
“Yes, like that. More, Michael, please...”
The way she whimpered, begging for pleasure, drove me even crazier. I went back to eating her, feeling her getting wetter and wetter. That was how I wanted her when I penetrated her.
Pulling back, I slowly inserted a finger inside her. She was so wet that the finger slid in easily. Then I tried another one. She whimpered and lifted her knees a little. I started a gentle movement with my index and middle fingers inside her, while I went back to licking and sucking her clitoris.
I sped up my movements until I felt her close to orgasm. I replaced my tongue with my thumb because I made a point of looking at her at that moment. She bit her lips hard, seeming to be struggling to contain her screams.
“Don't hold back, darling...” I asked, putting even more force into my movements. “Let me hear how much you like this.”
“Michael... I... I'm going to...” her voice became nothing but a scream of pleasure.
She arched her back and her legs clamped tightly around my hand.
I went back up and brushed away the hair that was falling across her face. Stretched out on the bed, breathing heavily, her eyes were filled with pure satisfaction. I couldn't resist taking her lips with mine, finding her tongue with mine, making her taste herself.
And that was just the beginning. I stood up and took off my pants. On the table next to the bed was a pack of condoms and I picked one up, putting it on my cock. When I turned my attention back to Camila, I noticed that she was looking at me, looking slightly scared.
I hated having to make the following observation, “We can stop here if you want, Cami.”
She smiled, and I could tell she realized that this was the first time I had called her by her nickname. But she didn't say anything about it.
“Do you think you can tease me like that and not follow through, Mr. Turner?”
The way she called me made my dick hurt even more. It was already unbearable. Still, I tried one more time, “Are you really sure about that?”
“I told you I wanted to learn from you, didn't I? Why don't you come teach me?”
Oh, I would...
There was a lot I wanted to teach her.
I knelt on the bed and again slowly spread her thighs apart as I spoke.
“First you have to open up to me, darling.”
She obeyed, spreading her legs.
“Like this, Mr. Turner?”
I liked that boss and employee game...
Oh, I really liked it...
“Like that. It might hurt a little, but I promise to go very slowly.”
“I trust you.”
I leaned over her, kissing her again. I spread her legs a little further and fitted the head of my cock at the entrance of her slit.
That was the greatest test of self-control I had ever had to do in my life.
I pushed inside her, as slowly as I could.
She was so wet, so ready, and so deliciously tight that I just wanted to take her hard.
She let out a moan that was different from the previous ones. This time, it was one of pain. The expression on her face made it even clearer.
“Are you okay?” I asked, making the superhuman effort to stop.
She had closed her eyes, but opened them again, looking directly into mine.
“Okay. Just keep going.”
“It's only like that the first time. After that it gets better, I promise.”
“Good, just like when you did it with your fingers and mouth?”
“Better than that.”
She gave a slight smile.
“I doubt it. It's impossible.”
I would prove to her that it wasn't.
I began to move my hips slowly. She moaned in pain a few more times, and each time I stopped, feeling like I was going to go crazy at any moment.
Until the moans started to get different, still with a little pain, but mixed with the beginning of pleasure.
“Does it hurt?” I tested.
“Yes, but... It's good... Don't stop, Michael, please.”
I continued, still slowly, paying attention to her sounds, her movements and the rhythm of her breathing. Her eyes, fixed on mine, were full of desire, and that was all the signal I needed to increase the pace.
I thrust harder into her, going in and out faster, finally satisfying my desire and hers. She whimpered for more and soon her hips started moving too, following mine at the same pace.
I felt in her body the signs that she was reaching orgasm and I intensified my movements, also feeling mine close. Her moans mixed with mine, becoming a single sound, just as our bodies became one, moving in total synchrony.
We came together, and I took possession of her mouth again, while my cock was still throbbing inside her.
There I was even more certain that things would never go back to the way they were before.