34. Lina
Lina
Jonathan placed a tender kiss on my lips. “I know it’s a lot to take in, so please, don’t feel pressured to respond to my confession,” he murmured. “I just want you to know how I feel about you. I like you. And I’m in love with you, Lina Lee.”
Spellbinding emotions surged through me.
All I wanted, more than ever, was to be one with him.
My chest swelled until my ribcage ached with each breath.
The only sound I could hear was my heartbeat.
Yet, underneath the palm I placed over his chest, I could feel his heart thrashing to the very tempo of my pulse.
Tears burned at the corners of my eyes as I parted my trembling lips. “I’m in love with you, too, Jonathan Lo.”
His gentle fingers cupped my cheek and kissed me there. “Why are you crying?”
“I’m just overwhelmed with emotions,” I said.
He smiled softly at me, eyes wandering all over my face to ensure I was truly fine. He sighed, “We can stop tonight. You shouldn’t push yourself—”
“No,” I interrupted him, blinking my tears away. “I’m ready.”
Jonathan tilted his head to the side and looked down at me with cocked brows. His fingers wiped my tears away and brushed my hair out of my face. “Tell me you want this, Lina. Use your words with me.”
I brought his other hand to my mouth and sucked each of his fingertips. He shuddered with each lick I gave him, his hard dick twitching at my side. When I arrived at his thumb, I made certain to give it the noisiest and sloppiest lap of my tongue.
“I’m ready for you to fuck me, Jonathan.” My words were muffled by his wet thumb still in my mouth.
“And I’ll gladly do that,” he murmured with a playful smirk. He kissed my forehead before pulling his thumb out of my mouth. “Let me go grab a towel and I’ll back.”
I nodded. It was just mere seconds before he came back with one of my towels in hand. His cheeks were flushed as he glanced at me shyly. He reached into his gym bag, which was filled with his spare clothes, and pulled out two small silver packets and a bottle. He walked over to bed.
“Sorry, Darling, you’re going to have to get up for a moment,” he said. “I’m going to lay down the towel in case you bleed.”
His voice dwindled to a soft mumble as I sat up, looking at him with curiosity. He paused at the bedside, swallowing thickly. I watched his Adam’s apple bob nervously.
“Why are you suddenly so shy?” I asked.
His ears burned crimson, finally turning to me. “I’ve never been with a virgin before.”
I blinked, surprised. “What about in high school?”
“No. My girlfriend at the time was experienced.” He sighed, reaching out to gently hold my chin between his fingers. “I’m scared of hurting you. Be honest with me if anything feels uncomfortable, okay?”
“It’s inevitable, Jonathan. But I trust you,” I said, kissing his palm.
He pulled me into a quick kiss before I got on my knees and shifted away from the middle of the bed.
I glanced at the items he pulled out of his bag and picked them up.
Two condoms, as expected, and a water-based personal lubricant.
Engrossed in these things, I popped open the lid of the lubricant bottle and accidentally poured too much into my palm.
Unsure of where to put it, I took off my bra with one hand and slathered it across my chest and over my breasts.
I played with my nipples, slipping and sliding over the sensitive buds with soft whines.
My boyfriend’s breath hitched. He pushed his shorts and boxer briefs down in one fell swoop as his sex twitched—erect, thick, and violently red. It was frustrated, pre-ejaculation budding at its tip as he pumped himself once.
“Have you ever used lube when you fuck yourself, thinking of me?” he asked.
I cupped my wet breasts and drew my thumbs over my nipples. “No,” I groaned. “But I like how wet it makes me feel.”
Jonathan smirked deviously. He pumped himself again, humming. “Why don’t you lay down over the towel and I’ll show you how wet you can get with it?”
My heart hammered in my chest as I lay down, and Jonathan climbed on. Despite my nervousness, an excited smile danced on my lips. It grew wider with the arch of Jonathan’s brows. His lips soon mirrored mine.
“Someone looks excited,” he said, ripping one of the condoms open.
I quickly sat up as he pulled out the condom. “Let me,” I said, grabbing it from his hand. We shared a wide grin. “I want to put it on you.”
I swallowed thickly when I rolled the condom down with shaky fingers. Jonathan reached out to help me pump it in place. He grabbed the bottle of lubricant and squeezed it into my waiting hands. We breathed heavily together in tandem with the slick of my hands over his shaft.
“Lay back,” Jonathan groaned with a final pump from me. “Let me get you ready for me.”
I tried to calm my racing heart down with deep breaths. Although my strong heartbeat reminded me I was alive and well, I wanted to hear Jonathan, his unsteady breaths, the way his lubricant-drenched fingers squelched when he entered me, and his rough groans.
I wanted to hear every sound he made as he fucked me.
“Jonathan,” I breathed as he dipped more lubricant into me.
“You’re already so wet,” he whispered, fingering my vaginal opening. “But I want to do my best not to hurt you.”
We shared a smile as I reached out and pumped him a few times. “I’ve had practice with your thick fingers. I’m sure I can handle your well-endowed dick, too.” I let go and leaned back, drawing my fingers over my clitoris and down to my vaginal entrance. “I’m ready for you, Professor Lo.”
“I’m well aware, Miss Lee.” He laughed, leaning over to give me a peck on the lips. “Let me know when it’s too much and I’ll stop.”
I kissed his cupid’s bow. “Yes, sir.”
He pulled away and settled himself between my legs, dragging his tip over my aching clitoris and pleading sex.
Without another wasted second, he slipped in an inch.
A thunderous groan rattled the walls of my bedroom, and I didn’t realize it was me until Jonathan’s brows knitted. Worry tugged at the seams of his mouth.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked at once.
I stopped him as soon as he started pulling out of me. “No,” I replied. Fire seared across my skin. I raked my nails across his hard and wondrous back muscles. “Give me more, Jonathan. I want more.”
He glided in another tiny fraction of himself until I shook.
Our breaths grew ragged as my walls adjusted around him.
His chest heaved with a shaky breath as his eyes flicked to where we were connected as one.
He started rolling his hips into mine, gently, and it was evident just how much I wanted this.
Wet sounds resounded from my sex with each gentle thrust.
“Does it hurt?” asked Jonathan. His brows knitted together again.
“Not much,” I breathed, smiling. I placed one of my hands over the one he had over my hips. “But I’m excited for this so it doesn’t matter if I’m in a bit of pain.”
Jonathan’s hard expression softened at my touch. He stopped and leaned over to plant kisses all over my lips and jaw. “Fuck, you’re so damn cute.”
I laughed as he pulled away with a wide grin on his face. Both his hands held my hips tenderly as he thrust into me carefully again. Our moans hitched together when he worked his hips and shaft up in the right angle.
“Like that?” he asked.
I nodded shakily. “Do you like it, too?”
He hummed. “Yeah.”
“How do I feel to you?”
He slowed his hips to lean down and give me a kiss. “Tight,” he rasped against my lips.
Although I wasn’t used to the way his girthy dick stretched me out, it felt good. The mild pain of having sex for the first time was slowly dissipating and I was certain it was because of all the years I’d spent fingering myself.
“Jonathan, more please,” I pleaded. I placed my hands over his chest and abdomen, feeling how rigid and tense his body was. He was clearly holding back in fear of causing me any pain. “It feels good.”
His expression steeled as he slid another inch further into me. I whined at the wider stretch. The pace of his thrusts were even, steady, and still gentle despite the ragged, low groans he exhaled.
“Oh my God, yes. Like that,” I attempted to say.
My words slurred together and whether Jonathan understood me or not, he made no indication of it as he continued at the perfect tempo. I clung tightly onto my bed sheets; my climax was building deep in the lower pit of my stomach. I tightened with each thrust.
He gasped sharply. “Fuck, Lina. Don’t squeeze down on me like that,” he said. “You’re going to make me come.”
I shook my head. Words merely tumbling out of my mouth as I managed to say, “I’m going to—”
The climax I assumed was still taking its time to intensify suddenly tore me in half as waves of pleasure gripped my sex and curled my toes. A raspy groan bellowed from him as Jonathan came too.
My sex convulsed and trembled under his touch as his hips continued to pummel into me in light, measured strokes. He thrust until we came down from our highs—softly milking our bodies until our climax plateaued and only sweat rolled off our skin.
My breath hitched when he finally pulled out of me. Light remnants of blood smeared on the condom. He sighed at the sight of it, reaching out to me. He grabbed my chin and his lips gingerly pressed against my temple.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
“It’s okay.” I kissed him back. “It was bound to happen.”
He quickly tugged the used condom off and kissed me again. My stomach growled in protest before I could wrap my arms around him and lock him where I wanted him to be. With a laugh, he slid out of bed and pulled me to sit up.
“That’s my cue to clean you up, feed you, and put you back to sleep,” he smiled, kissing the back of my hand. “I’ll be back soon with a warm, damp washcloth.”
He walked out of my room as I yelled after him, “What’s the point of you cleaning me up when you’re just going to make a mess of me again?”
With quick and heavy footsteps, he came back with flushed cheeks. “You want a second round?”
“Yes.” I bit my bottom lip, shyly. “You’re really good at making me feel good.”
Jonathan threw his head back, closing his eyes. He groaned with a wet, noisy swallow. His brows furrowed into a deep divot, his dick stirring from its quick nap. His throat bobbed up and down. He exhaled a long and slow breath as he opened his eyes at a leisurely pace, looking directly at me.
“You should be careful, Miss Lee,” he crooned in a rasp. “Or you’ll have to suffer the consequences of your word choice.”
“Perhaps you should consider punishing me, sir,” I smirked. “At least I’ll earn another lesson then.”
His lips coiled into a mischievous smile. “That’ll have to be saved for another day, Darling,” he said.
“It’s another day at midnight.” I shrugged, looking at the digital clock I had on my nightstand. I gulped at how quick and large his length grew.
Jonathan spat in his hand, grabbed his shaft, and slicked back his saliva in a rough pump. Arousal began to pool between my legs again as his shaft thickened.
“How eager of you,” he breathed with twinkling, inky-black eyes, “to want my cock again.”
I placed my hands on my chest, flicking my nipples in tandem with the tight pump around his hard sex. I whined softly, “Yes, sir. I am.”
“Lay down for me, Lina.”
His defined pectoral and abdominal muscles glistened in a film of sweat. More of it poured in beads dripping down his jaw and neck to those glorious muscles. I followed his command as he laughed out loud. He walked back to the bed, his strides wide, as he pumped his hard length.
He climbed in between my legs and stayed there, slicking his hand over his sex with those wet, noisy, and loud pumps. I frowned and reached for him. I drew my thumbs over his nipples as his breath hitched.
“Aren’t you going to fuck me, sir?” I asked, pinching my brows and pouting with a feigned hurt expression.
I pulled back my hands and slid them down to my soaked sex, playing with my now-throbbing clitoris.
“I’m so wet for you, Professor. Why don’t you punish me like you promised just a moment ago? ”
He reached out to hold my chin. His thumb brushed over my jaw tenderly, his gaze soft. He leaned over to kiss me, pinning his searing shaft against my clitoris, and began undulating his hips. I moaned shamelessly as his lips crashed into mine.
We kissed for a mere minute before he put on a condom, entering me with a slow push. I groaned as his breath hitch. We waited a moment for me to adjust to his girth.
“More, Jonathan,” I panted. “Please, please.”
He slid a few centimeters deeper this time as I raked my nails across his back, delivering pleasure and pain the way he did to my core.
Jonathan laughed, burying his face into my neck. “Mark me with your claws and make me bleed, Lina. I want to show everyone how good I make you feel.”
The pace of his thrust was the same as before—slow and gentle, yet precise. It felt so good my tongue grew lame and useless. I couldn’t mutter a single word. Not even his name.
All that kept tumbling out of me were my wails of pleasure as I trailed my nails across his sexy, hard back muscles until he bled. The guttural groans that rumbled out of him only reinforced the tight grip of my sex over his thick shaft, tighter and tighter until we came together.
After finally coming down from our sexual highs, he slumped into me and buried his face into my hair. He took deep, ragged breaths of my scent, humming. I pulled him closer and closed my eyes, tired and ready to sleep.
“Not yet.” Jonathan kissed my lips. “You need to eat. You barely ate anything earlier.”
I groaned. “I’m tired.”
“Nope. You need to eat, and we’re hitting the showers. After all that, you can sleep.”
He got onto his knees and pulled me up with a huge grin. With two hands on my face, he brushed these ticklish pecks all over my face until I started giggling. My stomach grumbled loudly and we both laughed.
“See? Even your body’s agreeing with me.” His grin twisted into an arrogant smirk. “Food. Shower. And then, bed.”
I arched a curious brow at him, my gaze lingering on his handsome face and trailing down to his sweaty, defined abdomen. “Naked?”
We shared a mischievous smile. He tipped his head in that coy, playful way with a lick of his lips. “Naked.”