Chapter 7 - Raphael
"There won't be anything sweet about them tonight."
I watch Annie walk away, her hips swaying slightly in those sleep shorts that barely cover her ass. The moment she's out of sight, I slam my fist against the countertop, trying to regain some semblance of control.
"Fuck!" I hiss into the empty kitchen.
My cock is so hard it's painful, straining against my pants like it's trying to break free.
I haven't been this turned on in years, maybe ever.
The combination of her confession about being a virgin, the way she looked at me with those innocent amber eyes while saying such filthy things, the sheer fucking audacity of her standing there telling me she wants me despite knowing what I am. ..
I need release before I lose my mind completely.
I make my way to my bedroom, checking Marco's room first out of habit. He's sound asleep, clutching his dinosaur, completely unaware that his father is currently fighting the urge to fuck his nanny senseless.
Once inside my room, I take a deep breath and strip off my clothes. My cock springs free, standing at full attention, the head purple and weeping. I wrap my hand around it, groaning at even that minimal contact.
"Jesus Christ," I mutter, falling back onto my bed.
I start stroking myself, trying to relieve the unbearable pressure.
Images of Annie flood my mind. Her lips parted as I kissed her, her eyes darkening with desire, the way she stared at my bulge.
I imagine what she might look like naked, those curves she tries to hide under modest clothing fully exposed to my gaze.
I increase my pace, gripping myself tighter. What would she sound like, I wonder? Would she be loud or would she try to stay quiet, knowing Marco is sleeping down the hall? Would she beg me to be gentle with her first time, or would she want it rough like she claimed in the kitchen?
"Fuck, Annie," I groan, my hand moving faster now.
The sound of something at my door breaks through my haze of lust. A soft thud, then what sounds like a muffled gasp. I freeze, my cock throbbing in my hand, as my bedroom door swings open slightly.
Annie stands there, completely naked, her hand still on the doorknob.
She nearly stumbles forward, catching herself at the last moment.
The light from the hallway silhouettes her curves.
Full breasts with hardened nipples, the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips, and between her thighs, the glistening evidence of her arousal.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I demand, not bothering to cover myself. It's too late for modesty. She's already seen me stroking my cock.
Her cheeks flush, but her eyes remain fixed on my erection. "I—I couldn't help myself," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. "When I got to my room, I started touching myself, thinking about you, about what you said you wanted to do to me."
My cock jerks at her words, a fresh bead of pre-cum forming at the tip.
"I was so wet," she continues, and I nearly groan at the innocence with which she says such a filthy thing. "I couldn't stop. But it wasn't enough. I wanted... I needed to see you again."
She takes a step into the room. "I came to your door to tell you, to show you how wet I was, but then I heard you... groaning. And I looked through the crack in the door and saw you touching yourself and I... I couldn't look away."
She bites her lower lip, an expression of genuine remorse crossing her face. "I'm sorry for spying. I should have knocked."
I'm barely processing her apology because my brain is stuck on the fact that she was touching herself thinking of me, that she came here to show me how wet she is, that this isn't some alcohol-induced mistake but a choice she's making stone-cold sober.
"You were touching yourself," I repeat, my voice rough with need. "Thinking about me."
She nods, and despite her boldness in coming here naked, I can see the nervousness in her eyes. She's playing at being experienced, but the virgin she confessed to being is still there beneath the surface.
Annie is the most perfect contradiction I've ever seen.
The face of an angel but clearly a devil sent to destroy my sanity.
And it's working. How could I possibly resist such a curvy goddess?
I've never liked skinny girls. I've always preferred women with meat on their bones, something to grab, to squeeze, to hold onto while I'm pounding into them.
I get up from the bed, not bothering to hide my nakedness or my arousal. My cock juts out before me, throbbing with each step I take toward her.
"Come in," I tell her, my voice low and commanding. "Close the door and lock it."
She obeys immediately, turning to secure the lock before facing me again. Her eyes drift down to my cock, widening slightly at its size. I'm well-endowed. I know this without false modesty, and the thought of being her first sends a fresh surge of blood to my already painfully hard erection.
"Join me on the bed," I instruct her. "Show me how you touch yourself."
If I expected hesitation, I'm surprised.
Annie doesn't falter for a moment. She practically dashes to the bed, climbing onto it with an eagerness that makes my cock twitch.
She settles in the center of my king-sized mattress, propping herself up on my pillows before spreading her legs wide, exposing her pink, glistening pussy to my hungry gaze.
Before I can even sit down, her hand is between her legs, fingers circling her clit. She writhes against her own touch, back arching, her half-lidded eyes locked on mine as if challenging me to look away. I couldn't if I tried.
She's an exhibitionist, this innocent virgin.
She enjoys having me watch her pleasure herself, and if she wants to give me a show, I'm not about to stop her.
I sit beside her on the bed, wrapping my hand around my cock again, but this time I take it slow.
I want her to see everything—how my hand engulfs my thick shaft, how the skin slides up and down with each deliberate stroke, how pre-cum beads at the tip before I smear it down the length for lubrication.
"You're so fucking beautiful," I tell her, my eyes roaming over her body.
She's magnificent. Full breasts heaving with each heavy breath, beads of sweat beginning to form between them. Her nipples are hard, begging to be sucked. Her stomach has belly rolls, a gentle curve that most women would try to hide but that I find irresistibly feminine.
As I watch, she slides her fingers lower, teasing her entrance before pushing two fingers inside herself. The sight of her fucking herself on her own hand nearly undoes me. She's shameless in her pleasure, fingers pumping in and out while her thumb continues to work her clit.
"God, yes," I encourage her, matching my strokes to the rhythm of her fingers. "Fuck yourself for me, Annie. Show me how wet you are."
Suddenly, she withdraws her fingers—glistening with her arousal—and reaches for my cock with her other hand. Before I can react, she's wrapped her fingers around my shaft while bringing her wet fingers to her mouth, sucking them clean with hollowed cheeks and a moan that vibrates through me.
I nearly have a heart attack. How can this inexperienced girl be so instinctively seductive?
How is she teasing me like no woman has ever done before?
Is she a natural at this, or has she studied, prepared, fantasized about this moment?
I don't care. I can't hold back anymore, especially not with her small hand trying to stroke my massive cock.
I grab her wrist, gently but firmly, and place her hand back on her clit.
"Touch yourself here," I command, then move down the bed until I'm face-to-face with her pussy.
Up close, she's even more perfect. Pink, swollen, and so fucking wet that her juices are trickling down toward her ass. I bite my lower lip, taking a moment to appreciate the view before diving in. I bury my face between her thighs, my tongue immediately seeking out her clit.
"Oh fuck!" she cries out, her free hand grabbing my hair, holding me against her as her body trembles.
I show her no mercy, alternating between broad strokes up her slit and focused circles around her clit. I tease her entrance with the tip of my tongue, dipping inside just enough to make her whimper before returning to her clit.
"Raphael," she moans, her voice breaking on my name. "Oh god, that feels—I can't—"
I glance up without stopping, watching her breasts bounce with each movement, her mouth open, a thin line of saliva escaping the corner of her lips.
And then I remember—she's a virgin. I'm going to be the first man inside her, the first to feel her tight pussy gripping my cock. The thought makes me groan against her flesh, sending vibrations through her most sensitive parts.
I need to prepare her properly. I slide two fingers into her, curving them upward to find that rough patch of skin that makes women lose their minds. When I find it, her reaction is immediate and spectacular.
"Fuck! There, right there!" she cries out, her thighs clamping around my head.
I massage her g-spot relentlessly while sucking her clit, and within seconds she's falling apart. Her entire body goes rigid before convulsing, and to my surprise and delight, she squirts, her release soaking my sheets and splashing against my chin.
"Oh my god," she gasps, covering her face with her hands as the aftershocks ripple through her. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to—that's never happened before—"
I crawl up her body, gently pulling her hands away from her face. Her cheeks are flushed with pleasure and embarrassment, her eyes avoiding mine.
"Hey," I say softly, waiting until she looks at me. "That was fucking incredible. You have nothing to be sorry for."
"Really?" she asks, her voice small and uncertain.
"Really," I confirm, leaning down to kiss her. I want her to taste herself on my lips, to understand how much I enjoyed making her come that way.
When I pull back, she looks at me with a mixture of satisfaction and renewed desire. "Are you going to fuck me now?" she asks, the innocent phrasing making my cock throb against her thigh.
"Is that what you want, Annie?" I ask, needing to hear her say it explicitly. "You want me to be your first?"
"Yes," she whispers, then more firmly, "Yes. I want you inside me. Please, Raphael."
"You've been such a good girl," I tell her, positioning myself between her legs. "You deserve your reward."
I rub the head of my cock against her entrance, coating myself in her wetness. She's so aroused that despite her virginity, I think she can take me without too much pain. Still, I'll need to be careful.
"This might hurt at first," I warn her. "We'll go slow. If you need me to stop at any point, just say so."
She nods, eyes wide but determined. "I trust you."
Those three words nearly break me. After what I've done tonight, after the things I've confessed to her, she still trusts me with her body, with her first time.
I press forward slowly, watching her face for any sign of discomfort as the head of my cock breaches her entrance. She's incredibly tight, her body initially resisting, but so wet that I slide in easier than I expected.
"Breathe," I remind her, pausing when I feel resistance—her hymen. "This is the part that might hurt. Ready?"
She takes a deep breath, then nods. "I'm ready."
I thrust forward, breaking through that thin barrier. Annie gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders, but she doesn't tell me to stop. I hold still, giving her body time to adjust to my size.
"You okay?" I ask, struggling to maintain control when all I want to do is pound into her tight heat.
"Yes," she breathes after a moment. "It stung, but it's already fading. You can move now."
I start with shallow thrusts, gradually working more of my length into her. Her discomfort seems to fade quickly, replaced by pleasure as her body relaxes around me.
"More," she demands, lifting her hips to meet my thrusts. "I want all of you."
I oblige, sinking deeper with each thrust until I'm fully seated inside her, my pelvis pressed against hers. Her virgin pussy clenches around me, so tight it's almost painful, so wet that each movement creates obscene squelching sounds.
"Fuck, Annie," I groan, setting a steady rhythm. "You feel amazing. So fucking tight around my cock."
She moans in response, her hands traveling from my shoulders to my back, nails leaving marks I'll feel tomorrow. "You're so big," she gasps. "You're stretching me so much."
"I want you to come again," I tell her. "I want to feel you come around my cock."