I leaned my head against his bare chest and closed my eyes, letting the earlier fog of wine pull me back down into a sleepy lazy state. He carried me across the room and laid me down gently on the bed. I heard him removing his pants, and felt him getting in beside me. Despite my more subdued state, I began to get nervous.
He wasted no time, and immediately began to undress me. The sensation of my panties clearing hips lifted whatever haze I was in as my eyes sprang open. He paused enough to looked at me and give me a wicked grin. He locked gazes with me while he finished taking them off. Almost daring me to say something, or maybe giving me the chance to stop him. He looked sexier than I remembered, and I knew there was no way I was going to stop him now. He had barely touched me and my pulse had began to quicken, not to mention that any good sense I had was replaced by the 3 or so glasses of Merlot I had consumed.
I then realized that he had always been fully clothed at our prior encounters. This was the first time I got to run my eyes across his flesh. The faint glow of the fire on the opposite end on the room provided enough light for me to make out a defined physique. I always imagined he was in shape, but to see that toned muscular frame in front of me was quite another thing all together.
He slowly began to rub his fingers against me, massaging me in the one place of my body I had no control of. I felt my wetness begin to pour and became slightly embarrassed. He was going to think there was something wrong with me. Surely that kind of reaction was not normal. As if reading my thoughts he looked down at his now saturated fingers and smiled.
"Good Girl, I need you nice and wet" His voice low and husky. Even the sound of his voice was driving me wild. I wanted to answer but didn't know what to say, so instead I remained quiet. He slipped one finger inside of me rather easily and began to massage me from the inside, then quickly inserted another. His two fingers rubbing and pushing inside of me was almost too much. I held my breath trying to hold on, the pressure building inside of me becoming excessive.
"Does that feel good?" he asked. My body answered for me as I began to move in rhythm against his hand. He bent his down over me, his lips inches from mine. I closed my eyes expectantly waiting for him to kiss me. When the kiss never came I opened my eyes to see him staring intently at me.
"I want to see what your face looks like when you cum. Last time I missed it" He grinned.
How did he even know I was close, he was certainly no virgin. I just stared at him as he began to pump me harder only slowing down to rub my clitoris with his thumb inevitably sending me over the edge. My body shuddering as I tried to catch my breath. I closed my eyes not wanting to see him watching me like this, I felt so vulnerable.
"Beautiful" was all he said. I realized then that, that was probably the nicest thing he had ever said to me.
He withdrew his fingers and moved himself so he was on his knees positioned in between my legs. I looked down to see that he was naked. This man was quick as I didn't even know he had taken of his boxers. I did notice that he was stroking his rather large cock. I immediately became intimidated. It was huge. Not that there was anything for me to compare it to, but I was quite sure my hand would barely fit around it. Noticing me staring at him, he began to rub it against me. Still extremely wet, it was quite easy for him slide and rub his cock against my still throbbing bundle of nerves.
"Is it going to hurt?" I nervously asked him.
He stopped sliding himself against me and replied with a very serious, "Yes". He paused for another second then said, "It's going to hurt you now, but soon Alivia, you will be begging me for it".
He then leaned in towards me using his body weight to push my knees back to the mattress. Forcing me to be completely open and exposed to him. I was completely under his control, although I felt I would be under his complete control regardless of the position.
"Tell me what I want to hear baby, tell me it's mine" He face close, his eyes wild with want. I couldn't deny him. It would be denying myself, he wasn't the only one with lust making them wild.
"It's yours" I replied. My words being immediately swallowed up by his kiss as he claimed my mouth with his. His lips soft and fat pressing against mine, opening my mouth making room for his tongue to enter and explore. He tasted like peppermint, with a hint of liquor. My god this man was delicious. I pulled away catching my breath.
"I want you inside of me" My own voice sounding foreign to me. Did I really just say that? The fact that he finally kissed must have made me brave or lust drunk.
Leaning back in he kissed me firmly. "Okay baby" he groaned, "relax".
Closing my eyes I willed myself to relax. I felt him reach down and position the tip of his cock towards me and gently thrust forward. I was holding my breath again in anticipation of immense pain but it didn't come. I felt a little discomfort but nothing I couldn't handle. I began to relax; this wasn't going to be too bad. He held himself there inside of me very still for a split second before he covered my mouth with his and rammed the rest of himself into me. I screamed into his mouth immediately trying to pull away from the intense burning of torn skin I was feeling. My efforts were futile. He held me firmly in place and continued to kiss me thoroughly while his cock stretched out the inside of me to accommodate itself.
After a couple of minutes the initial sharpness of the pain began to subside and become duller. He finally grabbed hold of my hips and ever so slowly began to move back and forth inside of me.
I whimpered in pain my entire body tense.
"It hurts" was all I could manage to say.
"I know, don't worry I will fuck you until it feels good" I just looked at him tears in my eyes. I took a deep breath afraid that somehow I was going to disappoint him.
He leaned down slowly kissing me, nibbling on my fat bottom lip and ear lobes while slowly moving his cock back and forth in me. I was so happy that he was kissing me. I had wanted that since the first time. I kissed him back, and began concentrating on how beautiful his face was. I grazed my teeth across his neck and ran my fingers down his back resting my hands on his firm ass. I could feel the way his hips were rocking back and forth and he continued to thrust himself into me.
The pain slowly began subside and I relaxed a little. I was really enjoying the sensation of having his cock inside of me. He was claiming me as his. The thought made me happy. He looked down at me again. "You okay?" he asked his breathing heavy.
I nodded. Even If I wasn't I would have nodded. He began to push harder forcing himself deeper into me. Small waves of pleasure began to wash over me, I felt my body begin to respond to his. I was raising my hips to meet his every thrust, feeling him down in the very depths of my belly. I wanted to tell him how amazing he felt, how I felt, but didn't feel like I could make a sentence. Instead I just wrapped my legs around him pulling him even further into me and held on desperately as he repeatedly slammed himself into me. The pleasure was so intense now I had completely forgotten about the earlier pain. As If reading my thoughts he said
"Are you ready baby?"
I nodded . I was more than ready to find my release. He freed himself from my legs, and pushed my knees back against the mattress. He began to fuck me so hard I had to put my arms up over my head to keep myself from being rammed into the headboard. His grip on my hips tightened and I mentally let go, pushing against the headboard as hard as I could I arched my back as I climaxed letting all of my juices flow freely onto his cock. Feeling me finish, he leaned in kissing me as he impaled me with every bit of his shaft. Completely filling me up with his own explosion of wetness and heat.
When his body calmed he released my mouth to whisper into my ear "Now you really are mine".