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your neck.” The words come from a deep greedy place
within me. They bubble to the surface uncharacteristically.
He obliges, pulling
out so that I can move farther up onto the bed. There's a strange
soreness between my legs that I know I'll feel more of later. For
now, he's about to come back inside. I want him inside of me.
He follows me onto
the bed, and I bow my legs for him, waiting lustily for his return.
When he crawls on top of me, I instantly wrap my arms around his
neck. He leans down and gives me a sweet kiss on the lips before he
presses himself into me again. It still stings, but I like the feel
of him putting it in. Our bodies fit together like puzzle pieces. One
compliments the other.
I moan shamelessly
as he begins thrusting slowly. Everything he does is so gentle. He's
completely focused on my pleasure. It's as if his enjoyment doesn't
even factor into the equation. I'm sure he's enjoying himself, but
he's just so concentrated on me, my facial expressions, how I'm
reacting.
We're making love.
This is what it's like in all the movies I've watched. This is
exactly what it's like. He moves on top of me rhythmically, filling
me and pulling out to fill me again. I allow my eyes to roll back in
my head, enjoying the sheer bliss of being with him, the feel of his
muscles moving beneath my fingertips, the tightness that his cock
causes between my legs. Pleasure swirls there and spills over again
and again. The night is one never-ending orgasm for me, both
physically and emotionally.
It's not until we're
nearing the end that he finally picks up the pace, pumping into me
for his own release. I'm a bit concerned that he's not wearing a
condom, but I'm sure he'll pull out. It's just common sense.
I grip tighter
around his neck to brace myself for the rough ride ahead. He's trying
to be careful. Trying to glide in and out of me without it hurting
too much. I bite my bottom lip and bear it, listening to the sound of
his breathing, knowing he's almost reached his limit.
Finally, he falls
over, letting out an animalistic grunt that is oh so hot. I would
probably take more time to be aroused by it if I wasn't so busy
panicking. Instead of pulling out, he pushes his cock deep inside of
me, spurting into my body. It's too late to force him off of me.
What's done is done.
I lay stiffly
beneath him while he finishes up, pumping into me a few more times to
get it all out. When he's emptied himself, he rests on top of me,
panting heavily. Part of me wants to run my fingers through his hair
and hold him against me, but I'm too pissed off. What in the hell was
he thinking?
“ You
shouldn't have done that,” I grumble, unable to hide my
displeasure.
“ It
will be fine.”
That's easy for him
to say. He's not the one who would have to carry the kid for nine
months. I don't believe in abortion, so if I end up pregnant, I'll be
completely screwed. I could have just ruined my entire life for one
night of passion.
“ It's
not okay,” I insist. “I could get pregnant. I'm not on
birth control.”
“ It
will be fine,” his tone is emotionless as he rolls off of me
and walks into the bathroom, returning with a towel seconds later.
As he cleans me off,
I have a hard time staying angry at him. Maybe once won't hurt. I'd
have the worst luck in the world if I got pregnant the night that I
lost my virginity. Stranger things have happened to people though.
By the time he's
done tenderly wiping me clean, most of the anger has dissipated. He
tosses the towel into a laundry basket in the corner of the room and
then climbs up onto the bed beside me, pulling me into his arms. He's
a cuddler. Thank God. I would have been hurt if he had just kicked me
out after sex. That's when a guy's true character usually comes out,
after he's gotten what he wants and is done with you. Tristan seems
to be sweet through and through though.
“ I'm
so glad I found you,” he tells me as he entwines our fingers
together.
“ I
am too.” It's a
within me. They bubble to the surface uncharacteristically.
He obliges, pulling
out so that I can move farther up onto the bed. There's a strange
soreness between my legs that I know I'll feel more of later. For
now, he's about to come back inside. I want him inside of me.
He follows me onto
the bed, and I bow my legs for him, waiting lustily for his return.
When he crawls on top of me, I instantly wrap my arms around his
neck. He leans down and gives me a sweet kiss on the lips before he
presses himself into me again. It still stings, but I like the feel
of him putting it in. Our bodies fit together like puzzle pieces. One
compliments the other.
I moan shamelessly
as he begins thrusting slowly. Everything he does is so gentle. He's
completely focused on my pleasure. It's as if his enjoyment doesn't
even factor into the equation. I'm sure he's enjoying himself, but
he's just so concentrated on me, my facial expressions, how I'm
reacting.
We're making love.
This is what it's like in all the movies I've watched. This is
exactly what it's like. He moves on top of me rhythmically, filling
me and pulling out to fill me again. I allow my eyes to roll back in
my head, enjoying the sheer bliss of being with him, the feel of his
muscles moving beneath my fingertips, the tightness that his cock
causes between my legs. Pleasure swirls there and spills over again
and again. The night is one never-ending orgasm for me, both
physically and emotionally.
It's not until we're
nearing the end that he finally picks up the pace, pumping into me
for his own release. I'm a bit concerned that he's not wearing a
condom, but I'm sure he'll pull out. It's just common sense.
I grip tighter
around his neck to brace myself for the rough ride ahead. He's trying
to be careful. Trying to glide in and out of me without it hurting
too much. I bite my bottom lip and bear it, listening to the sound of
his breathing, knowing he's almost reached his limit.
Finally, he falls
over, letting out an animalistic grunt that is oh so hot. I would
probably take more time to be aroused by it if I wasn't so busy
panicking. Instead of pulling out, he pushes his cock deep inside of
me, spurting into my body. It's too late to force him off of me.
What's done is done.
I lay stiffly
beneath him while he finishes up, pumping into me a few more times to
get it all out. When he's emptied himself, he rests on top of me,
panting heavily. Part of me wants to run my fingers through his hair
and hold him against me, but I'm too pissed off. What in the hell was
he thinking?
“ You
shouldn't have done that,” I grumble, unable to hide my
displeasure.
“ It
will be fine.”
That's easy for him
to say. He's not the one who would have to carry the kid for nine
months. I don't believe in abortion, so if I end up pregnant, I'll be
completely screwed. I could have just ruined my entire life for one
night of passion.
“ It's
not okay,” I insist. “I could get pregnant. I'm not on
birth control.”
“ It
will be fine,” his tone is emotionless as he rolls off of me
and walks into the bathroom, returning with a towel seconds later.
As he cleans me off,
I have a hard time staying angry at him. Maybe once won't hurt. I'd
have the worst luck in the world if I got pregnant the night that I
lost my virginity. Stranger things have happened to people though.
By the time he's
done tenderly wiping me clean, most of the anger has dissipated. He
tosses the towel into a laundry basket in the corner of the room and
then climbs up onto the bed beside me, pulling me into his arms. He's
a cuddler. Thank God. I would have been hurt if he had just kicked me
out after sex. That's when a guy's true character usually comes out,
after he's gotten what he wants and is done with you. Tristan seems
to be sweet through and through though.
“ I'm
so glad I found you,” he tells me as he entwines our fingers
together.
“ I
am too.” It's a
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