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to someone else. I felt Hakan’s hands under my arms, pulling me up so that my head was level with his. Both of us were breathing heavily as he pulled me in and kissed me, his lips were salty with a faint tang of sweat from the heat of the fire.
“Do you think you’re ready?” Asked Hakan, his violet eyes burning. My mind spun wildly, flashing through all those years of chastity, all the boyfriends I had pissed off by not giving it away, all those times I had dreamt about my perfect white wedding and my perfect white wedding night, the draped four poster bed. Was I really going to give it all away here in front of the fire to a man I barely even knew? I looked into his intense eyes, eyes that seemed to find and ignite a fire within my own soul, and I nodded.
“I’m ready.”
Hakan stood up and spread out the thick fur blanket we had been sitting on next to the fire. “Is this your first time?”
I didn’t feel embarrassed or upset at the question. Normally when the subject of my virginity was raised I found myself feeling ashamed somehow, or feeling like I had to defend myself and my decisions, but he spoke with such natural candour and acceptance that I just smiled. “Yes.” I said.
“Okay, then we’ll go slowly. Come and lie down with me.”
I sunk onto the rug next to him, with the heat of the fur and the fire, and the sensation of my orgasm still fading from my body, I felt so relaxed that I could just fall asleep. Hakan kicked off his jeans and then his weight was on top of me, gently crushing me into the soft fur as he kissed me. He ran a hand from my face into my hair, brushing it out of my eyes and tucking it behind my ear, then down my neck, along the smooth skin of my flank to rest on my soft ass. He skilfully pulled down my panties and threw them aside, leaving us there, a man and woman, completely naked by the side of a roaring fire, a scene as old as all human history.
Hakan rested the weight of his body on one elbow, leaving the other hand free to explore the soft contours of my body. His fingers traced dancing circles round my nipples, bringing them to life while his rough tongue twined against mine. His nimble digits slid down my body until they found my most intimate valley. Parting me gently he slipped one thick finger inside me while his thumb skimmed delicately round my nub.
My body reacted instinctively, and I found myself pushing against him, desperate to take more of him inside me. Suddenly he was kneeling between my legs, his broad shaft gripped in his hands. He rubbed the thick head twice up and down my cleft, coating himself in my slippery juices. This was it, my last chance, to pull out. I could still change my mind now, say thank you very much Mr Hakan, it’s been lovely but I’ve rather changed my mind . But I didn’t, instead I felt his broad crown pushing against my opening, ready to open me up at any moment. This was it, no going back. Thunder washed over us, mingling with the sound of Hakan’s deep guttural growl, and I felt the first fat heavy drop of rain hit my skin.
I expected Hakan to thrust into me, to rip my virginity from me in a brutal wave of pain. In the one mother-daughter talk we’d had about the subject that’s how my mother had described it, a brutal agonizing experience, best avoided at all costs. But this was different, Hakan was so slow and gentle that I almost felt like screaming for him to hurry up as he pushed his way inside me. Yes there was pain, but it was so mixed up in other feelings, feelings of excitement, of fullness, of heat and contentment that it blended into the back ground. I couldn’t believe it I was actually having sex.
I reached up and put my hands on either side of Hakan face, looking into his eyes I got the impression that he was fighting a great internal battle, that half of him wanted to rip into me and devour me, to take me as hard as he could right there on the ground, and the other half, the half that was winning out
“Do you think you’re ready?” Asked Hakan, his violet eyes burning. My mind spun wildly, flashing through all those years of chastity, all the boyfriends I had pissed off by not giving it away, all those times I had dreamt about my perfect white wedding and my perfect white wedding night, the draped four poster bed. Was I really going to give it all away here in front of the fire to a man I barely even knew? I looked into his intense eyes, eyes that seemed to find and ignite a fire within my own soul, and I nodded.
“I’m ready.”
Hakan stood up and spread out the thick fur blanket we had been sitting on next to the fire. “Is this your first time?”
I didn’t feel embarrassed or upset at the question. Normally when the subject of my virginity was raised I found myself feeling ashamed somehow, or feeling like I had to defend myself and my decisions, but he spoke with such natural candour and acceptance that I just smiled. “Yes.” I said.
“Okay, then we’ll go slowly. Come and lie down with me.”
I sunk onto the rug next to him, with the heat of the fur and the fire, and the sensation of my orgasm still fading from my body, I felt so relaxed that I could just fall asleep. Hakan kicked off his jeans and then his weight was on top of me, gently crushing me into the soft fur as he kissed me. He ran a hand from my face into my hair, brushing it out of my eyes and tucking it behind my ear, then down my neck, along the smooth skin of my flank to rest on my soft ass. He skilfully pulled down my panties and threw them aside, leaving us there, a man and woman, completely naked by the side of a roaring fire, a scene as old as all human history.
Hakan rested the weight of his body on one elbow, leaving the other hand free to explore the soft contours of my body. His fingers traced dancing circles round my nipples, bringing them to life while his rough tongue twined against mine. His nimble digits slid down my body until they found my most intimate valley. Parting me gently he slipped one thick finger inside me while his thumb skimmed delicately round my nub.
My body reacted instinctively, and I found myself pushing against him, desperate to take more of him inside me. Suddenly he was kneeling between my legs, his broad shaft gripped in his hands. He rubbed the thick head twice up and down my cleft, coating himself in my slippery juices. This was it, my last chance, to pull out. I could still change my mind now, say thank you very much Mr Hakan, it’s been lovely but I’ve rather changed my mind . But I didn’t, instead I felt his broad crown pushing against my opening, ready to open me up at any moment. This was it, no going back. Thunder washed over us, mingling with the sound of Hakan’s deep guttural growl, and I felt the first fat heavy drop of rain hit my skin.
I expected Hakan to thrust into me, to rip my virginity from me in a brutal wave of pain. In the one mother-daughter talk we’d had about the subject that’s how my mother had described it, a brutal agonizing experience, best avoided at all costs. But this was different, Hakan was so slow and gentle that I almost felt like screaming for him to hurry up as he pushed his way inside me. Yes there was pain, but it was so mixed up in other feelings, feelings of excitement, of fullness, of heat and contentment that it blended into the back ground. I couldn’t believe it I was actually having sex.
I reached up and put my hands on either side of Hakan face, looking into his eyes I got the impression that he was fighting a great internal battle, that half of him wanted to rip into me and devour me, to take me as hard as he could right there on the ground, and the other half, the half that was winning out
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