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“It’s okay,” he reassures me, placing a large cushion behind me to help me sit up a little. “You need some guidance and encouragement. I’ll teach you how to pleasure yourself, Lili. Just relax.”
I don’t want him to think I’m too young and inexperienced, but I’m scared. Scared that he’ll fuck me and scared that he won’t.
Arman sits on his heels and unbuttons his pants, revealing his erection. I’m staring, unable to look away.
“It was uncomfortable,” he says, gripping himself and stroking slowly. “You’re fucking sexy, and that’s why I’m so hard right now. It’s as simple as that.” He notices my stunned expression and chuckles. “Holy shit, Lili. I knew you were a virgin, but is this the first cock you’ve ever seen?”
“Yes,” I admit. “Are they all that size?”
“Mine might not be considered unusually long, tsvetok, but it’s pretty damn thick. It doesn’t matter; my cock is the only one you’ll ever handle.”
How am I gonna fit him inside me? I’m not sure, but I want to try. I reach for my clit, stroking it absentmindedly.
“That’s good, baby girl.”
He watches intently as I stroke my sensitive nub, his eyes half-closed. A faint smile plays on his lips, and his nostrils flare as he pleasures himself. My pussy grows wetter by the second, yearning to feel him stretch me wide open. With my free hand, I hold my pussy lips apart so he can see better, and he gives a low groan.
“So beautiful,” he says, moving closer. “Such a tight little hole. Put your fingers inside and squeeze.”
“I’m scared. Will it hurt?”
“Lili, you’re dripping wet. It won’t hurt. Do it now, or I will.”
Trembling, I ease my index finger inside my slick pussy, my eyes never leaving Arman’s face. He sighs with satisfaction at the sight.
“That’s it. Feels good, yes?”
I’m at a loss for words. He’s not wrong, but it’s not just the physical sensation affecting me. Despite his gentle tone, it’s clear that he’s in control. I expected him to be dominant, and he is, but I didn’t anticipate how he could influence me with just his silky voice.
“Look at me, baby girl,” Arman stops moving his hand, gripping his cock as he stares at me. “You can do it. I know you can.”
I press down more firmly on my clit and clench my pussy around my fingers. The pressure inside me reaches a sweet spot I’ve never touched before, and I buck my hips, gasping as a shiver of ecstasy courses through my body.
“I can’t,” I say, my insecurities taking over. “Help me, Arman. Help me come.”
“You can, Lili,” he insists, his words heavy with lust. “You’re not the beaten-down kid you used to be. You’re a woman. An amazing, sensual woman who has me on my knees, ready to live or die by your very breath.” His tone takes on an unexpected sharpness, almost like anger. “There’s nothing you can’t do, do you hear me?”
No one has ever said anything like that to me, and it’s all I need. I close my eyes, feeling the familiar tension building in my core, and the chase begins. Will this be the time it finally happens?
“Listen to me,” Arman says. “Pump your fingers in and out and keep touching your clit. Don’t let up, but if it gets too sensitive, adjust your position slightly. Keep the rhythm.” He exhales heavily. “Oh fuck, yes. Like that. You’re good at taking direction.”
Knowing he’s watching makes me feel simultaneously bashful yet lewdly powerful. My pussy grows ever wetter as I pleasure myself, enjoying the sound of Arman’s heavy breathing as he does the same.
“You’re everything to me, Lilyana,” Arman murmurs. “I’ve driven myself insane night after night, imagining undeserving hands on your beautiful body. I don’t deserve you either, but I don’t care. You’re mine, always.”
I steal a glance. He’s jerking off, eyes fixed on the hot place between my legs. I’ve never seen anything so erotic in my life, and my body ventures into uncharted territory.
“Oh, Arman,” I moan, struggling to speak. “It’s happening. I’m coming.”
“That’s my good girl.” Arman’s voice is ragged, his breathing harsh. “Come for me. Because God knows I’m gonna come for you.”
The orgasm washes over me like a tidal wave, radiating from my clit and electrifying my entire body. I cry out as my first climax overtakes me, and Arman’s mouth falls open as he watches my reaction.
“Oh, fuck, Lilyana.” He quickens the pace of his hand, leaning against the couch. His head tilts back, and his chest heaves beneath his shirt as his own orgasm crashes over him.
I now realize how limited my imagination was. I’ll never need to battle for my pleasure again; I’ll only have to picture Arman like this, his cock in his hand and my name on his lips.
With a deep growl, he ejaculates, and I’m surprised to see so much come flowing from him. What would it feel like to have all that warmth inside me?
