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She felt the tenseness of his body next to hers, pulsing with barely controlled passion. She wondered, fleetingly, if he was holding back because he sensed a certain innocence in her.
But then his fingertip found her clit and moved over it in painfully slow circles until her entire body felt taut as a bow. She was panting, her breath barely able to escape her body as she whimpered at the sensation. Just as she felt as though she were about to explode, his finger retreated and she cried out, "No."
But Elliott was already moving. He kneeled at her knees, reaching down and unclasping his slacks, pulling the zipper down. She watched as he pulled the material from his hips and tossed them aside. His cock was pushing against his black boxer briefs. She could make out every detail of his long, thick hardness.
His hands slipped underneath her hips and before she could object, his face was between her thighs. She felt herself tense. It felt awkward. No one had ever had their face against her heat before and she felt as if she should be disgusted, like she should want to push him away.
But then she felt the tip of his tongue delve into her wetness. He ran it upward and down over and over again and she felt something building deep within her, a palpable tension, something she couldn't quite describe. Then his lips found her clit and sucked gently and she moaned, reaching for his head to hold it against her until she found what she so desperately needed.
Then Elliott pulled suddenly away. Kneeling again between her legs he looked down at her body.
Hannah saw his muscles tensed, noticed the intense way he was looking at her.
She leaned upward, moving until she was kneeling in front of him and pulling his face toward her for a deep, long kiss, his arms wound around her, holding her tightly. Her hand traced down his chest, dipping down over his stomach. The muscles underneath her fingers twitched. She found a trail of hair and rubbed it down to where it disappeared underneath his underwear.
When she felt his tongue slip into her mouth, her hands grabbed the fabric and pulled it free from his hips. His impressive, hard cock sprang out, looking both soft and firm at the same time. Her hand grabbed for it suddenly, her curiosity too strong for her to feel insecure. She took it into her palm and Elliott's breath exhaled roughly. She looked up into his face and saw his eyes closed.
His hand came down on top of hers, making her grab him with more pressure and stroking his length up and down. Her finger stroked over the soft tip and found wetness there. Elliott groaned and his eyes opened. She let her fingers trail downward, finding a patch of hair underneath his cock and stroking his balls with tentative, shy fingers.
Elliott smiled at her slightly, grabbing her hand and pulling it up to kiss it before carefully pushing her back onto the mattress. His body slowly came over hers and she sighed at the feeling of his nakedness on hers.
His cock was pushing firmly against her thigh. Part of her wanted to open her thighs, invite him to finally push inside of her. But a newer, more prominent part of her surfaced and she realized she was afraid.
This would be her second time. Ever. And the last time had hurt so badly she had cried for hours afterward. And it had hurt to sit down for days. Of course she knew that the act of losing your virginity was always painful but she couldn't help but feel anxiety at the idea that, after all the years, it was possible for her to feel that same pain again.
Elliott looked down at her. Her eyes were wide and fearful. His lips lowered, kissing her eyes shut. His hand began a slow journey down her body. When he found the juncture of her thighs and found her legs pulled together tightly, he slowly let his fingers apply pressure to her skin. He rubbed circles, knowing the pressure was building deep in her belly. Finally, she moaned and her legs slid open.
She felt his finger begin its slow exploration again and her body relaxed into him. When she was moaning and squirming, she felt the tip of his finger press against her slick entrance. He pulsed his finger against it, over and over without delving inside.
"Please, Elliott, please," she heard herself beg.
With a kiss against her throat, his finger slowly pushed inside of her.
She felt every centimeter push into her tight pussy and she felt herself clutching him. Once his finger was in to the base, he slowly slid it back out and in again but only halfway. He pushed it against the roof of her pussy, stroking the rippled, wet round patch of skin there over and over again. Until then, she wasn't even sure such a thing as a G-spot existed. But when she felt the pressure building and building over again, she knew it was there and Elliott knew exactly what he was doing.
But before she could get used to the sensation, his finger slipped out from her and again he was against her, his arms propped up on either side of her body. He reached into the nightstand, grabbing a condom and slipping it on quickly
She felt his hips shift and his impossible hard cock brush against her slick cleft. Up and down, over and over. His eyes bore into hers, so full of passion, she was sure he was just as beyond himself as she felt.
Her legs went up to either side of his hips, pressing into them, begging for things she wasn't even sure about.
The tip of his cock pressed against her entrance then. She felt her pussy clench. He wasn't going to fit. He was so big and she was so tight.
But he didn't push inside her. He kept his cock there, pushed firmly against her. She felt it twitch against her and groaned. His mouth found hers, kissing her roughly and slowly becoming more gentle.
Then she felt herself relax and when her eyes opened to him, she felt the pressure build and build, just on the the edge of being painful as she realized his cock pushed impossibly slowly past the threshold.
The hard tip was just barely inside her when he stopped pushing forward. His eyes were watching her face. When he spoke, his voice was quiet and rough. "Are you okay, baby?"
She felt his words send butterflies in her belly. She smiled a little. "Please don't stop," she pleaded, her voice airy.
Elliott groaned, his cock pushing into her slowly, waiting to feel any tension in her body so he wouldn't hurt her. When he was half way inside her impossibly tight pussy, her pelvis jumped and he stopped pushing forward.
Hannah couldn't believe this was what she was so afraid of. Her body had finally found what she hadn't realized it wanted, his hard, throbbing thickness. She felt full, her muscles clutched at his cock with primal expectation. When he stilled his penetration, she moaned and wrapped her legs around his waist.
She felt his cock retreat a few inches before slowly pushing back into her, pushing a bit deeper. When he withdrew the next time and penetrated her again, his cock pushed until she felt his balls push against her skin. She felt the tip of his cock deep into her belly. He was pushing up against the edge of her pussy and she couldn't even describe the sensation she felt in knowing he was fully inside of her.
Her hips rose up to his and he withdrew and pushed fully inside of her, slowly over and over until her hands were raking over the skin of his back. Sensing her need as well as his own, he pushed faster and faster into her, feeling her pussy grab his cock with impossible tightness.
