Next, I drew the figure eight—the reverse of the infinity symbol. I remained there, alternating between these two and simply drawing circles on her clit. My mouth was covered in her juice, my mind occupied by one thought only: pleasing her.
“Oh, that feels so good,” she confessed, her voice sweet like honey.
I flicked the tip of my tongue faster and faster while inserting a finger inside her.
Her body writhed against the sheets beneath her, her back arching in pleasure. She mumbled something I couldn’t catch—I was too focused on the job.
Even when her moans grew louder, I didn’t stop. When she tried to pull away, I pulled her back and held her in place.
“Fuck, you’re killing me.”
I heard that one clearly, and it fueled my passion. Her back rose high above the bed, her legs shuddering as my tongue explored her sweet, warm pussy.
“Please…” she begged, her voice stifled with pleasure, barely above a whisper. “I can’t hold it in anymore…. It’s too good.”
Her confession only fanned the flames that were already consuming me whole.
“Nial…oh, Nial…” she purred softly, fingers clutching my hair.
When I finally took my mouth off her pussy, her body shook violently. Her eyes had turned white, her toes were curled, and her face was twisted in sheer pleasure.
She locked her legs, brushing her thighs against each other with labored breaths.
Good. Very good.
I hovered over her, my hands roaming her body, claiming every curve and contour. “You asked for this,” I whispered in her ear, stroking my length. “I hope you’re ready.”
She met my gaze, her head nodding subtly. “Just go easy…. I’m super tight.”
I noticed that while eating her and fingering her. Because of how tight she was, I didn’t force my finger in. Wait, what did she mean by that anyway?
I tilted my head slightly, my eyes still locked on hers as a thought crossed my mind. “Are you…?” My voice trailed off.
She swallowed, her cheeks flushed with a glint of embarrassment. That alone was the answer I needed. She was untouched.
A virgin.
This woman just couldn’t stop surprising me. What other fascinating stuff was I going to discover in the near future?
My lips curled into a mischievous grin. “I’ll be gentle.”
This revelation changed the rhythm, and I began moving slower—more carefully. I kissed her lips again, my cap teasing her wet entrance. She wrapped her arms around me, caressing my scars and moaning quietly.
“I’m going in,” I whispered.
She nodded, staring into my eyes.
I watched her flinch when I began slowly sliding into her. She bit her lip, a mix of pain and pleasure etched on her face.
“Easy,” she whimpered beneath me, her folds stretching to accommodate my cock.
Our kiss intensified, our breaths laced with warmth and hunger. The deeper the kiss, the more I realized this was beyond physical attraction. The pull between us was strong and undeniable. I felt connected to her on levels I never thought possible.
And when I finally penetrated her, the feeling was electric. Cold shivers ran down my spine as though this was my first time being inside a woman. I couldn’t understand why this was different, but I couldn’t stop reveling in the sensation coursing through me.
My hands traced the curves of her body, possessing every inch of it. I raised her leg in the air, my waist gently grinding against hers. With her arms around me, she bucked her hips, as if seeking deeper contact.
Her moans sounded more like pleasure than pain. I liked it. I liked how her body was getting used to having me inside. I pushed inside her while sucking her perky breasts one at a time.
