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I stretch languidly and grimace. My body aches in a thousand different places. But it’s the most delicious pain and it puts a smile on my face remembering how I came to be so sore. Unlike some girls, I never spent a lot of time or energy thinking about losing my virginity. I never had some big, romantic scenario in my head about my first time. Most girls I know who had the big romantic scene mapped out ended up disappointed anyway.
Some of my friends who were losing their V-card as fifteen or sixteen years old liked to call me a prude. They liked to tease me as being the girl who was waiting for marriage to give my cherry away. Nothing could have been further from the truth. I just never thought about my first time because I knew that it would happen when things were right. When I felt ready. And it just so happens that last night things felt right, and I was ready.
Unlike some of my friends, my first time was… incredible. Amazing. I don’t think there are enough superlatives to describe my first sexual experience. Even though I knew Bastian and I are treading unfamiliar ground together and are exploring new things for both of us, I feel like we clicked. I feel like the connection we share solidified itself last night. We pleasured each other in ways that are new for us, but we seemed to do it without thinking. Without having to ask the other if this or that was right. It was like we just knew how to please one another. It just felt so natural. It felt so right.
I slip out of bed and throw on a short satin robe then pad down the hallway. With Bastian home, the Sphinx and his goon squad aren’t in the house, so I don’t have to worry about giving them an eyeful. And Margaret won’t be in until later, so we have the house all to ourselves for a while. Despite being sore and achy, just thinking about how hard he made me come last night has me thinking a repeat performance this morning would be a great way to start the day.
The smell of coffee hits my nose and draws a smile across my lips. Before we do anything, I’m definitely going to need a mug. I find my way downstairs and find him sitting at a table in the breakfast nook hunched over his computer. I cock my head curiously, not knowing what has him staring at his laptop so intently. As if sensing my presence, he turns and gives me a warm smile.
“Good morning,” he says.
“It is, isn’t it?”
He chuckles softly. “Coffee’s fresh.”
I pour myself a cup then dress it with sugar and some flavored creamer. That done, I walk over to the breakfast nook and slide in across from Bastian. I look out the windows in the nook and watch the early morning sun sparkling off the Pacific. I see a trio of surfers catching the morning swell and half a dozen gulls riding the thermals. The scene is peaceful. I turn away from the window and look at Bastian. He’s fixed on the screen, his eyes narrowed, his fingers flying over the keys of his laptop, theclick-click-clickfilling the air between us.
“What are you working on?” I ask.
He types for a few more minutes then closes his laptop and looks at me. “Nothing I can’t work on later.”
I take a sip of my coffee and then set my mug down. Bastian follows suit, his green eyes sparkling mischievously and never leaving mine, a playful grin tugging the corner of his mouth upward. The way he looks at me makes my heart ripple as warmth blossoms in my belly. Bastian looks at me in a way nobody ever has before. I feel like he really sees me. He sees who I am and doesn’t just look through me. And he doesn’t look at me like I’m just a dumb kid with a crush. No, Bastian sees me for who I am. We just seem to get each other, and we connect on every level. I’ve never felt so loved and cared for in my life.
“So, what should we do today?” Bastian asks.
I bite my bottom lip and giggle. “I had some thoughts about that.”
“Yeah? Care to share those thoughts?”
I set my coffee mug down and then get to my feet. Reaching down, I take his hand and pull him up then lead him back down the hallway to his room. As we step into the bathroom, I let the robe slip off my shoulders and head for the walk-in shower. I turn on the water and give it a moment to heat up and when the steam starts billowing out of the stall, I step beneath the water falling from the showerhead mounted in the ceiling. It cascades down on me like gently falling rain, the warmth soothing my aching muscles.
Bastian joins me beneath the falling water, a smile curling his lips as he takes me in his arms and pulls me to him. He gives me a long, lingering, passionate kiss that ignites the fires of desire in my belly. He pulls back and his glittering green eyes send a ripple through my heart.
“I like the way you think,” he says.
“I thought you might.”
I push him up against the wall, our mouths locked together as I force my tongue against his. Reaching down, I take hold of his cock and start to stroke it, relishing the way it grows and thickens in my hand. He moans into my mouth as I squeeze him even harder. With a playful smile on my lips, I drop to my knees in front of him and hear him draw in a sharp breath as I take him into my mouth. Gripping the base of his cock, I work my hand up and down his shaft in time with my mouth, sucking and jerking him with a vigor born of my passion.
Bastian leans his head back against the cool tile behind him, staring up at the ceiling, savoring the feel of my mouth on his cock. Feeling his arousal turns me on and I slip my hand between my thighs, letting my fingers strum my clit. I shudder as my sex grows hot and wet and I revel at the feeling of his dick in my mouth. I pull it out and swirl my tongue around the head as I squeeze the base of his rod then lick down one side and up the other before slipping the head of his prick between my lips again.
I plunge two fingers into my sex, pumping them in and out hard and fast as my arousal grows. His muscles tense and his breathing grows heavy and ragged as I work him over. His cock is so hard and thick, my small hand barely encircles it. But I squeeze him hard and keep stroking, my tongue swirling around the head. His entire body twitches and he gently pushes me back, pulling his cock out of my mouth.
He gives me a wavering smile. “Pace yourself, baby girl.”
I laugh as he helps me to my feet. He pulls me to him and his long, rigid cock presses against my belly as our mouths crash together. Bastian lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist, locking my ankles together behind his back. He presses me against the wall and adjusts his hips until the tip of his rod is nestled between the folds of my sex. With a gentle thrust, he slips along my slippery inner walls and buries himself to the hilt inside of me.
Gripping his shoulders tightly, I hang on for dear life as Bastian starts rolling his hips, pumping his cock into my tight little slit. My body feels like it’s on fire as he drives himself into me, the sound of our wet flesh slapping together echoing around the shower stall.
“Oh God, yes. Fuck me, daddy,” I gasp.
A growl passes Bastian’s lips, and he starts pounding me even harder, making me cry out. His cock starts to swell inside of me, and he stops with a gasp then sets me down on my feet. Bastian spins me around roughly and pins my hands to the wall with one massive hand. He swats my ass hard, making me yelp. My cheek stings and flushes with warmth, but the pain accentuates the pleasure coursing through me.
Bastian runs his fingertips along my slit making me quiver and moan softly. He slips two fingers into my sex, moving them in and out as he teases my asshole with his thumb. The combined sensation makes my legs shake so hard, I fear they’re going to give out beneath me. I turn my head and look at him over my shoulder, desperate to have his cock back inside of me.
“Please, daddy,” I whisper, my voice trembling. “I need you to fuck me. I need to feel you inside of me. Please.”
He grits his teeth and slaps my ass again, leaving a bright red handprint behind. But he lets go of my hands as he steps forward and takes hold of my hips.
