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I waited for my insides to get used to him. It was strange because I could feel him pulsing deep and it was turning me on, generating enough natural lube to keep the both of us going. I leaned forward and took his lips. He accepted and kissed me back. I leaned back and he lowered his legs. Using them as support, I started to move my hips in a circular motion.
He looked at me with eyes that said,You're doing great.
I kept up the pace, moving as fast as my body would let me, until he sat upright and held me down. He pushed me down, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. Then he started to move. He went deeper and faster than I had when I was on top.
"Natasha, you sweet little princess," he whispered as he moved.
"Yes…"
"Who's a good girl?"
"Me."
"You can take me, can't you?"
"Yes…"
He seemed to get bigger each time I answered. His rhythm intensified, and I found myself screaming in pleasure.
"Shhh… good girls don't yell," he reminded me. "Rosemary Etiquette School."
To think he'd use something I grew up with and turn it dirty. I was enjoying this. He pulled out and made me hug my pillow. I embraced it a little too tightly and bit into the pillow as he returned his dick inside me. He moved faster and faster. His body slamming against my ass while punishing my pussy wasn't something I pictured would ever happen, even with all my perverted fantasies.
I was getting close. He started to bite into my neck, causing sparks in my body, and setting me on fire.
"Ethan… Ethan… I'm getting…" I tried to warn him. I attempted to escape from under him, clawing my way out.
He pinned my hands down. "Not yet, princes, hang in there."
"I can't…"
"Sure you can," he insisted. "You can do anything."
I managed to hang in there and nodded in response.
"There you go," he said with pride.
He kissed my shoulders and started to move again. He got down from the bed and lifted me. He pinned me to the wall, aggressively taking my pussy as his own. My mouth was silenced with his mouth. The kissing, the fucking…there was only so much my mind could take.
I couldn't hang in there anymore and just let myself go. My orgasm took over, drenching him and the floor. He lowered me to the floor as he stroked his dick violently. I accepted him in my mouth, as the only way to calm him down as I was unable to finish him off properly with my lower mouth.
As he released, I let him paint my face.
"Good girl," he praised as he stroked my hair.
****
In the bathroom, he helped wash me clean. It had been years since I had been bathed by anyone, much less a man. As I returned the favor and washed him. I don't know why, but I had several questions about his body. It felt like there was a detail missing, but I couldn't quite remember what it was.
"Is something wrong?" he asked.
"No, it's just…" I shook my head and continued to clean him. "For a very long time, I had imagined or dreamed of something like this happening. I'm glad it did. I know it might not be anything special to you, but…"
"Don't say that," he said as he lifted my chin to look at him.
I knew his eyes were brown, but were they always this light in color? Maybe it was the lights playing tricks on me.
"I can easily guess why your thoughts are that this isn't special to you because of my history, but I assure you that you are special," he avowed.
