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Stinging pain and pleasure drive through me at once, but the pleasure takes control after a few thrusts. Ella had told me it was going to hurt like hell and I’d want to cry, and it’s true. But now, I want to cry but for an entirely different reason than pain.
It’s borne solely out of pleasure. This is real. It’s finally happening, and it’s so much better than I could have imagined.
"You’re so tight," he rasps again, grunting as he thrusts deeper and more viciously.
My legs fail me and he lifts me in the air with one hand underneath my ass. I wrap my legs around his waist and cling to him. I’m desperate for him to keep doing exactly what he’s doing. He moves inside me with quick, hard, precise thrusts and I cry out at how good it feels now. My body feels like it could shatter if it weren’t for the firm grip that keeps me chained to him. Each stroke is so delicious and sensual. I want to keep soaking it all in: his thrusts, the power in his shoulders, my long moans, and slow whimpers.
It’s the strangest, most unexpected sensation, but somehow I know what’s coming. I can feel the savage building of a climaxabout to skyrocket through me. I clutch at his shoulders harder as though I can somehow hold myself back.
"I always keep my promises," he whispers hoarsely in my ear. His breath is hot and demanding on my neck, drawing out another moan. I can only whimper in reply. My response seems to drive him mad, as though there’s something more to prove. He moves even faster, slamming into me with such animalistic force that every nerve in my body is gripped with pleasure.
I scream as an orgasm sends electric shocks through me, practically paralyzing my entire body. I can’t even hold onto him anymore. My legs become useless and my hands slip from his shoulders, so much that I release my hold of him. I'm trapped between the hard ridges of his stomach and the door as he picks his pace, driving furiously into me. At the moment, I don't care if I fall or not. The pleasure erupting inside of me is almost too much to handle.
He is breathing heavily just like I am but his maddening thrusts don't cease. He goes impossibly deeper, harder, rougher. The pace is so crazy and out of control that only the sloppy sounds of my arousal and skin against skin fill the room.
I hear his low, deep grunt and feel his abdomen tightening. He grows even thicker inside me as he goes faster, his ferocious pace intensifying by the second. My walls clench around his erection, and then he stills inside me and I feel warmth through the condom. We stay still for the length of several long, deep breaths, our pulses slowing to something closer to normal.
When he starts to pull out, the intense stinging returns. It’s as though all the pain was masked by glorious gratification and just now decided to return full force. I'm glad he didn't set me down as he pulled out because I'm not confident my legs are ready to stand yet.
"What the…?" he exclaims in disbelief. I glance down to where he’s staring. There’s a small smear of blood on my leg and the base of the condom. "You’re a virgin?"
"Well, not anymore," I say, still panting as I try to laugh softly. He looks at me as if I'm crazy. "Don't tell me you wouldn't have touched me if you knew."
"I wouldn't have! I certainly wouldn’t have taken you against the door for your first time. I would’ve been gentle," he protests, his panting subsiding now that he has a new concern. He runs his palm up the side of his face and shakes his head.
"Then it’s a good thing I didn't tell you." A smile at him almost hungrily. "I like it exactly the way you did it."
"Damn. Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" His concern is so unexpected, and so touching, that I can’t help but smile. "Don't smile at me like that unless you want me to go at it again."
I duck my head to hide my smile. As I start to push my dress down, his hand darts out and he stops me. I look at him, confused.
"I’m sorry. I really wasn’t trying to be rude. It’s just that… well, I’m rarely surprised by anything. You deserved better than a quick screw for your first time. I’m so sorry."
"It’s all right. I wanted it. I wanted you. I’m not sorry in the least," I say, and it’s completely true.
He has an unreadable expression for a second, as if he’s trying to figure me out. Slowly, he reaches for me, wrapping his arms around me. I thought he was going to hug me or something, but then, his hands meet behind me and he slips his fingers inside the edge of my dress. With painstaking precision, he slides it off my shoulders and lets the bodice fall. His eyes drift downward, stopping at my bare breasts. He nods with approval, then pushes the dress down the rest of the way. I’m left completely naked, but it’s not long before he bends slightly to lift me in his arms.
"What are you–" I ask, but I’m too startled to finish the sentence.
"Shh. I’m making it up to you."
He carries me to the bathroom and flips on the light. The backlit mirror fills one wall, casting a serene glow around the room. He sets me in the bathtub and quickly undresses, then joins me. The first splash of warm water is bliss, but when he grabs the soap and begins sliding the bar over my wet skin, I’m ready to dissolve into a puddle. He starts by soaping my pale, naked breasts. A sound that I barely recognize as mine slips through my lips.
He gently cradles my breasts, lifting them slightly until they’re close together. The water runs over my shoulders and pools in the center. Pinpricks of sensation flood through me with each caress. I moan as he continues to touch me slowly.
It’s wonderful torture.
He squeezes my nipples, then glides his fingers over my dripping center to tease my opening. I can't believe I’m already nearing the edge after being there only a few minutes ago.
I can't help but purr softly as he glides his hand down between my legs, washing me with soothing, warm water. He’s so gentle, and I certainly didn't expect him to take care of me afterward. I don't know what I expected–maybe a promise to call me that he doesn’t mean? A thank you? An offer to call me a ride? Instead, I’m blown away by how tender he is as he bathes me after he’s finished.
He wraps my wet body in a towel and carries me back to bed.
"You are so beautiful, '' he says afterward while drying my body with the softest towel I’ve ever felt. I gasp when his hand brushes my nipples. Just for fun, he does it again, watching me this time and gauging my reaction.
Without warning, he leans forward and presses his lips against mine. I open them for him, without hesitation. My armscircle his neck as our tongues slide against each other. I now realize this is the first time he’s kissed me. I certainly hadn’t seen this tenderness so far. Between the door action, the bath, and this embrace, it’s like I’ve been with two different men.
"I hope my apology is accepted?" I think I hear him say, but I can't tell for sure as I fall into the waiting arms of sleep.
