My body’s still tingling from the orgasm Daisy just gave me, but I need more. I need to feel him inside me. My skin is literally itching for more of him. I need him to touch me, to kiss me and to make love to me.
I love him, and he loves me. I never thought I’d have this. I never considered that Daisy was out there, and I just needed to find him. My rational side is warning me that it’s too much, too quick, but I don’t care.
Daisy makes me feel loved and protected. He’s become my safe haven and when I’m with him I don’t feel so broken. I love him, and I want to have sex with him. I want to give myself to him and take a part of him in return.
His body is braced above me, so I bend my knees and cradle him further between my legs. “Daisy, please,” I beg.
“Are you sure? I want you so fucking bad, but I’ll wait, I want you to be ready,” he says, his eyes earnest and full of love.
“I’m sure. What else would I wait for? I love you and I want to have sex. I’m ready.”
He kisses me, and I wrap my arms around his back, pulling him closer to me. I want to feel his weight on top of me. I want to be surrounded by him. Daisy’s hand slides between us and his fingers push back inside of me. I love the feeling of fullness; my eyes fall closed and I moan quietly.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet.” His fingers leave me and are replaced by his cock probing at my entrance. I feel my sex stretch, as inch by inch he pushes his way inside me. The sensation is strange, my sex burns as his huge dick enters me. I feel pressure in my stomach, and the feeling of fullness his fingers gave me is a distant memory, as a painful burn overwhelms me.
“Are you okay?” He asks, his fingers stroking my cheek.
I nod. I know my face must show the pain I’m feeling, because his eyebrows are furrowed together. “We can stop, if it’s too much,” he says.
“No, no don’t stop,” I cry.
Leaning down he kisses me, then pulls back. “I’m gonna do this quick baby and then I’ll give you some time to get used to me inside you.”
I nod quickly and wrap my hands around his neck. He leans down and kisses me again, then I feel him pull out of me until only the tip of his cock is inside, and the burning lessens. In one quick thrust he pushes all of the way inside of me. I scream. His mouth on mine swallows the sound but the pain is like nothing I’ve felt before. Tears pool in my eyes and I fight not to let them fall, but my sex burns and my stomach is tight. Daisy’s cock feels huge and I’m uncomfortably full. He flexes his hips and I hiss as the burn pulses through me again.
“I’m sorry, I’m trying to keep still, but baby you’re gripping my dick so fucking hard.”
“It hurts, I just, I just need a minute. I’ll be okay in a minute.” I say trying to sound confident.
Daisy nods and then squeezes his eyes closed tightly and drops his forehead to my chest. I wonder if this hurts for him too.
I pull in several deep breaths and the pain starts to recede. “I’m okay, you can move. Just. Just be gentle, please.”
He lifts his head from my chest and his eyes find mine. “I promise. I love you so fucking much.”
“I love you too.”
The pain comes back full force when Daisy slowly starts to pull out of me. Gasping, I swallow down my cry and try not to tell him to stop. The slow push and pull is painful, but the uncomfortable feeling recedes and I watch the muscles in his back tense and release with his movements.
Daisy rests on one elbow and pushes my leg up further with the other. The movement pushes him deeper and a hiss of pain bursts from me.
“I’m sorry, Angel. Next time, I promise I’ll make it so good for you. I hate that I’m hurting you, but in a minute I’m gonna lick you until you scream. I promise. I’m gonna make up for this pain with pleasure.”
He pushes into me and then pulls back and pushes into me again. The pain is almost gone, but it’s not replaced by pleasure the way romance books said it would be. His hand moves from my leg to my breast and he starts to play with my nipple. He squeezes and pinches and suddenly a wave of pleasure pulses through me.
His thrusts get faster, and the burning morphs into tingling. The sensation is a painful pleasure; it hurts but I don’t want it to stop. The feeling of fullness has changed. My body begins to accept him and a warm feeling pools in my stomach.
“Jesus, baby, I’m close,” Daisy gasps. His lips find mine and he kisses me. His tongue moves against mine in rhythm with his thrusts and every time he pushes back into me a burst of something sparks. The feeling is intense and painful, but addictive, and I find myself moving with him, searching for it.
“I’m gonna come, Angel. Your pussy’s strangling my cock and I can’t hold back anymore,” Daisy groans against my lips. He pulls back and then pushes into me deeper than before. His back clenches beneath my hands and he moans loudly into my ear. His movements become frantic, his hips plunge back and forth, and his cock impales me again and again. After one final thrust he cries out, his moan guttural and tortured, then his muscles relax and he exhales a contented sigh against my cheek.
His cock is still buried deep within me, his weight rests on me and I run my hands up and down his back, caressing his muscles.
“I love you,” he whispers.
“I love you.”
I hiss when he pulls out of me, my sex protesting painfully. Daisy sits up between my legs and I can see the red blood coating the condom.
“Come on, baby, let’s get you in the shower, then I’m gonna make up for you not coming. I promise you, Angel, this is the one and only time we’ll ever have sex without you coming. Next time I’m gonna make you scream my name and come over and over with my cock buried deep inside you.”
I watch as he pulls the condom off and drops it into the wastebasket. He strips my property cut from my shoulders, lifting me from the bed and carrying me to the shower. Silently, I watch him test the water and when he holds out his hand to me I take it.
The warm water runs over my skin and my tense muscles ease. Closing my eyes, I luxuriate under the cascade of the shower, jumping when a hand runs across my stomach. Forcing my eyes open I look down to watch Daisy’s soapy fingers leave a line of bubbles across my skin. He washes me with reverence; his hands touch me everywhere, carefully removing all of the blood from my sex and thighs. He washes my hair and then I do the same for him. We don’t talk, we don’t need to.
My first sexual experience wasn’t what I was expecting, but it was with him and that alone made it perfect.
Daisy turns off the shower and then steps out first, holding a towel open for me to step into. He wraps it around me and then grabs another for himself. He dries his skin quickly and then does the same for me.
I giggle when he drops the towel to the floor and lifts me into the air.
“Come on, Angel, time to make you come.”
Lowering me to the bed he drops a small kiss against my lips. His naked body is beautiful and his cock is hard again. I wait for him to climb above me, but he doesn’t; instead his eyes rake over my body, taking in my nakedness.
“I’m a fucking lucky man,” he drawls.
Lifting one of my legs he kisses my foot, then my ankle. His tongue trails a hot wet path up my shin and another featherlight kiss is pressed against my knee. He lowers my leg to the bed and then lifts the other and follows the same pattern, tiny kisses and warm caresses. When he’s finished, he lowers that leg to the bed and finally crawls beside me onto the mattress.
I squirm in anticipation, waiting for his talented tongue to find its way to my sex. He places a fingertip on each of my legs, just above my knee and then he draws patterns on my skin. Circles and swirls leave a path of tingling sensation behind them as they decorate every inch of my thighs with an invisible mural.
I wait for his fingers to pass over my sex, but every time the swirling patterns reach the apex of my thighs, the pattern turns and swirls in the opposite direction. Closing my eyes, I indulge in the sensation of his touch and my breathing becomes ragged, as he edges closer and closer to where I need him to be, only to move away again.
I hold my breath as his fingers brush against the folds of my sex. I wait for his touch but instead of him finally circling my clit, he swirls upwards and across my hips, onto my stomach.
The swirling stops and is replaced by his tongue gently winding its way along my ribs. Air hits the wet trail and my skin instantly cools, leaving me feeling like his touch is actually marking me. I shudder when his mouth pauses over my breast and I can feel the heat of his breath.
I need him to touch me; my skin feels hypersensitive, and the anticipation builds when I see his pink tongue dip out of his mouth and pause mere millimeters from the tip of my nipple.
Tipping my head back, I try to move my breast up to greet his tongue but as if he is expecting me to do it, Daisy’s head is gone before my skin makes contact with his mouth. Daisy starts at my ribs on the other side of my body and his tongue follows the same path. When his hot breath heats my nipple this time I gasp, hoping, desperate, that he’ll touch me properly.
His chuckle is low and laced with unrepentant amusement. His mouth doesn’t close around my heaving breast, instead he pulls back and his fingers take over again. One hand lifts to the side of my face. His fingers comb back my hair, pushing it behind my ear and then trail down my jaw until they reach my chin. A finger lifts and Daisy’s lips meet mine, the kiss is languid and slow.
His tongue pushes gently into my mouth and when he strokes my tongue with his, a fingertip drags across the underside of my breast and across the tip of my nipple. I gasp into Daisy’s mouth, but the kiss continues, slow and deep and sensual.
His finger disappears from my breast only to scrape across the inside of my thigh a moment later. A touch swirls along the length of my arm only to disappear and then reappear at the base of my neck.
Daisy’s featherlight touch is teasing me, a trail of tingles are left in the wake of his barely there caresses and with every stroke, swirl or sweep of his fingers or tongue I’m left desperate for more.
My body sways into his touch, willing him to move to the places I need him. When a single fingertip strokes across my nipple I cry out. Daisy’s lips swallow the sound, and the noise dies in my throat when he starts a pattern of lines, crisscrossing back and forth over my sensitized peak.
Daisy pulls back from our kiss and when our eyes meet, his are full of mischief and lust. My limbs tingle and ache with the need for more, all of the pain between my legs forgotten. His teasing is pushing me closer and closer to desperation and begging him to do something, anything, to make me come.
He moves to my other breast and the pattern of back and forth across my nipple starts again. I can’t take any more, my body is writhing, and I feel like I’ll go mad if he doesn’t do something. “Daisy, please. God, please touch me. Please,” I beg.
A single finger runs across my mound and I cry out, pushing my needy pussy into his hand. His fingers leave my breast and he moves down the bed until his face is level with my sex. I can feel his hot breath against my skin and a trail of goose bumps surface. My hips start to writhe of their own volition and my fingers twist into the sheets beneath me.
Small kisses feather my thighs. Tiny touches that only heighten the frenzy of lust, never staying in one place long enough to satisfy my desire. I twist, moving away from him, then closer to him again as my clouded brain tries to process what I need. A sharp pain snaps at my thigh and I cry out from the heat and pleasure that flows from the spot where he bit me.
“Easy, baby,” he coos.
Squeezing my eyes tightly shut, I wait for his touch. My brain whirls with expectation, hoping his fingers will finally move to my aching desperate sex. Cool air wafts across my stomach and moves down between my legs. Instinctively parting my thighs, Daisy blows across my clit. Crying out, everything happens at once. His tongue hits my clit as his fingertip squeezes my nipple. My body explodes with sensation, white light flashes behind my closed eyes and my entire body arches from the bed.
His tongue rapidly licks at my sex, my clit, and then pushes into me briefly only to quickly move back to my clit again. Pressure pools in my stomach and a fire lights up my body as I detonate and an orgasm cascades from me.
A keening cry escapes from my mouth and I start to shudder. My orgasm begins to fade but Daisy’s tongue moves faster and faster against my clit and the sensations rise again. Sparks and tingles start in my toes and speed upwards, my stomach muscles tense and I feel my limbs try to fold into the sensation.
Moaning loudly, I squeeze my legs together. The pleasure is too much, and I can’t stand it anymore. “No more, I can’t, oh God, I can’t.” I cry.
“I could watch you come all day. You’re so fucking beautiful.” Daisy nips at my thigh playfully then climbs across me, pulling me into his side.
My muscles are lax and I melt into Daisy’s side. Lethargy washes over me and my eyes fall closed . “I love you,” I slur into his chest.
He chuckles lightly. “I love you too, Angel. Sleep now, I’ll wake you up in a couple of hours.”
I try to nod, but I’m not sure if it works or not. Unconsciousness takes me quickly and I fall asleep in the arms of the man I love.