Chapter 5
Anna
The kiss was urgent immediately, and Luke wrapped his arms around me, pulling me against him. We made out as if we were going to consume each other, the atmosphere charged with a passion I hadn’t ever felt before. Luke picked me up, lifting me by my thighs, and I wrapped my legs around him. He carried me to the bedroom and laid me down on the bed, still kissing me.
I wanted him so badly. My body ached for his touch, my nerve endings were on fire, and I wanted him inside of me. Even though I had never done this before. I was a virgin because my dad was scary, and no man had been good enough in his eyes. Not even when they had been good enough in mine. My dad was scary when he wanted to be, and most men ran a mile when they saw him.
The few that had managed to stick it out hadn’t been good enough for me. I had spent a lot of time around the men my dad hired, watching them and taking note of how they treated women, and I had decided I never wanted to be treated that way.
Luke was the first person that didn’t treat me like a piece of ass.
“Wait,” I said, breaking the kiss. I was breathing hard. Luke’s eyes were cornflower blue and riddled with hunger, but I needed him to know.
“What?” he asked. He was out of breath, too. He was as turned on as I was. I could feel the thick ridge in his pants where he pressed himself against my crotch.
“I’m a virgin,” I said, throwing it out there.
Luke blinked at me, taking in what I had just said and rolled off me. I didn’t want him to stop, but I had to talk to him about it. The mattress dipped under our weight, and we were pushed together in the middle of the bed.
“Really?” he asked, and he looked like he couldn’t believe it. It was a compliment.
I nodded.
“We don’t have to do this,” he said. “We can stop.”
Those words made my heart sing. Would any of the men in my life before have said that to me? No. And Sam, God, I didn’t even want to think about him.
“I don’t want to stop,” I said. “I want to do this. I just thought it was something you should know.”
Luke nodded and moved closer to me, rolling onto his side so that his front was pressed against me. I was aware of his erection, of the way his eyes bore into mine. He put his hand on my thigh and moved it slowly upward, making me shiver as he touched me inch by inch.
“I’ll be gentle,” he said in a low voice.
I kissed him. I didn’t want to talk anymore. He knew what he needed to know, and it was enough. I rolled onto my side as well so that we faced each other and put my arm around Luke’s neck, kissing him deeper. He slid his tongue into my mouth, and I sighed, melting against him. He was an amazing kisser.
Luke ran his hand down my body, and I shivered and squirmed slightly, smiling against Luke’s mouth. I was ticklish.
The sensation quickly changed when he pushed his hand under my shirt and his palm and fingertips were on my bare skin. My breath hitched in my throat, and everywhere he touched me left a trail of fire. His hand cupped my breast, and he kneaded and massaged me. I rolled away from him a little to give him space to touch me.
Luke pushed the other hand under my shirt, too. He pulled my shirt up and massaged both my breasts. My nipples were hard against the padding of my bra, and I moaned softly. Luke touched me as if I was delicate, rare, making me feel precious. I loved how he made me feel, and we had barely done anything, yet. It was confirmation every step of the way that I had made the right choice telling him I wanted to go through with it.
After a while of Luke worshipping my breasts, he pulled my shirt up, and I lifted my arms to help him get rid of it. I pulled my hair back and out of the way when the shirt lifted over my head, and I was in my bra in front of Luke. I arched my back so Luke could reach under my body and unclasp it, and he did it with skill that suggested he had done it before.
I didn’t care. Luke looked at me like I was the only woman to him, the only one that had ever mattered. None of those that might have come before me meant anything, now. It was only Luke and me, and he treated me like it had always been that way.
Luke looked at my breasts when I was topless in front of him, my bra somewhere beside the bed along with my shirt. He looked at me like he had never seen a topless woman before.
“You’re incredibly beautiful,” Luke said, and I blushed, feeling the need to cover up. I was suddenly shy. I started to lift my arms, putting them across my chest but Luke stopped me, shaking his head.
“Don’t,” he said. “It’s perfection.”
He put his hands on my breasts again, and I lifted my hands over my head instead, forcing myself on display and giving him space to do what he wanted to do. I wanted Luke to have this, to do what he wanted to me. I wouldn’t get in my own way because I was shy and lived in fear that all men were the same.
Luke was proving to me every second that he was different.
Luke leaned forward and sucked a nipple into his mouth, and I stopped thinking about the logistics, stopped trying to rationalize and gave myself over to the feeling. I whimpered and moaned as Luke sucked on my nipples, alternating between the two while he massaged the other, rolling it between his fingers. He was driving me crazy, and we hadn’t even undressed completely.
As if he knew what I was thinking, and it reminded him, Luke moved down my body, kissing his way over my ribs and down to my navel. He undid my pants with skilled hands and slowly peeled them off my body. I was naked in front of him, and Luke was still fully clothed.
Luke pulled off his shirt, and I let my eyes wander over his six-pack abs and muscular arms. Whatever he did out here, he was doing it right. He could carry right on doing it. Luke looked at me with a look in his eyes that made me shiver before he parted my thighs with his hands. He touched my pussy, and I whimpered. Every touch felt enhanced, and my body was like a live wire, ready to explode at the smallest touch.
“Your scent is intoxicating,” Luke said, and I blushed again, but before I could feel embarrassed that Luke was between my legs, studying the most intimate parts of me, he flicked his fingers over my clit, and I squirmed. Luke worked his fingers over my clit in small circles until I was about ready to lose it before he pushed them into me and I cried out as he pumped his fingers in and out of me. He did that until I came undone at the seams before he moved to my clit again, keeping me on the edge of an orgasm but never allowing me to tip over. I whined and squirmed and moaned, and Luke worked me over, setting me alight.
Finally, Luke pressed his thumb against my clit while two fingers were still inside me, and he moved slowly in and out, moving his thumb around on my clit at the same time. I cried out as I tumbled into an orgasm. My body jerked and spasmed, and I squeezed my eyes shut, giving myself over.
Luke let me go when the intensity died down and crawled up the bed, his body hovering over mine. He kissed me, long and deep, before he pushed himself off the bed and got rid of his pants. When he was naked, he crawled onto the bed again, and my thighs fell open of their own volition. Luke positioned himself between my legs.
“Are you okay with this?” he asked.
I nodded. I was ready for it. I was ready for him.
Luke pressed the head of his dick against my entrance, and I gasped. Slowly, Luke slid into me. The pleasure that came with it was overwhelming. Having him slide into me was overwhelming. I had never felt this connected to anyone, and the intimacy, with his face so close to mine, his body pressed against me, and his dick inside me, was staggering. At the same time, I felt a pinch, and I cried out again. I tried to catch my breath and get comfortable with Luke inside me.
He started moving slowly in and out and the pinch worsened for a moment before the pleasure took over. After that, I didn’t think about the pain anymore. It was still there, but it was a good kind of pain. I had never experienced a combination of pain and pleasure like this, but it was fantastic, and I wanted Luke to keep going, to do more, to take it all.
Luke started moving his hips faster and faster, pumping into me. The pain was bearable. I focused on the pleasure, and it was pure ecstasy. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feel of Luke inside of me, of how he filled me up so that I felt stretched out and splayed open. With every stroke, Luke split me in half, but I wanted more. I put my hands on his back and dug my nails lightly into his skin.
Luke took it as a sign of encouragement and moved faster still, pounding into me harder and faster. I cried out with the rhythm of his strokes, and in no time, Luke was powering into me and I took it all, wanting more and more.
“Get on top of me,” Luke said after a while, and he slowed down before he stopped.
“I’ve never done it,” I said.
Luke shook his head. “It’s okay. I’ll show you.”
He pulled out of me and rolled over onto his back. I climbed onto him and straddled his hips. Luke put his hands on my hips and guided me down onto his cock. I held him with my hand, positioning him at my entrance before I sat down.
I moaned when I did, the pain returning but much lighter, now. When I sat down, Luke was deeper inside me. I moved back and forth a little, trying to adjust to how much bigger Luke felt before I started moving my hips back and forth. Sex was natural, and my body somehow knew what to do. I rode him harder and harder, sliding his cock in and out of me, and I cried out and gasped to the rhythm of our sex.
“That’s it, sexy,” he said. “Faster.”
I did as he suggested, and I realized if I leaned forward a little, my clit rubbed against his pubic bone, rubbing me into a frenzy. My clit was sensitive after the first orgasm, but I pushed through because the pleasure was more than the sensitivity.
I orgasmed again, and it was bigger and stronger than the first time. I collapsed forward onto Luke’s chest, bucking my hips and my insides clamped down on his cock, squeezing him, milking his orgasm out of him. Luke came, and I felt him jerking and pulsating inside me. I cried out as we rode out the orgasm together, and Luke’s arms were around me, holding onto me, pulling me tightly against him.
When it was over, I carefully climbed off Luke. I was sensitive, and I felt every inch of my body where he had touched me. I moved up on the bed so my head was on a pillow. Luke rolled over with his back to me for a second before he came to me. He pulled me into the crook of his arm, and I put my head on his chest.
This was how it was supposed to be, I thought. If there was a good way to lose my virginity, this was it. Luke had treated me like a Princess, and now that I had finally lost my virginity, I felt like a woman.