Chapter 10
Danielle
Just like that, he swept me off my feet, and carried me down the hallway. I gasped, at once nervous and joyous, and he kicked open the door, bore me inside, and then lay me gently on the bed.
Then, he stepped back, looking at me with such passion and obvious longing that I started being less afraid.
“So, teacher,” I joked. “Teach me.”
“Well, first,” he said as he reached down and began unbuttoning my shirt. “Fucking with certain clothes on can be really sexy. There’s a sense of immediacy to it, and naughtiness. However, for a fine girl like you, when losing your virginity, you deserve it the most natural way: naked.”
As he finished, he ripped my shirt over my head with a flourish. Eager to show that I was obeying his lesson, I unsnapped my bra and flung it off the bed.
For the first time in my life, my breasts were exposed to the sight of a man. I bit my lip, feeling both nervous and proud of my daring.
“Beautiful,” he said, then he leaned down, cupped one in his hand, and placed my nipple in his mouth.
“Oh!” I moaned, feeling wetness trickling between my legs. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close, as the stubble on his chin tickled my chest and pleasure burst from his lips.
“Some people,” he said, taking a break to kiss all around my breasts. “Have really over-sensitive or under-sensitive nipples. It’s important to find out.” His mouth closed over my second nipple, and another burst of pleasure surged through me. After a moment he relinquished and smiled. “I think it’s safe to say that you enjoy that?”
“Yes,” I gasped, nodding eagerly. Now he had his mouth on one nipple, and his hand on the other, and I found myself melting into the sheets. I was clay to be molded by his touch.
Then, he went to my pants.
He was gentle but firm, looping his fingers around the edge of my pants and pulling them down the length of my thighs. I gasped again, more out of the sudden coolness of the air than anything else, especially on the wetness between my thighs. His fingertips caught the band of my panties and peeled them away, as if he were unwrapping a present. My pussy was now exposed before him, sopping wet and all. With a grin, he shifted me up the bed, and then lay down on his stomach, right between my knees.
I realized in that moment what he intended to do.
Please, I thought. Oh, please. Let it be okay. Let me taste okay. Let him like it.
Then, his tongue dipped into me, and it obliterated all thought.
Minutes passed. I felt his tongue sliding into me, and then up and around my clit. The pleasure was at once both soft and overwhelming, like being fully immersed in a pool of pleasure. I felt the orgasm coming like a storm in the night, brewing and gathering power until striking me with a torrent of ecstasy.
As I lay on the bed, gasping, Roger emerged, looking rather smug with the outcome. He stood, and began undoing his own pants.
“It’s important to know,” he said, sounding like a professor at a lecture hall, even as his pants fell away to reveal black boxes and a bulging presence that drew my eye like a magnet. “That how much pleasure a woman gets out of sex usually depends on how wound up she is. Meaning, all the skills I unleash on you now will feel even better than if I were to do exactly the same thing before you were revved up and soaking.”
I smiled at him, thankful for his wisdom, paying close attention to what he said – until he slid his boxers away.
“Whoa,” I muttered, sitting up. I couldn’t help it. The dick before me was enormous and rock hard, erected at a perfect forty-five degree angle from his body. I stared. Its bulb-like tip, pink with flushing. That long, thick shaft, textured with the hardness of his veins. It seemed to go on forever, leading all the way down to nicely trimmed, dark hair and large, full balls.
I had seen men’s dicks before. Mostly on dares, or my rare ventures into pornography. But I’d never seen one that looked so beautiful. Hell, it looked like it could have been carved onto a sex statue, in some museum in Amsterdam. That’s how incredible it looked.
He must have sensed my admiration, for he cocked a grin and said, “You like it.”
I nodded, then gulped. “That…can fit inside me?”
He smile spread. “Let’s find out, shall we?”
He took me into his arms, lay me down across the bed, and mounted me. His body was warm, hard, and muscular. I expected him to be heavy, but he took the weight on his elbows. As he settled down atop me, I realized how small and feminine he made me feel with his size and strength – and as a girl who grew up playing hockey with her brothers, I rarely felt either of those things.
His dick pressed first against my belly, and then, as he shifted, down between my legs, I inhaled sharply. It was hot and rock hard, like a piston. Though I was excited – and streaming wet to boot – I was nervous, wondering if it would be painful.
“Don’t worry,” he whispered, kissed my ear. “I won’t hurt you.”
And then he took his cock in his hand and guided it gently inside me.
“Ah!” I gasped immediately, spreading my legs wider to take him in. As he pressed deeper, I felt a small spark of pain, but that was soon washed out by the rush of wet pleasure surging through me. My eyes rolled back into my head. My breasts heaved. And my first thought as I had sex for the first time was, Why the hell did I wait so long?
It was incredible – pleasure as I had never imagined it. Sure, there was a little soreness, but it was nothing compared to how amazing I was feeling. It’d be like getting upset about a scraped knee while standing in front of the most magnificent vista the world could offer.
His movements started shallow and slow, but as I moaned and widened in pleasure, he began to thrust deeper, plunging me even further into my dazed ecstasy.
My thighs squeezed against his hips. My hands scrabbled upon the flesh of his back, holding him close to me. I felt his hot breath in bursts against the hollow of my neck, and my nipples rubbing the hair of his chest.
It was overwhelming. It was amazing. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced, and I prayed that it would not be a one-time thing. I wanted to experience something like this every day for the rest of my life.
After what seemed an eternity and a flash of a moment, Roger’s measured breathing turned to grunts. I sensed his rhythm changing. It was no longer the steady swing of a pendulum, but sometimes short and quick, others long and deep. His hands bit into my hair, and he kissed my neck savagely. At first, I was taken aback by this new roughness, but as the fire burned even higher between my legs, I began to reciprocate. I clawed deeper into his skin, clipped his shoulder with my teeth, and locked my ankles behind his back.
“Oh, Danielle,” he grunted. “I’m gonna pump you full!”
“Ah…” I felt it. I could feel him exploding inside me, a hot rush of liquid soothing my battered insides like a balm. He thrust two, three, four more times, and I felt his manhood trembling inside me. Every pulse it gave sent a shiver of pleasure through me, until, at long last, he slipped from my body.
“Have fun?” He asked, kissing my nose before toppling away. It looked like if he had had the energy to giggle, he would have.
Suddenly serious, I leaned up onto my elbow and turned towards him. “Yes, Roger,” I said solemnly. “That was the most fun I think I’ve ever had in my entire life.”
We kissed, and then he took me into the crook of his arm, where we lay in a wonderful stupor until both of us drifted off to sleep.