Emma
The kiss caught me completely off guard. I knew that I had the strength to push him away, but did I want to push him away?
His soft lips were rough against mine. Taking this chance, I slip my hands into his fiery red hair while he devours my mouth. As I opened my eyes during the kiss I could see his red hair sprawled around his face, it looked like fire consuming every part of him, and I could feel its warmth. It also felt like a fire was consuming my body even during winter. I loved this fire. I want more.
His tongue swipes over my bottom lip, at first, I didn’t know what he wanted but as his hands move to my bum squeezing it. I knew that he wanted entrance to my mouth because when I gasped, he shoved his warm wet muscle into my mouth, exploring every small fraction of my mouth as he runs his hands to the buttons of my shirt, slowing unbuttoning them.
It seemed like he grew impatient with unbuttoning my shirt because halfway through he ripped it right open making all the button scatter on the floor. His lips began to assault my neck; I tilted my head back as my mouth hung open breathing heavily. His lips left a burning trail down my skin; it was like his fiery red hair was consuming every part of me. I never thought I would be in this kind of situation.
“Elijah,” I whimpered as his hands traveled over my exposed skin.
He quickly unhooked my bra and before I could prepare myself his hands started caressing my breasts making me gasp out a moan. He removed his lips from my inflamed skin, and I felt him lean closer to my ear, his voice husky and tainted as if he’s battling to control himself.
“I want to hear you call my name my kitten.”
“Elijah,” I loudly stuttered as I gripped onto his shoulders. One of his hands left my breasts and started trailing up and down my leg. I’ve never been touched like this before; the new feeling filled me with a burning fire of desire. It almost felt like I was back on the dancefloor, feeling alive.
Suddenly he started rubbing circles on the private part underneath my ties; it was my first time being touched there making me yelp at the unknown feeling. Then when I felt more pressure on my bundle of nerves, it made me cry out in pleasure. Next thing I know I was moving my hips against his hand, the desire that gathered up inside felt like it was about to explode. My legs couldn’t support me anymore as they trembled in pleasure, Elijah removed any intimate contact as he scooped me up into his arms and started hastily walking towards his room.
“Emma, I can’t take it anymore. I need you,” he said as his icy eyes stared at me as if he was asking permission to take the next step. I wasn’t the type to do this with any guy, but all rational thinking was thrown out the window the moment he pressed his lips against mine. At this moment of pleasure, everything felt so right.
He then gently laid me down on his bed as he stood beside the bed looming over me as his eyes took in every crevice of my body. I averted my eyes from his intense one and slowly nodded my head. He then started unbuttoning his shirt, and each one he undid gave me a peek at his muscular chest. When his shirt was completely off, I admired his strong body, huge pecks, and abs that were absolutely mouthwatering.
“Enjoy what you see, kitten?” he asked, but I quickly averted my eyes. I heard Elijah unbuckle his belt as he let it hit the floor with a clink. To say I was nervous, was an understatement, my heart felt like it was about to leap right out of my chest. I couldn’t calm down this raging heart of mine that’s filled with anxiety. I wanted Elijah to take me into his arms at the same time I tried to push him as far away as possible.
I felt some part the bed sank when he crawled over me. I expected him to reconnect our lips or continue to assault my burning skin, but instead, he stayed hovering over me. I slowly turned towards him to see what he’s up to but noticed that he was doing nothing but staring at me with a burning passion in his eyes.
“What are you do—” My stuttering was much worse now than it was before. Elijah cut me off by suddenly grabbing my hand and placing it right above his beating heart. “I’ve never been this nervous before,” he shockingly said. His heart was beating faster than mine. His eyes were on me. Was this how he feels or me?
I looked away in embarrassment, but I knew he saw the lust deep inside. He then leaned forward and whispered in my ear “It’ll hurt a little at first, but you’ll feel good afterward. Can you handle it?”
My body was practically begging for it, my heart was trying to keep up, and my mind was too jumbled up with all this sexual tension to think about it. He suddenly nibbled on my collarbone almost like he was giving me time to prepare myself mentally.
My stomach knots into a ball of emotions, but I won’t let it show.
“Elijah,” I whimpered once more. Almost like a beast has woken up inside of Elijah he was quick to slide my skirt off along with my pink panties as well. Before I even knew it both of us were stark naked. “Emma,” he moaned out as I felt his smaller man poke my inner thigh.
“I promise that I’ll be gentle,” he said as he leaned right over me positioning his joystick right outside my entrance. His arm propped him up so his weight wouldn’t squish me while his other hand grabbed my hips firmly, to keep me from squirming too much. His dick slowly pushed into my pink entrance which made me shut my eyes tightly. It was only the head that was inside, but it was enough to make me flinch in pain and cry out.
Tears started leaking from my eyes. “I’m sorry, Emma. Just a little more, alright?” he asked as he removed his hand from my hips and wiped the tears that were escaping my eyes. I opened my eyes and stared into Elijah’s icy eyes that made me feel secure like he wouldn’t ever hurt me.
He quickly shoved the rest into me, like he wanted to be as brief with this as possible. I screamed out in pain, and as I stared into Elijah’s eyes, I saw regret reflecting in his eyes. My hands were gripping the bed sheets tightly as the pain only seemed to increase. I couldn’t but squirm beneath him almost like I was trying to escape the pain. Even when he appeared extremely guilty, I could see that he was holding back, and I knew that must be extremely difficult for him.
I stopped my squirming and told him “You can move now.” The pain was still there, but it was bearable. He hesitated for a bit but then he started moving at a slow pace. He angled himself, so he was thrusting downwards, hitting a sensitive spot of mine. The pleasure was indescribable; it made my breath hitch and my mouth water. My hands released their hold on the bedsheets and flew towards Elijah’s strong shoulders.
“Oh! Elijah…!” Even when I’m drowning in pleasure my stutter wouldn’t go away. My gasps had turned into pleasured moans as I bucked my hips as best as I can to meet his thrusts, tantalized. Wanting to feel it more as I longed for that beautiful, fleeting feeling. I leaned further into Elijah’s tantalizing touch as a chorus of sexy moans escaped my lips.
Elijah sped up his pace, as my tight walls were squeezing his throbbing hard dick. The pleasure was once again building up, ready to explode. It was like he was lost in this pleasure as he began to pound into me harder and faster. He kept hitting that sensitive spot of mine that before I could even prepare myself the joy inside of me exploded, it was just for a second that I felt like his fire consumed me, but it was the most erotic experience I ever had. I screamed out his name as I rode out what seemed to be my very first orgasm.
It wasn’t too long when Elijah’s thrusts became sloppy and exploded deep inside of me. Covered in a sheet of sweat, blood and panting, Elijah collapsed on top of me. I was too hungover with my pleasure to feel his actual weight. Even out of breath Elijah wrapped his arms around my body trapping me within his hold, not being able to move. He used my breasts like a pillow as he said breathlessly “Emma… I love you… please be mine.”
Even when my body was exhausted, it managed to tense up in surprise from Elijah’s words. No one has ever said those words to me. Being in Elijah’s embrace felt right, and I didn’t ever want to leave it. I tried to get to know him more.
I turned my gaze away from him as I felt my cheeks burning up, turning the same color as Elijah’s hair.
“Okay,” I timidly told him.