CHAPTER FOURTEEN
EMMA
When I slid down his cock, it took me by surprise. His cock stretched me wider than I'd been stretched before, but it felt amazing. I'd masturbated enough in my life that my hymen wasn't going to be a problem. I didn't want my first time to be painful, so I'd made sure of that. I'd prepared myself for it, you might say. But I never really could be prepared for this, not completely. The emotions involved with it were almost too much. As I stared down into his eyes and realized what was, I almost wanted to burst from happiness.
Surprisingly, it wasn't painful at all though. Marcus helped me move back and forth, making me grind myself against his body. The gentle, rolling movements felt amazing, and having my clit rubbing against his pelvis was almost too much. I hadn't expected my first time to feel so incredible and I was doing all I could to keep from crying out.
He was struggling to maintain control and keep himself from coming too soon, I could tell. At one point, I spasmed, my pussy clenching down tighter around him, and his eyes grew so wide, I thought he was going to come right then and there. But he held back and let out a groan of pleasure. I clenched down again, and he reacted once more. Smiling, I loved knowing I could have that effect on a man.
I fell forward, kissing him as I continued rocking back and forth on top of him, his hands guiding my rhythm. The feeling of his lips on mine, his hands on my body, was almost too much for me. My pulse quickened and my movements became more desperate as I felt my orgasm approaching. The closer I got, the faster I moved, I could tell he was struggling to stay in control. His brow was furrowed, his jaw was clenched tight and every movement caused him to let out a sound of pleasure. His hands gripped my hips even harder and tighter, his nails digging into my skin as he fought to maintain control of himself.
Every sound that came from his lips only made my own pleasure more intense. Even though I had no idea what I was actually doing, he made me feel amazing. Finally, I found the rhythm that made my eyes fly open and a moan of pleasure escape my lips. As I rocked back and forth, taking him deeper and deeper inside of me, he hit the right spot, and I felt the tightness in my pelvis as I found myself nearing the brink; and then I toppled over it.
“Marcus, oh Marcus,” I moaned, shuddering as the first wave of pleasure hit me hard.
I let out a cry of pleasure, unable to keep moving. I gasped and felt like I'd frozen in place as the ecstasy rolled through me. But Marcus kept me moving, guiding me with his hands to keep me sliding up and down on his cock, which kept my orgasm going, helping it grow stronger and stronger. With my head thrown back, I cried out, coming so hard, I felt like I might fall off of him. As I opened my eyes and stared down at him, I could see that Marcus was clearly on the verge of losing control. As my own orgasm subsided and feeling returned to my limbs, I started moving again, rocking back and forth, riding him as best I could. He stared up at me with wide eyes that were filled with a primal need. A hunger and a desire that only served to make me even wetter.
I loved that he had that look in his eyes as he locked gazes with me. It made me feel so wanted. So desired. It was hard to explain, but it made me feel like I was more than just a casual fuck for him. Something about the way he looked at me with such raw, naked emotion made me feel like this was something special, and not just for me. His nails dug into my flesh and I felt my pussy spasm around his cock. He gasped and I felt his entire body stiffened up just before he cried out.
“Oh God, Emma!”
With that, he exploded inside of me. I felt him pulsating and the warmth of his cum as he filled me up. It was unlike anything I'd ever felt before and having him shooting his warm seed deep into me felt so amazing that I very nearly orgasmed again. I looked down at him, reveling in the look of pure and utter bliss on his face as he emptied himself inside me.
That was exactly why I'd gotten myself on the pill. I'd wanted him to come inside of me; it made me feel more connected to him.
He groaned and stared up at me, neither one of us moving for several long moments. He was still inside of me, but I felt him growing softer. Eventually, I rolled off of him, his cum running down my legs, and I laid down beside him. He turned over and held me close, kissing me softly on my forehead.
“Thank you,” I said softly.
“No, thank you,” he said.
I could tell he wanted to say something else to me, but he remained quiet. I considered pressing him to get him to speak his mind, but decided against it. Instead, I allowed him to hold me close and plant soft kisses on my face and neck.
I'd done it. I'd lost my virginity, and not with just anyone. I’d given it to someone special to me, a man I'd dreamt about for so many years. This couldn't be real, could it? Oh, but it was. My heart was so full of joy. Saving it for all these years had been worth it, to share this moment with him.
“You okay?” he asked me, giving me a serious look.
I had tears in my eyes. I tried to hide my face, it felt silly to cry after sex. But Marcus lifted my head and made me stare at him, to look him in the eyes.
“I'm great,” I said. “I'm just so happy.”
He chuckled and kissed me. “I'm glad those are happy tears,” he said. “I was worried for a second.”
“Oh no, these are happy tears alright,” I said, wiping them away. “I just can't believe we did that. It was so beautiful, and amazing, and everything I always imagined it to be.”
“Good,” he said. “I'm glad to hear that.”
Curled up next to him, I closed my eyes. Suddenly, I felt so very tired. I listened to his heart beat and his breathing, and eventually, we both fell asleep cuddled together.
I was one happy girl.
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The next morning, I awoke with a jolt, adrenaline shooting through my body. I sat up and it took me a moment to remember where I was. Marcus was still asleep beside me, and the sweet ache between my thighs was enough for me to remember everything. My amazing night hadn't been just a dream and my vibrator; it had really happened. After wanting it for years upon years, I'd finally had sex with Marcus Pratt.
I had to keep myself from squealing like a little girl as I stared down at him and smiled, feeling happy all over again, s, satisfied, and completely content. I leaned down and kissed him awake, gently.
“Hey,” I whispered, “I have to get home. I have to work later this morning.”
He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close to him, kissing me in his half-asleep state. I kissed him back and smiled as his eyes fluttered halfway open.
“Next time your kids are away, invite me over, okay?” I said, stroking his cheek. “I feel like I have so much more to learn from you. And I can't wait for my next lesson.”
He smiled and nodded. “Sounds like a plan,” he mumbled. “I'm really looking forward to it.”
I quickly got dressed, and as I did so, Marcus managed to wake himself up. He sat up in bed, covered only by his sheet, and motioned for me to come back over before I left.
“Next time,” he whispered, “I'll make you breakfast and you can stick around for a while.”
“That would be great,” I said, suddenly wishing I didn't have to work.
Honestly, I wasn't sure last night, how the next morning would turn out. I was hoping to avoid any and all awkwardness between us after we'd had sex. It turned out that I was silly to think there'd be any awkwardness between us at all. Everything seemed so natural, so at ease and comfortable. It surprised me.
“Then it's a date,” he said, kissing my hand before letting it go.
“It's a date,” I said, feeling giddy, my heart pounding in my chest.
He threw on some pants and walked me out to the front door, giving me one last kiss before saying goodbye.
“Thank you, again, Marcus,” I said. “For not thinking of me like a child. I promise, you won't regret it.”
“I'm never going to regret what happened,” he said.
Suddenly, I saw something in his eyes that I couldn't quite place. There was something about the way he looked at me that filled me with an indescribable warmth that seemed to come out of nowhere. It wasn't merely a passing glance between two fuck buddies. There was more to it. There was a depth and intensity there. If only I had time to hang out, to see what came from all of it, to see what he was thinking about.
But I had to get going.
“Good,” I said. “Because I won't either.”
Reluctantly, I made my way home from Marcus' house. I walked through the patio door and into the family room with a smile on my face and amazing memories scrolling through my head. As I turned around though, I felt my heart stop cold in my chest. Adrenaline shot through me and my eyes grew wide. I wasn't alone. Sitting on the sofa was my father. He was watching me with a look of barely controlled fury in his eyes.
“Where have you been, Emma?” he asked.