We ate dinner together, fully aware of my obligation—my debt to him. He didn’t mention it and I almost wondered if he had changed his mind—if my body would be enough for him.

I took a long hot bath that night and came out into the living room with nothing but a big oversized towel. I'd also washed my hair and pinned it up into a bun. I didn't know how to romance a man. I guess that some did it with sexy lingerie and candlelight, but I didn't have all that—so I made do with what I had. My body. My innocence.

Erik dropped the knife he was holding on the coffee table along with the rest of the supplies. His lips parted and his eyes widened a bit as his eyes roamed over me.

I walked up to him between the large leather chair where he was sitting and the coffee table and loosened my grip on the towel, letting it fall in a heap at my feet.

He rose swiftly and took my mouth. When he wrapped his arms around me, all of my fears and insecurities vanished. I sighed on his lips and fell into his embrace.

He molded his lips to mine with a strong sense of urgency, exploring every inch of my mouth. My hands roamed over his bare chest. The tight, strong abs and the hard planes of his chest.

Suddenly I wasn’t on my feet anymore. He scooped me up like I was a feather and carried me to his bedroom. He laid me on the bed and without out taking his eyes off me, he undressed.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, coming to join me on the bed.

He moved his palm over my breasts and played with my nipples. He inched downward against her belly, pausing to admire my pussy.

“You did this for me?” he asked, referring to my trimmed pussy.

I couldn’t take advantage of free airline spa treatments here, so I improvised with the supplies he brought to me from the local market.

I nodded. “Do you like it this way?”

He moaned. “I love you in any way you present yourself to me. Doesn’t change the fact that you have the sweetest pussy ever.”

I gasped when he slid a thick finger between my wet folds. I was more than ready for him. My clit throbbed against his fingertip. I spread my legs wider, begging for him to do something about my needs.

“You’re not afraid?” he asked.

“No.”

His eyes reflected sincerity and passion. He kissed my lips. “You shouldn’t be. Just relax and wrap your legs around me. I’ll make you feel better.”

He slid between my legs and pressed his lips to my sex. His mouth was hot and hungry against my pussy. He tugged my clit gently until my pussy was extra slick with arousal.

“There. Now that’s perfect,” he mumbled into me, rising above me and settling behind my legs.

He dropped his head in the space between my neck and shoulder and paused, his cock hard and heavy against my sex.

“Please. I want it. Take me,” I demanded, sliding my palm across the back of his neck and gripping him tightly. “I trust you.” My voice was a whispering prayer. I wanted him to have full access to my body. This was the most sensually erotic way I could ever imagine losing my virginity.

“Alexis…”

He entered me, thrusting boldly to the hilt.

I screamed when his big cock impaled me. Pain and pleasure mixed, creating a sensation so electrifying that it left me in a daze.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he moaned, "Dear God…your pussy is like heaven."

He started to move within me after most of the discomfort left. I moaned as the tip of his cock began to hit against my g-spot. The shaft of his manhood rubbed up against my clit, creating the most epically astounding sensation I could ever even imagine to be lucky enough to feel.

He pumped into me with ease and just the right amount of force. My hips moved with a natural confidence that could only come from within.

“Too much?” he asked, kissing my lips.

“It’s perfect…” I breathed. “I think I’m going to…I’m going to come.”

“Come for me, then. Let me feel your sweet pussy milk my fucking dick,” he whispered against my ear.

What sent me over the edge again was the way he tilted my hips and rocked his pelvis against my pulsing clit. An orgasm barreled through me, even stronger than the ones that came before it. He never let up. He thrust continuously with hot desire. Just as he predicted, my pussy trembled and clenched around his thick, rigid shaft. Another blinding climax hit me.

“Erik!” He loved when I screamed his name. My cries only encouraged him.

He stiffened, and after releasing one long moan and he spilled his seed. Streams of it filled me. He collapsed on top of me and I held him there. I didn’t want to let go. My fingertips and toes were numb. I would certainly want to experience that sensual bliss again.

“You were amazing,” he told me.

I smiled, blushing. That was all I needed to hear.

“You were amazing too. I’ve never felt like that before.”

He pulled me possessively to his chest and we laid there contently in the aftermath.

We must have fallen asleep in each other's arms. I woke up in the middle of the night with Erik's cock hardening against my ass. I pushed myself back against him and moaned as his length molded itself to my flesh.

He groaned. “That feels good.”

I worked myself up against him until the bulbous head of his cock was rubbing against my clit. “More please.”

He lifted my leg and buried himself deep, kissing the nape of my neck and fucking me from the back. The pain was gone. Now there was only pure bliss.