Page 13 of The Good Girl

I wanted to feel his hands on me but wasn’t brave enough to ask. Yet he somehow seemed to know. Maybe I was giving off needy vibes without knowing it because no sooner had I had the thought than I felt his fingers between my thighs.

The scream was held hostage by the overly large flesh in my mouth that was now making its way to my throat. My eyes watered, I lost my breath and then the choking started. He held still but did not retreat, instead waiting for me to get it under control before starting his stroking motions in and out of my mouth again.

There was drool running from the corners of my mouth and something else escaping from between my thighs. I hope he wasn’t as averse to bodily fluids as he was to noise during sex or this affair will be a nonstarter.

About those noises, I was able to control the ones from my lungs barely, but the ones emanating from between my thighs were another story. He added another finger to the mix and the slight discomfort was overshadowed only by the intense pleasure.

“This is to open you up before I breech you.” He moved his fingers in and out, turning them this way and that until it felt like he was screwing them in, or drilling them into me.

The deeper his fingers went the harder I sucked on his flesh until I had even more of him and could take him into my throat with very little discomfort. I felt a slight stinging pain when he fisted his hand in my hair, but that only spurred me on.

“Enough, release me.” I eased my head back and let his cock slip from my lips, already missing the pressure of the fingers he slid out of me at the same time. He helped me up to the middle of the bed and came down beside me. Taking his member in his hand he looked down at me. “This first time is going to hurt, you won’t make a sound. I will try to go easy, but no matter what I do you will feel pain. I’ve tested the strength of your maidenhead; it’s pretty strong. This might take a while.”

With that he slipped between my widely spread legs and I felt the heat of his cock as it played around at my entrance. This is it, there’s no turning back. I was surprised at the soft kiss he placed on my lips as he slid into me.

He kept our lips sealed together as he eased in then out over and over. There was a burning stretching feeling as his strokes widened me in preparation for his whole length.

He went slow at first, butting against the thin membrane time and again like a battering ram weakening a door to force it open.

“Hold on little one.” He reared back and slammed into me with such force the bed knocked against the wall.

I couldn’t contain my cry of pain when he surged into me. He didn’t say anything, just held still until I adjusted to having him buried so deep inside me. His hands soothed and calmed me with the lightest of touches as he kissed from the corner of my lips up to my eyes and ears.

“It’s over now butterfly, shh.” I didn’t realize I had been crying until he sipped the fallen tears from my cheek. It was so unlike him, this gentle tender side that it only made the tears come harder.

He held my head in his hands, tasting my lips as he held his body still. The pain eased and my body relaxed beneath his. “Better?” I nodded yes and waited for what came next. He moved slowly, but his size still made it just a tad uncomfortable, until he twisted his hips and the pressure eased. With the pain abated, that sweet feeling began to grow again.

I could feel something growing inside, that throbbing I’d felt when his tongue was inside me, only different, better. I moved with him, following his lead until the pain was forgotten and all I wanted was that pleasure that I knew was just within reach.

I arched beneath him and his teeth bit into my nipple hard enough that I felt the pull between my thighs. Yes, I’m there, please, please, please.

Then he started to move faster, went deeper and stars burst into full color behind my closed eyes.

“Open your eyes.” They flew open and right onto his. My face went up in flames as he moved in and out of me never losing eye contact. What was he seeing? What was he thinking? There was no sound but our elevated breaths and that squishing sound that my body couldn’t seem to quit. He stared down into my eyes as he took me with slow, steady even strokes and I couldn’t look away.

A light came into his eyes, a glow that hadn’t been there before. Did that mean he was enjoying it? How was I to know if he was pleased with me if he never made a sound during intercourse? I thought sex was a noisy, sweaty mess that left you breathless and mindless at once?

I had the breathless and mindless part down, but what about him? I soon lost all thought as he shifted his body to a different angle and rubbed against something hidden deep inside me.

Not fair! How could he expect me to stay quiet when he did things like this? If that wasn’t bad enough, he lowered his head and took my swollen nipple into his mouth again, this time swirling his tongue around it before suckling with just enough force to send electric pleasure shooting through my body.

His thrust went from hard and deep to slow and sweet and back again and I lost all thought as I chased the unfurling sweetness in the pit of my gut again.

“That’s my good girl. I can feel your pussy sucking me in. That’s it, cum for me butterfly, let go.” As if waiting for his permission my body shook in the most spectacular way with sensations that made me both afraid and ecstatic. These were stronger, sharper than the others. It felt almost like I would die, like I would go up in flames.

I tasted blood on my tongue from where I’d bit into my lip too hard. He licked the speck of blood away before feeding me his tongue. I sucked on it like a life saver as he pounded into me harder than before.

I knew he was reaching climax because of his hurried movements but that was the only thing that gave it away. That and the way he threw his head back and gritted his teeth as if he were in pain. He was beautiful in his release. In that one moment of exposed vulnerability I saw so much.

My heart squeezed with love and emotion as I watched this beautiful man get lost in me. I watched as he came down, his body suffering aftershocks of the most delightful kind that set off little sparks of my own.