"What do you want?" Two fingers turned into three, thoroughly stretching her slimy opening. "Fuck, this skirt." He yanked down the skirt in a swift movement and her full cunt was on display.
The pink flesh calling out to his hardened member, he wanted her already.
"This thing, Callan." The stretching sound of his fingers around her wet folds drove her to the edge. She bit her lips, her eyes pleading for Callan's mercy. "Please, don't stop. This is too much."
He smiled, fully aware that he was dominating and driving her crazy, but he didn't stop.
"You're close, aren't you?" He stared at the fluid that smeared his fingers.
She nodded, coming undone. Her fluid stained his fingers. He licked it up and lowered his head to kiss her lips.
"That was so fast, Orla."
"What you were doing was too much. I couldn't help it." She was unsatisfied, the fire still burned within her body. She hadn't gotten what she wanted from Callan. "But I want more," she admitted shyly.
"I know you do and I know what you want." He slid down and spread her legs apart. "Don't yell too loudly. I want to eat you real good."
‘Fuck, Callan! She murmured inwardly.’ Did he know what those naughty words were doing to her? She could come the second time if Callan continued with those words.
"Are you good?" He asked.
"Yes, oh fuck, Callan—" his teeth were at the entrance of her opening, he kissed her lightly before tugging at her sensitive part. "Callan. I swear, I don't…"
He licked and teased her clit with great care that blew her mind away. She spread her legs wider, letting him devour her to the fullest.
Her hand went down into his hair, yanking at it for dear life as Callan sucked her clit. She just came a few minutes ago, but the tingling sensation was fast building up again and she knew she wouldn't last if Callan continued to tease her folds, licking her pussy lips, but she also didn't want him to stop now.
Her body began to twitch uncontrollably, the impending orgasm higher and more effective than the first one. His tongue lapped her folds again, jerking her back. She couldn't be still.
Her skin was coated in sweat, and her heart was beating fast. Her eyes were teary and she knew she was closer now, but she couldn't release. The pleasure was overwhelming. Too much for her.
"Please don't stop," she pleaded when he raised his head to have a look at her wrecked self.
Her hair was scattered all over her face, portraying her as a famished woman hungry for sex but she didn't dispute that. She was hungry for all of her husband.
"I won't." he grabbed her, placing her carefully on the bed. "You will be fine after this, I promise."
"Callan," her excitement surged through every fibre of her being.
She could feel something bigger building up, something she had wanted for a very long time, but it seemed to be hanging, waiting to be forced out of her.
He pulled at his slacks, pushing them down at a go. His briefs followed after the slacks, both poorly landing on the tiles.
Orla stared at his cock as it dangled against his legs. She needed him already, to fill her to the brim until she lost herself in him.
But at the same time, she was scared of the length. She quickly remembered how she almost choked when she sucked him the last time.
"Callan. Will this hurt?" She pointed at his dick and he laughed.
He knew it would hurt since it was her first time and he didn't want to cajole her into believing that it wouldn't.
"It will hurt." He asserted. "But with time, you will feel the sweetness and be fine."
"Callan, kiss me." She demanded when he settled between her legs.
He gently kissed her lips and her forehead. Then he looked down at her little cunt. "Can I?" He asked, and she nodded in response, giving her approval.
Callan gently rubbed the cap of his cock against her entrance, staring at her. He pushed in, still staring at her.
She let out a shrill cry, and her body trembled. It was strange and the pain strangled her entire being. She wanted to pull away, push him away from her.
"Are you alright?"
She shook her head. "But don't stop, Callan."
He thrust into her again. She yelped in response, not moving her body.
He glimpsed the pain in her eyes. She was hurting and he hated that. She was tight, and pushing in was difficult. He wanted to, but he didn't want to hurt her.
He pulled away, dropping frustratedly on the bed.
"Maybe we should try next time," he wiped her teary eyes, pulling her closer to his chest.
"No, Callan. I am ready now. I can take it." She assured him, lust evident in her eyes.
"Are you sure you can?" He asked, concern laced in his voice.
"Yes, Callan. I can." She nodded, biting her lips.
Callan set her back on the bed. When her shoulders relaxed, he placed himself firmly between her legs again.
Gently, he thrust into her again. The head of his cock stretched her walls wide, leaving her gasping for breath. He looked at her to make sure that she could take him when he thrust into her again, and slowly he moved inside of her.
Orla moaned, jiggling her body to match his moves. She had waited for this all her life and now that Callan was inside of her, she was full.
He looked down at her and smiled.
“Are you fine?" He slowed down.
She bucked her hips, nodding her head. Callan increased his pace in and out of her hole. She adjusted, matching his moderate and gentle pokes and strokes.
She could do this and she would do it. The pain had subdued, pleasure swiftly taking over her insides.
"Callan, this is good." She matched his moves, her face filled with smiles.
He was now fully inside of her, stretching her with slow and gentle pokes.
They stared into each other's eyes. Love, emotions evident in their soft gazes. The lust that shimmered in their gazes had been replaced with deep affection.
She loved this, their skin slapping against each other, and matching heartbeats.
Callan slowly thrust in and out of her, checking on her to make sure that he wasn't hurting her. The feeling was fulfilling, heavenly and satisfying.
He had taken her innocence.
She was no longer a virgin, the thought that Callan was the one who took it from her gladdened her heart. She wouldn't have wanted this any other way, but this way. It was perfect this way.
Callan on top of her was perfect, his eyes on hers as he made love to her were perfect. She didn't want it any other way but this way.
"Can you go faster than this?" She whispered when he bent to kiss her cheeks.
Callan could feel the rush of excitement stored within him and he wanted to burst out before he died of overexcitement. She was too tight, she fitted him just perfectly.
"I am afraid I can't last, Orla. You're so tight and so beautiful."
He pulled out and rammed into her again, faster this time. Just as she demanded. He held her hips as he guided his cock in and out of her.
The pokes were slow, smooth, sensual and killing.
He dropped his head to her forehead. His eyes rested on the blood that stained the sheets and at that moment, he felt so emotional, close to tears but he held back.
"Thank you, Orla." He whispered, thanking her for letting him be her first.
For letting him make love to her slowly without being animalistic. For letting him realise that he was worth taking something that precious from her.
His body stilled against hers. Loud groans oozed from his lips. He muttered cuss words that she found damn sexy. He jerked, the sweat that trickled down his skin mixing with hers.
She had seen him like that before. The day she sucked him. But this was wilder and more fun to watch.
He was tempted to spill his seed inside of her but with all the resilience he could muster, he pulled out to spill his fluid on the bed.
He respected that she wasn't ready to mother a child yet and he wouldn't pester her about that.
"That was fast, Orla. I knew I wouldn't last." He said ashamedly.
She smiled, staring at him. "We can go again. Maybe you will last longer the second time."
She had gotten used to the pleasure. She wanted to feel more of it.
"Are you sure?" He looked at her, wiping sweat off her forehead.
"Yes," she agreed.
"Right? But let me clean you up."
"Oh, do you have to?" She looked down at where his finger was pointing. She glimpsed the bloodstains and looked up at him, filled with the understanding that he had broken her hymen. "Right." She smiled, happiness consuming her insides.
She finally got what she wanted.