"Oh, Jake!" I couldn't help but cry out. Loudly. Thank goodness we were alone. He moved to the other breast with his mouth as I felt his hands move to slide up my legs, lifting my skirts along the way. Once he reached my bottom, he pulled me down onto his lap with a quick tug. Jake shifted his legs so that mine were spread wide, my skirts bunched up in my lap.
One of Jake's hands slid up my thigh and his head was lowered to watch. "Oh, sweetheart. Look how wet you are. Your juices are dripping down your legs."
My eyes flared in fear. "Oh, no. I didn't mean it!" I pushed at his shoulders to rise.
Jake grinned as he slid a thick finger through my folds. "Don't worry, sweetheart. This is a good thing - a beautiful sight. Your pussy's supposed to be wet for me. This means your body is ready to be fucked."
My eyes slipped shut as he circled my opening, slid in. I'd never felt anything like it, couldn't describe the pleasure that coursed through my veins at his touch. I was filled, like my bottom, but this was different. His finger moving ever so slowly only made me want to rock on his lap and push him deeper. I wanted, no...needed to be filled.
"I can feel your maidenhead." He nudged me with his finger. "Right...right there." I felt the tightness, the pressure it caused. "Do you want me deeper?"
My head fell back on my shoulders, my breasts thrust out, and I didn't care. His hand bumped against the cork, but instead of pain, it struck nerves I never knew I had. Tingling heat spread through my stretched ring with every nudge, so unlike the discomfort from before. "God, oh my God! Yes, deeper!"
"Then ride my finger, sweetheart. Break that barrier so I can take you upstairs and fuck you."
I opened my eyes, not sure what he meant. Ride him?
He placed his free hand on my hip, lifted me up, then lowered me down.
"Oh," I moaned. Soon, I lifted and lowered myself on his one finger, then when I lifted up, he inserted another.
"The next time you lower yourself, push deep," he instructed.
I rose up on my toes, my inner muscles clenching around his digits to hold him within me, before I let myself drop, hard, back onto his lap.
The tips of his fingers broke through my innocence and I sank deep. I screamed at the quick stab of pain. I grabbed his shoulders and tried to wriggle off, feeling too full. Having the cork in me only stretched me further and it was too much. I wanted...needed something I couldn't quite reach.
"That's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," Jake whispered, then nipped the lobe of my ear. "I love how you gave yourself to me, sweetheart." He moved his fingers, stroking me deep within. "Now. Only pleasure."
I lifted up as he continued to move, to touch spots inside. The pain was quickly gone and he was truthful. Only pleasure remained. I held his dark gaze as I felt his other finger find that spot, that place he'd touched earlier. Using the wetness that now seeped not only down my thighs but onto his legs as well, he flicked that spot.
"Your clit's so hard. Come for me. I want to see when it takes you the first time."
"I don't know how," I cried out, shifting my hips, reaching, reaching in frustration.
"You don't need to know how. I'll give it to you." He shifted his fingers expertly, moved them deeper while his other finger pressed down on my...my clit. "Now," he commanded.
It happened. With his words, I went over - tumbling, plunging, falling from a peak I'd been climbing most of the day. My nipples tightened, my clit hummed, my inner walls milked his fingers and my ass clenched tightly around the cork. All of it combined had me screaming with a release that coated my skin in a sheen of sweat, had me begging Jake never to stop, to do whatever he wanted to me so I could feel this way forever.
Jake whispered gentle words as I came down from my pleasure. I dropped my head onto his shoulder and sucked in gulps of air. Slowly and ever so carefully, his fingers slid free from my body, accompanied by the loud sound of wetness.
We sat like that for awhile; I lost track of time, slumped at feeling delicio
usly replete. I could feel his cock, the huge member he'd pulled out of his pants and stroked last night, against my belly. It was hard and thick between us.
"That's fucking?" I asked in awe. That's what I'd been fearful of?
Jake shook his head and I felt the scratchy beginnings of a beard against my forehead. "Not even close. That was your reward for being such a good girl."
I preened. I couldn't help it. In only a day, I longed for his praise. "I'm...I'm sorry I was so contrary. Your ways are so different. I just want to please you."
Jake looked down at me with one eyebrow raised. "You want to please me now?"
I nodded.
"On your knees then." He pushed gently on my thighs so I slid off him onto the floor, my skirts a pool about me, his legs spread wide before me. I looked up at him from lowered lashes in question. What could I do to please him from here?
As he tugged at the placard of his pants, I could see my wetness and streaks of my virgin blood staining his pants, coating his fingers. He pulled his cock free. It was just as I remembered, long and thick, the large head red and weeping at the tip.