“Fuck!” I can’t help but break the kiss and curse into his mouth, desperately grabbing onto his shoulder to hold myself steady. In the dim light, I can see the sinister smile spread across his face.
“That’s it, Mia baby… Come for me.”
When the shivers subside, he pulls his fingers from me, and I fall limp against the bed. He kisses my cheek, my neck, my shoulder, gearing me up for what’s to come. I swallow deeply, and he drops his body against mine. I can feel his dick against my thigh while he kisses, caresses, and squeezes my body. I let my hands roam, holding him against me while I slide my hands down his back, feeling every muscle jump with his movement, and finally squeezing his buttocks. They’re firm, rounded and so fucking sexy. With a smile, he looks at me and kisses me again.
“You ready?” he whispers into my ear, and I groan in response.
“Yeees, Antonio, please!”
He smiles at my desperate plea and leans over to take a condom I hadn’t even seen him put on the side table. He rips the foil with his teeth, standing on his knees between my legs. I watch with curiosity as he rolls the thin plastic down and pulls at the tip before dropping onto his arms again to kiss me tenderly. Without waiting another second, he takes a hold of his solid member and positions the bulging head between my soaking wet folds. He slides it up and down a few times, spreading the moisture and working himself deeper until he’s ready. I wrap my legs around his thighs, bracing myself. Finally, mercifully, he pushes into me.
“Ah,” I struggle.
“Just relax, baby,” he whispers into my ear and kisses my neck while he continues pressing deeper and deeper into me.
“Ow!” I let out, a sharp pain burning inside. I feel full, pushed open, invaded. It’s the most awkward, yet the most sensational feeling I’ve ever experienced. When he’s finally all in, so deep in that I feel tears pooling in my eyes, he releases and pulls slowly back. My body eases its tension and I release a shaky breath. I take the instinctive cue and consciously relax each of my limbs one by one, letting the pain sear inside.
“Fuck, Mia. You’re so tight!” Antonio struggles in his movements.
“I’m sorry,” I can’t help but apologize, thinking that it’s hurting him too, but he starts chuckling into my neck.
“It’s fucking fantastic, mia cara.” He groans and starts to push back in.
My body tenses again, but I feel Antonio run a hand down my thigh, soothing me, calming me, so I let myself relax. Almost immediately, the pain starts to subside, becoming duller as he pushes in and pulls out. I realize that the worst is over and allow myself to feel the pleasure. Antonio picks up the pace, grabbing hold of my ass cheek and kissing me as he fucks me, sensually, smoothly, steadily.
Slowly he moves in a way that makes me feel like my virginity is not taken for granted, it’s a gift for him. I’m reaching a place where pleasure and his presence overcome me. The feeling is unjustified in all the books I’ve read. It’s indescribable, undeniable! He moves in tandem to my needs, our mouths interlocking, sharing our breaths as we do every inch of our souls, even if it is just for this brief moment in time.
“Oh, God!” I let out, unable to process just how good I’m feeling. The sensations inside me are hot, squeezing, sliding, pushing. It feels so fucking good, I can’t believe I waited this long to do it. Okay—minor mental note—I’m fucking happy I waited this long. There’s no way Chad or anyone else could have made me feel the way Antonio is right now. I hold onto his arms, gripping his bulky biceps for stability.
“Christ, Mia,” Antonio breathes into my mouth and kisses me hard, picking up the pace of his movements. My legs hold onto his thighs and pull me up against him, begging for more. He takes the hint, puts both elbows on either side of my head, and lets his body do the rest. Speeding up, applying more pressure, I can feel his hip bones against my thighs.
“Oh, fuck, yes!” I feel that same burning, desperate feeling build deep inside of me, only it’s so much more than before. Every single muscle in my body tenses as I squeeze my eyes shut and see sparks behind my eyelids. “Fuck! Antonio!”
“Aaah, Mia!” He can’t help it any longer. Just as my climax reaches its pinnacle, he jerks and comes into me. Pressing himself against me, he holds us there, throbbing, panting, and releasing.
We stay still, breathing heavily into each other. Antonio chuckles and kisses my mouth. “Sorry, baby, with a pussy as tight as yours I can’t help but blow my load too soon.”
I chuckle in response. “That was…fuck.” I can’t find the words. He starts to pull out of me, and I flinch, realizing the pain never completely subsided. When he’s out, he flops onto the bed beside me, sighing in absolute contentment.
My body is mine again. I stretch my limbs, feeling pain everywhere. How is that even possible? I’ve worked out before, surely it’s a similar thing? Apparently not, I think, because I’m sore, but in such a good way. My body is tired, so I lie next to him, putting my head onto his chest and curling up beside him. He folds his arm around my back and kisses my head.
* * *
I fell asleep,cradled in his arm. Aside from the sex, I didn’t even think about this part. About the aftermath and what he would have normally done, left immediately after, perhaps?
But he didn’t. He stayed, drifting in and out of sleep beside me, stretched out on his back with his arm behind his head and his legs extended. This bed has never felt so full, so warm, or so comfortable.
In the middle of the night, at some point, I feel him move. I put my head onto my own pillow and moan in protest as he stands up. With one eye open, I watch him disappear into the bathroom and hear him sigh contentedly as he relieves himself. When he returns I pull him back to me, back against my skin. He comes gladly, sliding his hand down my naked body, over my hip, and down my thigh. We’re both half asleep, tired and limp, but the more we touch each other, the more awake I feel. I start to kiss his skin, his shoulder, his chest, his neck. Against my thigh, his dick starts to harden. Without a word, he lifts my body onto his and I spread out, comfortably laying my whole body against his and start kissing his mouth. In the dark, in the quiet of the night, I lift myself up and straddle him again. He helps me along, holding my ass and positioning himself so I can slowly, steadily, slide onto his dick. It’s painful, and I flinch more than once, but it’s wet, it’s slippery, and eventually, I’m moving myself against him in ways I never thought a woman was supposed to. It’s raw sexual need, aggressive but sleepy. When we climax together it’s with my mouth plastered over his, moving my hips, grinding against him. I feel so good, so empowered.
It dawns on me that not only have I lost my virginity, but I’ve also lost my anxiety. Here I am, fully naked, gyrating against the hard muscled body of the villain that broke into my house so many nights ago. I feel freed; I feel as though he didn’t kidnap me, but rather saved me. Brought me here and taught me how to be a woman, how to take my own pleasure from a man beneath me. Confidence in my strong womanhood puts a smile on my face as I drift to sleep again, my back to Antonio’s chest.