"It will," I reassure her, even though I doubted it too after seeing her tight hole.
I kiss her lips and grab my cock, no longer able to wait. When the tip of my sword enters her pussy, Bea moans and wraps it with her inner walls so tightly that I freeze, afraid that I will come any second.
After a moment, I shove deeper, inch by inch, and when I'm halfway in, I feel her body tense so much that I'm afraid to move.
"Tell me when you're ready," I say, kissing her neck and earlobe, trying to make her relax.
"You're not fully inside?" she asks in surprise, and I can hear uneasiness in her voice.
"No, my beauty, I'm not," I say regretfully, "but don't worry, I won't do anything you don't want me to." I cover her whole neck with kisses to distract her from the pain, even though I know it's inevitable.
She moves slightly, adjusting to me, then looks into my eyes and whispers, "I'm ready."
I enter deeper, slowly, pushing my dick inside her tight hole; it almost feels like her tiny pussy wants to push me out, but at the same time, her inner walls squeeze my dick so much as if asking me to stay inside forever.
She cries out, and I realize that I’ve finally reached the limit, and she's losing her virginity right now.
I press my lips to hers, swallowing her cries and going inside in one swift motion. It takes her a couple of seconds to stop protesting, and she finally starts to relax in my arms.
"I'm sorry, my beauty, I'm so sorry," I whisper into her mouth, unable to believe that I caused her pain again, only this time physical.
"Don't be," she whispers back right away. "I have been waiting for this moment all my life. I'm ready. Keep moving."
I love it when she gives me orders, especially things I’m already willing to do. I start moving slowly and then faster, pulling out almost in full and then pushing back in with more pressure.
Beatrice starts moving her hips and moaning into my mouth as we kiss. I feel a shiver down my spine, and my balls tighten up, waiting to release.
I get on my elbows and increase the speed. She cries out louder and grabs my ass with her hands, digging her nails into my skin.
I lick my thumb and place it onto her clit, urging her to come faster because I feel like I can't hold myself back any longer.
I've never come this fast. I thought it was only teenagers who couldn't control themselves. But here I am.
I start rubbing her clit with my thumb, increasing the speed, pulling in and pushing deeper and rougher with every thrust.
I feel a jolt down my spine and a shoot of my cum spreading into her pussy, ropes and ropes filling her hole. I stop moving as my dick starts to pulsate, which makes Beatrice lose her control and get her release as well.
We stay like that until the last drop of cum, until the last pulsation of her inner walls around my dick. And then I pull out gently and drop down next to her.
I can't believe what has just happened. I always thought that sex is just sex: it's pleasurable, fun, and an excellent way to relax after a hard day.
It's not. I mean, yes, it's pleasurable. Still, it can also be too intense, almost uncontrollable, swallowing you whole without giving you a chance to escape.
Because what has just happened wasn't sex. It was love. I've never made love before, which makes this intimacy so unique. It gives you never-before-seen pleasure; it fulfills you. It changes you.
"I love you," I say, and Bea opens her eyes and looks at me with a smile.
"I love you too," she whispers back; her cheeks are blushing, her body is still wet, and I can see tiny drops on her neck.
"You didn't answer me," I say seriously, and she raises an eyebrow in question. "Will you marry me?"
Had she already forgotten where it all started?
She laughs and leans closer, placing her head on my shoulder and looking at me from below.
"Of course, I will marry you," she says, still smiling, and when I want to respond, she doesn't let me, pressing her lips to mine.
EPILOGUE