I hold my arms above my head, back arched, while he undoes the ties of my bikini. First, the top falls to the tile floor, and Raoul is momentarily distracted by my bare breasts, plumping them with his hands and grazing my nipples with thumbs. Once they are pebbled and I’m breathing hard, he moves to the strings on my bottoms. In seconds, they’re gone too, and it’s my ass he’s squeezing now.
I’m not in denial that I’m curvier than most girls my age and height, and while I am sometime self-conscious about how big my tits are or the way my ass jiggles when I run, I want to sing my curve’s praises now, because Raoul worships them with a single-minded purpose.
We both move into the shower, washing the salt from each other’s skin and hair with lazy movements, spending more time kissing and caressing than anything else. Raoul spends an excessive amount of time licking and sucking my nipples as he holds me in place, rasping his stubbled jaw over the sensitive peaks before soothing the ache with his tongue again. It’s the first time he’s spent time on my breasts, and I’m surprised at how powerful the pleasure from it is. Each touch coils in my belly like a wire that’s connected straight to my core.
When I’m gasping for air, he relents, standing straight again and pulling me to him. His cock is an iron brand against my stomach, causing my pussy to clench in anticipation. I’m nervous, maybe even scared, but I want this. So, so much.
Once we’re clean, Raoul and I exit the showers, and he dries me with a soft, fluffy towel before I do the same for him. It gives me another chance to appreciate his body…long, muscled legs, broad chest dusted with black hair, chiseled abs and the thickest arms I’ve ever seen. He’s worth exploring, but he and I are both anxious for what comes next. I feel warm, limber, and ready.
Raoul leads me by the hand to the bedroom, motioning for me to sit. I do, and to my surprise, he lowers to his knees, brushing my wet hair from my shoulders and cupping my face in his hands. I’m quickly learning it’s what he does when he wants to be sincere, and it makes my heart squeeze in my chest.
“Tesorina, are you sure you want this? I–” he licks his lips and looks away, trying to find the right words. “I have no intention of letting you go. I’m not a strong enough man for that. But I still feel like I don't deserve this gift you’re prepared to give me.”
This time I cup his jaw with one of my hands too, and he nuzzles it, planting a kiss on my palm. “I want to give it to you,” I tell him, voice steady. “I’m ready.”
“Then I will make it everything you could ever dream of, Skye. I promise you.”
“I believe you,” I breathe.
Hooking one leg over his shoulder, Raoul kisses a line from the hollow of my ankle to the apex of my thighs. When he swipes his tongue over my slit, I shudder, but start to protest. I want to come with him inside of me.
“I have to ready you, love. Just relax,” he assures me.
Bracing myself with my hands behind me, I do as he says, letting the tension flow out of my body just as he begins to lick me. Raoul’s tongue dips and swirls into every inch of me before zeroing in on my clit. It feels so good, I’m afraid I’ll come before I can stop myself, the pleasure of it washing over me before settling into my core, winding tighter and tighter.
This time, though, I feel one of his fingers circling my channel, dipping in by slow degrees. It’s so tight, tighter than I thought it would be, and I hiss as he pushes the finger slowly inside. It doesn’t hurt, per se, but the pressure is unpleasant. He eases it by sucking on my clit, just the way I like, before he starts to add another finger.
“Raoul–” I warn him.
“Trust me,” he cuts me off.
Slowly, the second finger joins the first, until I’m fuller than I’ve ever been. The unpleasant feeling fades by slow degrees, just as he starts pumping them in and out in an imitation of what's to come. The fullness adds an entirely new degree to how good it all feels, and my legs start to shake uncontrollably.
I look down at the erotic sight, but I’m distracted by the fact he’s only two knuckles deep in me. I feel a shiver of trepidation, right before–
“I’m sorry, Skye,” he murmurs against my clit, sucking hard then just as he pushes his fingers in all the way and makes a scissoring motion inside of me, snapping something I didn’t even know was there.
I cry out in pain, the sensation like a needle jabbed into me, but Raoul gives it his all to erase the pain right away. He sucks and licks with abandon, fingers crooking inside me until the pain is overshadowed by a deep, unnamable pleasure unlike anything thus far. Hurt disappears, and only pleasure remains.
Once I start thrusting into him, Raoul pulls away, much to my displeasure. I know I want to come with him inside of me, but I wasso closethat I was ready to change my mind. I start to complain, but he crawls over me, kissing my mouth before the words can escape. I’m keyed up, ready to explode like a ticking time bomb, so this is no gentle, loving kiss, but a wordless declaration of my want and need for him. Right. Now.
Raoul’s self-control is admirable, but I can tell this is all getting to him, too. He’s as hard as steel against my leg, and every time he moves or shifts even slightly he sucks in a breath, sensitive beyond measure. Still, he’s slow with me, taking my wrists in his hands and pinning them above my head as he ravages my mouth and neck before dipping his head to my nipples again. It’s exquisite torture.
It’s all just a distraction, though, because slowly, Raoul has been positioning the thick, blunt head of his cock right outside the mouth of my pussy. I feel it part the lips just as Raoul takes one of my legs and wraps it around his waist.
Now, all the kisses and caresses have paused so we can look into each other’s eyes as he fills me up for the first time. Raoul’s eyes, usually amber-brown, are nearly black with lust.
“Just tell me if you want to stop,” he murmurs, his arms now on the bed next to my head so he can lean in close. It bends me nearly in half, but something tells me the angle might help ease what is to come.
Raoul pushes into me inch by inch, my inner walls spasming and resisting such a large intrusion. I feel myself stretching to accommodate him, but every time I think I’m about to fall into pain, I loosen just enough to take more and more of him. It’s so much, so intense, that I can barely breathe, yet he’s still not fully in.
Whimpering, I toss my head side to side. The stretching almost has me wanting to stop, but I can take it. For Raoul, I can take it.
Finally, after what feels like ages, he’s seated fully inside of me, his hips bumping against mine. His cock is all the way in my pussy. I’m stunned.
“I’m in you,Tesorina,” he rasps in my ear, “A part of you,”
My body is telling me that I need something, but it’s all so new to me. “I think I need you to move now,” I tell him, hands gripping his shoulders so hard I’m afraid it will leave marks.