I knew it was wrong. Or was it?
No one had ever told me to hold on to this part of me. To keep it for marriage.
No, my family provided nothing but the idea this part of me didn’t exist. As though I was born different, that no many would want me but with Bors I finally understood how untrue that was.
He pressed forward, his body hard like his manhood that stretched me, and I gasped to catch my breath, gripping his massive biceps to tell him to go slowly, slowly.
He waited there, just like that, trembling over me until I was ready for more, then he gazed down at me with such true adoration in his eyes that I felt I might melt into a pool of nothingness. “This? What you are giving me…is the greatest honor of my life.” His words sounding as painful as what I felt between my legs.
The pressure increased and I felt my body stretch even further to accommodate him. His cock was thick and massive. Though I had no point of comparison, I had to wonder if other men were endowed as amply as he was. It seemed unlikely. Surely, I would have heard wedding night horror stories of cocks so big they split a woman in two.
“Are you okay, my angel? A little pain is good. But I don’t want you in agony.”
It did hurt, but in a way that gave me so much pleasure I could barely speak. I had no idea that pain could fuse into pleasure that way. “Please don’t stop…”
“I told you once already. I will never stop.” He seethed as his lips tightened against barred teeth. “This is where I want to be. Where I need to be.” With those words, he drove himself deeper inside me.
I felt resistance inside me and knew he felt it too, as he raised his face to me, giving me a smile.
“You’re going to bleed.” He whetted his lips and took a deep breath that made his abdominal muscles ripple and flex. “I want no apologies for making a mess of the sheets. Your maiden blood is gold to me.”
I knew so little of the world, but I trusted him completely to guide me through this. I was scared but exhilarated. I swallowed and gazed up at him. “Okay.”
“Good girl,” he said. He reached down, his cock still halfway inside me, and took my hands in his on either side of my head, our fingers interlaced and his face above mine. With one quick gesture, he flipped us over so that I was sitting on top of him with my knees on the mattress. “Take it slow. Don’t take your eyes off me. Got that?”
I nodded and felt the pressure increase. I breathed through the discomfort and slowly lowered myself further onto his thick, pulsing cock.
He arched his head back, making his Adam’s apple ripple, and growled with his tongue on the roof of his mouth. “Fuuuuuuck yes.”
Taking strength from his pleasure, as well as my own, I took a deep breath and lowered myself further, further, further. He gripped my hips hard and I watched his abdominal muscles tighten into a rippling board of eight rows.
Once again, I breathed hard, lowering myself just a little further, and he growled in response as I took him deeper. A quick sting of pain made me cry out, just for a second, before succumbing to the pleasure fully.
Whatever it had been inside me that was keeping him at bay finally gave way. As he entered me nearly to the base of his cock, I felt a hot rush of liquid spill from inside me and onto the two of us, and he plunged all the way into me, until we were one.
Everything inside me felt like it was exploding at once—the pleasure, oh, my sweet Lord, the pleasure—it caused me to grip him so hard that I felt him hiss. That pleasure was so intense I believed sincerely that I would faint.
Then just as soon as I began to get comfortable riding him, he flipped me again and slid all the way into me—as far as my body could take his massive cock. With every drive forward, bringing us together as one, I heard the squelching of my wetness as he stretched me.
Every pump made my eyes roll back into my head. I wanted desperately to close my eyes and be swept away—but he was what grounded me. He was what guided me. He stayed true to his word and, forcing my eyes to stay open and locked on his, I let him take me, show me, teach me.
His face was a study in raw tension. His eyes bore into me, his jaw locked and set as that vein I saw in his forehead earlier pulsed and bulged as if to burst and I wanted to tell it I understood how it felt.