It didn’t seem like he had any plans of doing that any time soon.
My brain was completely blank, my pulse quickening by the second. My muscles were contracted, and my legs were already trembling. Never had I felt so much pleasure coursing through me all at once before.
It was so good.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” My moans climbed higher and higher as I slammed my palm on the table after each expression. “Oh, my God, I’m gonna come.”
It wasn’t until I announced my arrival that he took his mouth off my clit.
“Fuccckkk!” I cried out.
I felt some kind of liquid slip through my pussy as the sweetest sensation I’d ever felt sprinted through me. I fell back on the table, shaking, trembling with my legs locked, eyes wide with pleasure.
My mouth was open, but no sound came forth. My face was twisted in ecstasy, my breathing ragged and heavy. I was shuddering, shaking like a wet duck.
He towered over me with a self-satisfied grin perched on his lips. He watched me have an orgasm and waited for the feeling to calm before reaching to touch me again.
I sat up, eyes flashing with insatiable hunger. “I’m ready,” I said, my voice laced with urgency and desperation. “Take me. Take me now.”
He sealed my lips with another kiss and carried me to the bed. There, he lay me down on my back and undressed me. I helped take off his pants, too, before he climbed on top of me.
While he devoured my lips, I reached down and began stroking his hard cock. I focused on the cap, my gentle touches smearing his pre-cum over it. After he let out a deep groan, I knew he enjoyed it. So, I continued.
The air was charged with something primal, mixed with the scent of my arousal and his cologne. He kissed me down the nape of my neck, then settled for a moment on my chest. He sucked my breasts and deliciously bit my nipples.
While doing that, his hand teased my thighs, roaming over my lower body.
“Slide it in,” I whispered in his face, eager to feel him inside me.
He positioned his cock outside my entrance and began stroking his cap along my folds. Then, gently, the slow penetration began.
The pain was unbearable at first as my tight pussy gave way to accommodate his cock. I locked my jaw, fingers digging into his arms in an attempt to hold still.
I could feel my pussy stretching out, my flesh tearing. Fuck, it was painful.
I moaned in agony.
“Shhh.” He caressed my face, his thumb brushing against my cheek. “I’ll be more gentle.”
This was a version of Artur Tarasov that I hadn’t seen before. Soft and considerate. He cared about how I felt and didn’t make this all about him. It was as though his main purpose was to please me. Not himself.
It felt really good to be thought of in that manner—especially coming from a man like him.
He didn’t rush it. Instead, he took his time to help my body adjust to having him inside. It took a while, but he was patient, sliding inch by inch.
At last, he was all in; my pussy had swallowed him whole. After a few careful thrusts, I began getting used to it, and the ratio of pain to pleasure was gradually changing. More pleasure. Less pain.
I raised my leg in the air, his hand caressing my skin as he sealed my lips with a slow, fervent kiss. I threw my arms around his neck, my waist bucking beneath him.
It didn’t take long before the pain vanished, replaced by nothing but pleasure. He started slowly and gradually built his tempo over time. He kissed me, sucked on my breasts, traced the curve of my body, and fucked me real good.
I felt like a woman. Alive.
I didn’t realize what I’d been missing out on until now.
“Harder,” I whimpered, holding his gaze. “Go harder. I can take it.”
His response was a mysterious grin.