His fingers had parted her petals making way for his tongue to have a nice lingering lick along her moist pink snatch. He felt her fingers grip tighter on his shoulders and she swayed uncontrollably on her legs.
“Please, Damon…” she gasped.
He had just wanted a taste of his angel though.
He kissed her belly and above her snatch and around her inner thighs. He gave the triangle of hair a light kiss before standing back up. Their mouths pressed for seemingly the hundredth time. Clara was keenly aware of her nakedness. She had never been completely nude before a man before. She felt his hands kneading her butt cheeks uninhibited by any pieces of clothing now. And when he pressed up against her, she not only felt the throbbing staff in his pants pressed upon her lower belly, she could feel its heat. She could only imagine how hot it would feel…no, she knew wouldn’t have to imagine much longer. just thinking of that inevitability made her head spin.
He had composed himself again, breathing more steadily now that he had stripped her of her clothes and had a sample of her. He stepped back to look at her, holding her chin in his thumb and index finger. Clara was just as beautiful as ever, maybe even more so now that he was looking at her with a clear mind. There was still some fear and hesitancy in her eyes but she seemed accepting of the moment. It was just the two of them now, working towards the moment.
“I won’t keep you waiting, then,” Damon said.
Clara took a deep breath as he unzipped his jeans. She watched him as he bent over to pull them off of his feet, trying to keep her eyes away from his crotch. But as he stood, she was drawn to his white briefs and the large piece tent poling the material. She slowly shook her head and looked up at him, “I…I can’t…”
“Shhhh,” Damon said and nodded, “You can. You will.”
He slipped off the briefs. His dark reddish brown penis was erect and imposing, hard and hungry. Clara looked up, past the ceiling, past the stars to the heavens. Closing her eyes, she felt Damon lower her down onto her bed. The bed creaked softly as he lay down beside her. He kissed her, gently this time as his hand stroked up and down her chest and belly, a couple of times fluffing the hairs at her crotch.
He rolled up in between her legs and propped them up, sliding his hand down the length of each one, enjoying their length and smoothness, before lowering himself onto her. She gasped when she felt him nuzzle the head of his penis against her slit. Her hands moved aimlessly, from her hair, to his shoulders, to his waist. She didn’t know where to place them as he shifted over her.
Even worse, she didn’t know where to look. Her eyes darted around the room, to his face, then above her to the headboard.
“Look at me, Clara,” Damon said to her. Finally she fixed her gaze upon him.
Damon looked long into her eyes, seeing past the confused and worried stare, their faces an inch apart. The first thing he thought about as he lay on top of her was how soft and smooth she was. He was also now bathed in her scent, never be able to wash it off of him. He placed a hand over the top of her head and spoke softly, “Okay?”
Clara remembered growing up how, even in her own conservative church, there would be so many young men and women losing their virginity before they were married, submitting to their inner desires. She was only 24 now but it seemed an unimaginable feat to have stayed true to herself for so long. And the irony was at this moment, even with Damon’s lustful staff ready to breach her soft, warm hole, he seemingly was giving her the option of remaining that way.
Clara never felt such intensity in her heart before. It beckoned to her, telling her to ignore every other thought in her head. It told her to choose a path and to not turn back.
“Yes,” the impossible word escaped her lips in a dry breath. Her next breath would be an unintelligible moan.
With a gentle nudge he penetrated her. The solid dome of his cock spread her lips apart. The rest of his thick, hot staff followed into her wet and warm hole.
“Ahhhhhnnn,” she cried out as she took in each inch slowly. She closed her eyes tight but her mouth was wide open, gasping and moaning. She felt a rough, burning pain in her groin.
“Gently. Yeah,” he said, his own voice beginning to tremble as he indulged in the wondrous sensations of a virgin pussy.
Clara was tight and it seemed like forever as he entered her. The truth was, he was taking his time savouring the moment, the culmination of all his efforts this evening. After the first few inches, her snatch seemed to clench, the nerves in the lips drawing him in, but it was still a slow and steady penetration. She felt every inch slip in. He held her head down as she arched her back feeling his hungry cock sink in. He was thinking she might not be able to take him all in. But his face continued to move closer to hers sweat dripping from his brow as he tried to remain calm, breathing through his nose, both of them now trembling.
Then he felt his crotch press up against hers. It was the sweetest feeling, his head pressing to the hilt, his entire cock wrapped inside of Clara’s fine and delicate snatch. He held it there, staying fully inside of her for the moment and they kissed.
Clara felt him throb inside of her, feel the surge of lustful energy with each pulse. The sensation of someone else being inside her was overwhelming. The pain was there but it was dampened by the illicit excitement that swelled within her. She kissed him, wetting her dry lips with his saliva.
Then Damon started to pull out. She groaned, her hips arching and writhing beneath him.
He withdrew more quickly than he had penetrated and while to him it felt like heaven, the burning pain seared through her. He was almost completely out of her when he looked down at her and said, “I’m sorry Clara.”
He slammed his cock into her, driving right up to her hilt in an instant.
“Huhhhn!!!” Clara gasped, her eyes rolling up into her head.
Damon had been gentle long enough. He had to take her now. The side of him that wanted to fuck this sweet angel hard emerged and Clara now felt its wrath as he pumped his cock in and out.
“Damon! Ahhn!” she cried out as she scratched his back with her nails.
There was no answer, just the guttural grunts of a man in overheated lust. He thrust his cock into her like a javelin into the sand over and over, rubbing her raw and dry. He rolled his stomach, clenched his buttocks, as he pounded into her. His strokes were long and furious. Clara felt a small rush of moisture stream from within her. She lubricated him.
“Jesus Christ, Clara!” he managed to groan, delirious with excitement. He ground his hips into her stimulating more juices from her.
Clara wrapped her legs clutched tight against his side. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she matched his bodies movements.
“Ahn! Ahn! Ahn!” she called out with each thrust, tossing her head back against her pillow as she did so.
Damon was working her to perfection. He never dreamed how good she could feel and the fact that he almost never got to this moment at all made it all the more sweeter. The demure and tender Clara always had a seemingly impenetrable wall of beliefs impervious to any advances. Now she was under him, taking every inch of him inside of her, grasping at him, calling his name in agony and in delicious ecstasy as he fucked her for her very first time.
For Clara, even as she was being banged into her own bed, a scenario she would have never thought would happen when she accepted the date, she knew a time of reckoning would come, when she would have to face the decisions she made tonight. She would never forget this moment and she strongly doubted she would be able to forgive herself.
And at this very moment, she didn’t care.
As he slid in and out, taking all he could from her, she had few thoughts in her mind other than the rapturous assault occurring on her body here and now. The passion and determination she always had admired in Damon was now focused on her and in her.
Damon was dripping sweat now, their bodies sliding along the fluids emanating from one another. Both of their faces shined and glowed from the slick passion that exuded between the two of them.
“Come on, Clara! Come on!” he grunted as he slipped his hand under her legs. He slowed his strokes as he pulled himself to his knees and lifted her legs straight up in the air, resting her calves on his shoulders. From the rising position he leaned forward, pressing her legs towards her face.
“Uhn! Damon! Ahh!” she cried out, a new pain emerging as he folded her forward, exposing her snatch fully and allowing unimpeded thrusts from his slicked cock.
“Take it Clara! Huhn! Huhn! Yeah!” he urged her on. He panted, trying to wet his dry lips and throat. Pushing up against her ass he rolled her up further. His crotch slammed into her hoisted rump, slaps from moist flesh ringing out then being lost in the basement walls. “You’re so…huhn…good. Uhn…God you’re so good, Clara!”
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