I knew then that I had to feel that cock inside me.
I have never done it, but I could imagine how it would be like. Being touched from his strong big hands, feeling his face pressing against my neck, and…oh, the mere thought of his body nestled into mine made me throb down there. It was time for this bath to end.
As I stood and reached for a towel, I stepped on the soap in the bottom of the tub. I shrieked as I put one hand against the wall to regain my balance. I paused a moment, then took the towel from the hook. I heard his voice as he rushed through the door. “Do you need help?” He stopped and stared.
I clutched the towel, but did not try to cover myself. Nor did he turn away.
We stared for a moment. “God. You are absolutely beautiful,” he said.
I stretched my arms toward him. Every part of my body was screaming for him. I was a virgin, but did not care. All I wanted was to be in his arms, to know what I had been imagining. “Come here, please” I whispered.
In seemed to glide to me in an instant, and embraced me. He lifted me, still wet, from the tub.
“Caroline” he sighed. My nipples touched his shirt. I pressed my hips against him and I could feel his hardness there. His lips searched for my mouth, and he caressed my back. I parted my lips and invited his tongue, and I pushed my tongue firmly under his. It was my first kiss, yes, and I did not wanted to behave like a terrified maiden. This man was a miracle.
I became wetter as he probed his tongue again and again. His right hand came up to my breasts and lifted it, then cupped it and gently pinched my nipple. He broke our kiss to move down and kiss and lick the nipple.
“Please,” I whispered again. He bent over, and with his right arm under behind my knees, lifted me.
He carried me into his bedroom. He leaned in to kiss me again as he walked.
He tossed me on the bed. The room was lit only by a small lamp. I could feel the softness of fur blankets under my damp skin. He looked at me, then began unbuttoning his shirt. I spread my legs. I wanted him. He reached down and rubbed his hands gently up the inside of my thigh to my slit. He kept caressing my sex for a moment; I let out a small moan. He smiled, then began to remove his pants.
I could finally admire his beautiful body. My gaze wandered across his large shoulders, his chest, his abdomens, his long muscular legs and thighs…then, biting my lips and taking a deep breath, I watched his cock for the first time. It was springing from its nest of dark hair, toward me…so strong, so full of life. Totally different from the disgusting thief’s member. The manhood I was observing some hours after that bad encounter did not belong to a drunken rapist, it belonged to a kind, handsome man who did not want “to punish” me. Everything in Guillaume was elegant, even his throbbing, stiff sex. At the base of it, on his left groin, I noticed a small star shaped mole.
I became bolder. I pulled him on top of me, kissing him on his golden skin and caressing his strong muscles of his back, his shoulders; I could not believe the strength of his desire. His hardness was pushing against my navel. He touched my left breast this time, then raised himself up to fondle both breasts at once. I closed my eyes and opened my legs more. His left hand went between them, traced hot lines on my thighs, then slid slowly upwards…and caressed my heat.
“Oh God, you’re amazing” he moaned on my lips. “I must have you now.”
I opened my eyes and stared at him. My heart was racing. My sex was tingling, begging. I knew he could see my fear behind my yearning. I could read fire, control and respect on his face. I put my hands around his neck. He slipped a knee between my thighs. I was now completely opened, exposed. I loved it.
I felt the tip of his hardness on my labia, caressing me. Then, he found my opening and began to gently ease inside me, so delicately and insistently at the same time. His eyes held mine.
His cock found my hymen. He stopped. “Are you new to this, Caroline?” he asked, with an astonished look.
“Yes,” I said. He paused, but I pulled his face towards me and kissed him again. “Take me,” I pleaded. He smiled. He pulled his cock back slightly and rubbed gently in small strokes. Then, with a firm thrust, he broke my barrier and rested inside me. I could hear him panting, tiny droplets of sweats falling from his skin onto mine. I fell stretched, full.
I put my legs around him, clenching my teeth. My pulsating inner walls got slowly used to him, thanks to his kisses. All of a sudden, I felt a wave of pleasure hit me and I nearly screamed. He thrust deeper and deeper inside me, with growing intensity, making me feel possessed yet not used.
I was being loved by his entire body, and God only knows how much I needed it.
Our lips pressed together. He wrapped his arms under me. His hard cock was buried inside me now, and he slid up my body so that the top of his cock was rubbing my clit and the top of my vagina. “Ahh, ohh God, yes,” I started moaning, as his hands pulled my hips upward.
He nibbled on my neck and earlobes then devoured my mouth once again. The waves of pleasure started to encircle me, sending sparks from my throbbing channel all over my body as he rotated his hips and growled into my ear.
Then, it happened. “AAAAAAAAAH!” I screamed, both in pleasure and shock, climaxing around his cock. My whole body convulsed, yet he didn’t stop. Finally he slowed his pace. As I recovered, I opened my eyes and saw him smile.
I stared back at him, lost in my aftershocks, not able to say a word while he withdrew. Why? Where was he going? He was still hard, and suddenly I was empty.
He kneeled on the bed and lifted my legs so my knees were bent and my feet pressed against his chest, and he entered me again with a quick thrust. “Ohh, yes,” he said huskily. I could feel him completely now. I so wanted to touch him, but I couldn’t reach him, and this made my arousal grow.
His hands were trembling as he lifted my hips to meet his thrusts. I started moaning and writhing on the bed, shaking my head from left to right. “Guillaume, ohh my God, please fuck me,” I shouted. With my feet still resting on his chest and my knees bent and spread widely, he suckled on my toes while driving again and again inside my extremely wet slit, quicker, harder. I felt completely dizzy. All I could feel were his moans, my sighs and the wet slaps of our bodies.
Abruptly, he lifted me. “Wrap your legs around me,” he whispered. I complied. What else did he have in mind? He pinned me against the cold wall. “Hold me tight, Caroline.”
“OHH God,” I sighed. I devoured his mouth and gripped his shoulders. His strokes were once again languid. I knew he didn’t want it to end. Yet I felt his cock pulse and grow bigger.
“Mmm, ohhh, uhh,” I moaned. His pace quickened. “I…need…you…I…need…this,” he whispered with almost no breath, in rhythm with his thrust. I arched my hips. “Ohh, please, Guillaume, come inside me,” I moaned back without even thinking about the possible consequences. He buried his face in my hair. “Are you sure?” “Yes, ohh yes.”
I felt his finger dig into my ass as my walls sucked him with vigour. His tempo increased. “OHHH YES,” he moaned. “UHHH.” His cock swelled. “Caroline, OHHH!”. With one last push of his hips I felt the first jolt of seed inside me. He kept thrusting, so much desire so long contained, and finally he slowed and stopped. He looked at me, and we kissed. Sweat was all over us. We lay together for a few moments.
He gently withdrew from me. “Come here, Caroline. I’m not done with you yet,” he said.
He kissed me hard, with a new sense of intimacy, now that we have become lovers. I hungrily returned the kiss. As he was leaning under to kiss my neck, his left hand found my wet pussy and he inserted one finger into my heat, then another.
I held my breath; breathtaking pleasure was rippling through my body like a stream. I moaned as his thumb brushed against my clitoris and forced his fingers deeper, my juices dripping on them. My whole body tensed, and I began to push my hips up against his thrusts. He sucked on my earlobe, then headed downward until he met my breasts. He feasted on them, biting and licking. “Oh God,” I repeated over and over, moaning, shivering, as he increased the pace, his fingers thrusting inside me, the friction of his thumb making me shiver with lust.
“Ohhh, Guillaume, ohhh” I screamed, as he brought me to the edge with his experienced fingers.
“Come for me one more time, Caroline,” he whispered in my ear. His words sent a huge wave of pleasure that shook me from head to toe, and I climaxed, squeezing his fingers with my throbbing walls and lifting my buttocks off the bed.
Then I collapsed, sweaty and gasping for air, totally lost in my own sensations. Through the blur I saw him smile.
He ran his tongue over my breasts and licked first one, then the other. He looked up, and we stared at each other. I lost myself in his blue eyes and his smile.
He moved up and kissed me, put his arms around my back and pressed himself against me. We drifted off to sleep.
(To be continued…)
Leave a Reply