Page 5 of Unwanted Vows
She nods, her cheeks flushed. She squirms her hips a little, seemingly unconsciously, and I have to restrain myself from abandoning this conversation in favor of more exciting activities.
“I just need you to show me what you like,” she tries again, sounding a little more confident.
I open my mouth, then shut it. I’ve never been with a virgin. I don’t usually have the patience to pander to these kinds of things. I’ve tried once or twice to be sweet with women during sex, but my desire just doesn’t work like that, I’ve found.
“Maddy, you have no idea the gift you are giving me. I like you,” I say to her in what I hope is a reassuring way. “And I’ll be gentle, I’ll try not to hurt you.”
I ease my way inside her, slow and gentle, teasing us both with sensation. At first, she just holds still, almost as if she’s in shock. I stop and begin to slowly pull out.
“Are you sure about this Maddy? You don’t really know me.” It takes everything in me not to slam back in, the way she’s looking at me…, my chest tightens as her hand finds the lines of my jaw.
“Take me Andrew, I want you to be my first…” she smiles weakly then continues, “make me yours”.
Then she tilts her pelvis to me, inviting, coaxing. ‘Fuck’...she’s going to be the end of me, she will bring out a side of me I have been trying to bury. A sleeping monster.
“Fuck…, Maddy, you’re beautiful,” I hiss as I slowly ease back into her tight silky folds.
I had expected this to be painful for her, but she seems to be fine now that she’s recovered from the first little bit of surprise.
I begin this more primal kind of dance, slowly plunging in, pulling back.
“Is this right?” she asks, tilting her hips upward, her tone full of concern.
“Yes baby, just like that,” I tell her through gritted teeth, trying to hold myself back. “That’s right. Like that.”
She utters a little gasp as I lift her and help her find a better angle. She’s catching on quickly, and my control is fraying farther and farther by the second. She’s incredibly tight, and incredibly transparent in her desire, and the effect is like an aphrodisiac for me.
She wraps her legs around me as if by instinct, holding me in position as she increases our pace. I start driving into her harder, vaguely aware that the headboard of the bed is slamming against the wall in cadence with our strokes. She reaches up and grabs onto it, arching her back with the intensity of her pleasure.
“Harder,” she orders me and I look down at her to see her breasts bouncing, her lips swollen from my rough kisses earlier. Suddenly, being inside of her isn’t enough. I want to possess more of her. I reach down and wrap my hand around her slender throat, pressing her gently toward the mattress beneath her, holding her still as I increase the tempo of my thrusts.
“Just say stop if you need me to” I promise her, willing myself to slow down, but finding that my control has slipped too far for that. Some small corner of my brain hopes that I’m not scaring her or hurting her, but when I look down, she’s smiling, her eyes closed as she pants with pleasure.
I’m being far more rough with her than I had intended when we had started down this road, but she seems to be loving being pinned beneath me and battered by my cock. She closes her eyes and reaches up to wrap her slim fingers around the hand I’ve clamped around her throat, holding onto me as she lifts her hips to meet mine over and over again. Something about her total submission, her complete surrender, is as intoxicating as a drug to me.
“Who does this pussy belong to?” I growl at her, feeling her clenching around me as she gets close to the edge. When she doesn’t reply right away, I squeeze my fingers ever so slightly in warning and stop thrusting inside of her. I look down at her and say, “Tell me.”
Her eyes open for just a moment, catching my fierce gaze, and she smiles softly at me before. “It belongs to you,” she says in a husky voice.
“Good girl,” I praise her, softening my grip, and driving into her again. “That’s my good girl.”
She’s practically keening with pleasure now, her hair a wild tangle around her head on the pillows beneath her. Her hands are roaming my back, I feel the bite of her nails on my skin as she tips closer and closer to the edge.
“That’s it baby, mark me, I’m yours too, cum for me Maddy.”
With that, she screams “Oh my god, ohhhh Andrew” as her orgasm washes over her, and I feel her gasping cries beneath the fingers wrapped around her throat as well as hearing them. The sounds of her pleasure yanks me over the edge with her, and I spill myself inside of her, my forearms shaking as I hold myself above her. I have just enough presence of mind to collapse beside her, not on top of her.
“Oh!” she exclaims, brushing my hair back from my face. “Is it always like that?”
“Not always” I say. “It’s different every time. I usually do it right, though.”
She begins to laugh. “My first time. So, nothing to compare it to. But it sure felt,” she whispers her eyes finding mine, “it felt spectacular.”
“You did say that,” I say to her idly, still trying to catch my breath.
“You didn’t believe me?” she asks curiously.
I shrug. “Most women your age aren’t virgins.” I reach for her hand and kiss the back of it gently, keeping my eyes on hers.