I rest my head back on the covers and stare up at the ceiling. I came. My fingers dip between my legs, amazed at how wet it is down there. I came with a guy. And I sucked his dick. And I liked it.
When he had his fingers inside me, it hurt. I thought for sure he’d know. I thought for sure there’d be blood or something to give away my secret. But he didn’t. He just kept going.
I’m smiling when Nolan returns, rolling the condom over his still fully-erect cock.
He bounces on the bed next to me, lying back and patting his stomach. “Climb on, Ivy. Face me this time so I can squeeze your tits and slap your ass at the same time.”
Jesus.
But it surprises me how happy he seems. All the walls he had earlier are down.
Is that all it takes to get a man to open up to you? Sex?
“Come on, baby. I’m ready to go again.” He pulls me towards him, and when I swing my leg over his middle, he slaps my ass hard and says, “Hurry. I need to be inside you.”
This is when I get nervous. A finger or two is not that giant cock I just had in my mouth. “I like it slow, remember?”
“I’m OK with slow.” And then he winks. “At first.”
Oh, God. All my bravery is gone. I’m really going to let him put his dick in me.
And it’s going to hurt, hurt, hurt. Just like those girls said on that forum.
I hover over him, hesitant. And just as I’m about to tell him maybe this isn’t a good idea, he says, “Wait.”
“Wait?”
“Yeah, hold on.” His fingers slide between my legs, pushing into my pussy. “Let me get you good and wet.”
Oh, yeah. I’ve read about lube. We’re not using lube, but I’m slick down there.
“Fuck, Ivy.”
“What? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” He laughs. “Nothing at all. You’re just so goddamned wet. I want to lick your pussy so bad.”
“We can do that instead,” I say, hopeful.
“Fuck that. We can do that all night. Right now, all I want is for you to push yourself down on my cock and let me fuck you—”
“Slow,” I remind him.
“Right. We can do it slow.”
I take a deep breath and ease myself down. He guides the tip of his dick into my opening, pushing against my folds.
It fucking hurts! Those girls were right. It fucking hurts!
“Relax,” Nolan says. “Why are you so tense?” He massages my shoulders for a second and I try to relax. I think I read once that tensing up makes pain worse. But that was for like, a broken ankle or something. Not losing your virginity.
“That’s better,” he says. “And I get it, you like it slow. But not too slow, right?”
He likes it fast and hard. He’s said this a few times already. So I smile and say. “Not too slow.”
“Good,” he says, like he really means it.
I don’t want to disappoint him or make him suspicious. So I ease down a little more. It’s feels like my vagina is being ripped open. But I bite back the moan of pain and bury my head in his shoulder.
Nolan responds by wrapping his arms around me and moving his hips in a gentle sideways motion.
It feels good. The pain recedes, and the way he’s moving makes me arch my back. Somehow, he’s hitting my clit.
“Do you like that?” Nolan asks when a soft moan fills the room.
“Yes.” I don’t even recognize my voice. My mind is filled with the pleasure.
I ease my hips down a little more, sinking over his cock. Covering him, like the girl described in her post. I feel in control. Like I’m the one calling the shots.
“Move your hips with mine, Ivy. Yeah,” he says, when I respond. “Like that. You’re driving me fucking crazy with this slow stuff.”
But I like it. It’s perfect. I’m used to his thickness now. The stretching feeling is going away. I’m actually enjoying myself.
“I’d like to flip you over, Ivy. Push your face into the mattress. I’d pound you hard. I’d pull your fucking hair so hard, pull your head so far back, you’d have to look me in the eyes as my other hand wrapped around your throat. I’d kiss your mouth as I made you come all over my dick.”
I can feel my next orgasm building. I’m bewildered by all of this. The way he’s talking to me. What he’s doing to me. It’s everything I thought it’d be. He is everything in bed. Everything a girl wants.
“Come, Ivy. Come right now.”
I do. I come. I come and he holds me close, makes me feel so close to him. I bite his shoulder as the wave of pleasure makes me shudder. And I wait for him to do the same. But he doesn’t. He doesn’t stop, his hips never stop that motion. And before I know it, he’s thrusting up against me. I realize then that he wasn’t fully inside me… but he is now.
I scream from the pain, and all Nolan hears is the pleasure of my orgasm. Because he breathes hard in my ear, saying, “Yes, yes, yes,” over and over again. And then he stops. “My turn, Ivy. My way now.”
He rolls us over, his crushing weight pushing me into the bed, but all I’m thinking about is the relief of not having him pounding his dick into me.
A second later I’m face down on the mattress, his chest pushing hard against my back. His mouth on the back of my neck. “Now you’ll see how I do it. None of that soft shit, Ivy. I like it hard. And when I’m done, you’ll like it hard too.”
He grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back. just the way he told me he would.
He pulls hard, making me look up at the ceiling. I concentrate on it as he thrusts his dick back into my pussy.
I scream again, the pain shooting through my body.
“Fuck, yes,” Nolan says, his face hovering over mine now. Hiding the view of the ceiling. “Scream, Ivy. I like the way you scream.”
He fucks me.
Hard. And when he’s ready, he pulls out, rips the condom off, flips me over, and says, “Open your fucking mouth.”
I do it automatically. Like I’m under some kind of spell. And then he comes all over my face, my tongue, my hair.