It Started With Hello

Chap. 79

He moaned against her lips, pushing his tongue into her mouth, a deep, passionate plunge. She could taste herself on his lips; it was salty and spicy, an intoxicating flavor that made her even wetter, aching for him. Her nails dug down his back, tracing paths of fire, before moving down his boxers, pulling at the fabric, pushing them down his hips. He kicked them off his legs, the cloth falling to the floor. She could feel his hard cock pushing against her stomach, a thick, insistent pressure that made her wrap one leg around his hips, wanting him to push inside her.

"Wait, wait," he whispered, pulling away just slightly, making her sigh in frustration, her body yearning.
He climbed off the bed, walking over to his pants, his cock stood high and throbbing, a formidable presence in the dim light.

She couldn't help but watch his toned ass as he walked away. He dug around in his pants pocket before pulling out his wallet, opening it "What are you doing?" She bit her lip, hand running through her messy hair, a question escaping before she could stop it.

He pulled a condom out of his wallet before tossing it on the ground beside the bed. "Condom," he said simply, looking at her, a knowing smirk playing on his lips, while he bit into the pack, tearing it open, pulling out the large, rolled condom. He slid it on, his movements smooth and confident. This was her first time seeing his cock... well, anyone's cock, to be honest.

His was big, thick, and veiny; it was pretty intimidating. Just looking at it made her shift slightly on the bed, a thrill and a nervous tremor intertwining. She was busy wondering how that big thing was going to fit inside her while he walked back over to her, his shadow falling over her. She swallowed hard, leaning back onto the bed.

"That thing's gonna fit inside me?" she said before thinking, her cheeks turning bright red, mortified by her own bluntness.

He laughed, a low, rumbling sound, before climbing back on top of her. "Don't worry, it will definitely fit. It may hurt, though. I heard it hurts, so let me know if I need to slow down, or if you change your mind midway through, or if you want to stop. Really, let me know if you're uncomfortable, Emma..." he said, rambling on, his concern clear in his voice.

She grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him down into a searing kiss, cutting off his words. She muttered against his mouth softly, her voice husky, "Shut up and fuck me." He moaned softly at her breathless voice, the raw demand in it. He grabbed his cock, positioning it at her wet, ready opening, the head pressing gently against her "So bossy," he whispered, a hint of amusement in his tone, making her laugh nervously.

He licked his lips before slowly pushing inside, a slow, deliberate stretch that made her gasp, then moan in pain, her nails digging into his shoulders, seeking an anchor. It was painful, just like he said it would probably be. She closed her eyes tightly through the pain, a small tear rolling down her cheeks, betraying her raw vulnerability.

"Are you okay, Em? Do you want me to stop?" he asked, his voice strained with concern, his body rigid above her. She shook her head no, fiercely. Despite it being painful, she wanted him to continue. She didn't want him to stop; she wanted this, wanted him, with an intensity that surprised her.
"No, please, keep going." He nodded, his jaw tight, pushing inside a little more, slowly, carefully, kissing her lips softly, murmuring reassurances.

This continued for a few minutes, each small movement a testament to his patience, until the initial pain subsided, slowly, gradually, replaced by an extreme pleasure she had never felt before, a blossoming warmth that spread through her core.

He groaned and panted softly above her, his breath hot on her face, but kept his slow, steady pace, allowing her body to adjust, to embrace this new sensation. "Oh my god!" Her eyes closed tightly while her hips lifted for more, an instinctive reaction to the burgeoning ecstasy. Her legs shook, a delightful tremor, while he moved his face to the side of her neck, biting hard, trying to contain himself, to hold back his own rising climax "Shit, Emma!" he moaned loudly, his nails fisting into the sheets, pulling the fabric taut.

Sweat started to cover her body with each of his slow, deep thrusts inside, coating their skin in a slick sheen. "Go faster, Blake! Fuck!" The raw command burst from her lips, an unbidden plea, surprising even herself. He happily followed her command, thrusting in faster and harder, a powerful, rhythmic motion, making her screams echo the small room, lost in the swell of sound and sensation.

The mixture of pain and pleasure was something she never thought she would like, never imagined she would crave, but here she was, a panting, trembling mess underneath him, begging for more. Their sweaty skin slapped together repeatedly, a rhythmic, wet sound filling the room over the music. He sat back slightly, his eyes blazing, watching her breasts bounce up and down with each powerful thrust, making him groan, a deep, guttural sound of pure male pleasure "You're so beautiful, Emma." He leaned back down, kissing her sloppily, his mouth hot and demanding, pushing his tongue into her mouth.

Their tongues rolled over each other, a wild dance, while her nails dug down his back, leaving faint red marks. His cock was so deep inside her, filling her completely, she couldn't control herself. "Oh my god!" Her back arched, her pussy clenched and unclenched around his cock repeatedly, milking him with every contraction, bringing her closer to the edge. He panted heavier, speeding up faster, slamming inside with powerful, relentless thrusts.

"You're about to cum, baby! Fuck! Relax, baby, and let it happen." His voice was rough, urgent, coaching her to release. Her whole body shook, gasping for air as her pussy clenched tightly around him before cumming hard, a powerful, shuddering wave that made her scream, a long, primal cry of pure release. As she came around him, her muscles spasming tightly, he shot his load deep inside the condom, both of them shaking from the impact and aftershock, their bodies entwined and spent.

Afterwards, they both panted heavily, the only sounds the ragged breaths filling the quiet room. Blake's arms shook to hold himself up, propped above her. "I'll pull out now." He was completely out of breath as he pulled out, a warm, slick separation that made her shiver as he rolled to the spot beside her, his body heavy and warm. She rolled, facing him. He did the same, pushing the wet hair out of her face with a grin, his eyes shining in the dim candlelight "Wow," he whispered, eyes scanning over her face with a stupid, satisfied grin.

"Wow is right," she said, breathless, a soft laugh bubbling up.
He laughed, a genuine, joyful sound, laying his arm over his eyes, both of them basking in the aftermath.

(Mia note- Spicy spicy)