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With the same intensity, I meet Zain's passion stroke for stroke, tangling our tongues, letting him know I'm with him through it all.
Through his hot, completely sense-rattling kisses, his hands caress my breasts and squeeze them softly, the unfamiliar sensations making my knees buckle. I feel him press himself deeper into me, pushing the long thick length of him against me.
In one swift move, his hands leave my breasts and ran around my torso until he reaches my butt, lifting me off my feet. I circle my legs above his waist. Never breaking the kiss, he carries me to the bedroom.
Once there, he sets me down in the middle of the room, and quite too quickly holds onto my collar, never letting go of my lips. In two seconds, all the buttons of my blouse came clicking to the floor, baring my breasts to the delicious cold of the air swirling inside the room.
Reluctantly, he lets go of my lips as his hands lift my breasts. His head lowers, and a moan escapes my mouth when his mouth wraps around my nipple. He uses his tongue and his teeth, licking, nipping, and sucking me strong and deep until my tits feel tender and so damn sensitive.
He continues his sensual ministrations of my nipples, and I arch my chest further and further. Wanting more, needing more...
Zain reaches for the hem of my skirt and rolls it up whiles his tongue works its magic on my breast. His hand trails my innermost thighs, caressing the area until it reaches the covering of my most feminine feature.
He shifts the lacy material to one side, his hands rubbing on my swathe of nerves. He takes his time, his fingers teasing my opening but never really penetrating. It causes anticipation to coil so tight inside my core that I buckle my hips in frustration.
“Don't. Please don't tease me, Zain?”
“Hmm, is that what I'm doing?” His voice teases me as well, the sexy timbre vibrating my nipple and making me shudder at the delightful sensation. Two of his fingers press more firmly against my sex. “Tell me, is this what you want?”
He is watching me from below my chest, glimmering with desire. I nod my head vigorously, my throat too tight with nerves. “Words, Emma. Words.”
“Please. Please.”
Both of his fingers slip into my weeping sex at once. it results in an eclectic mix of pain and pleasure, and my breathing grows shallow, my body fighting against the invasion. His fingers get stuck halfway through me. He stiffens, seemingly shocked by my tightness.
That shock is written on his face as he glances up at me. I immediately close my eyes to wade off his stare, my face burning bright from embarrassment. At my age, I'm still a virgin and I feel very self-conscious. What if he wants someone more experienced?
My fear that he is going to stop is swept under the bus when his other thumb comes, rubbing against my sensitive clit, as if to ease the discomfort. The pain dulls with every second, heightening the pleasure with each wave.
He ceases laving my breasts and looks into my eyes, his bright and possessive with so much lust it rocks my core, before he demands my lips, kissing me deeply as if demonstrating the repercussions of my will to stay despite being warned.
Zain waits until I've relaxed before he pushes his fingers deeper, and my inner muscles bunch around his fingers, unable to tolerate the unusual invasion. Just his two fingers fill me so much, that I wonder how I'm going to take the full length of him.
Eventually, my body gets used to his fingers. I arch my hips, encouraging him to go on. His fingers go in deep, then retraces, then in deeper, the pleasure of it all making me feel as though I'm on cloud twenty-five.
Soon, the fingers aren't enough. The deep hunger churning through me makes me aware of that fact. ”Please. Zain... I need you.”
“What do you need, Emma?”
“You.” I answer breathlessly.
“Which part of me do you need, Sweet?”
I remain silent, my cheeks burning from arousal and embarrassment.
“Speak to me. Which part of me do you want? My eyes? My hair?” His voice is growing raspier. Obviously, he is just as ready to take me, but teasing seems to be a priority.
“Your dick!” I bite out.
Zain chuckles softly, sexily. “So impatient. Where do you want me, Emma? Tell me.”
“Inside of me. Please.”
“Which part of you?”
My eyes fly open as a frisson goes through my womanhood. Fuck, he is so dirty and it is turning me on so fucking much.
“My pussy. Please fuck me.”
Zain lets out a growl, and for a minute, I think he is going to unzip himself, shove my panties aside and fuck me right there while we're on our feet.
Instead, he pulls his fingers from me completely, causing me to whimper at the emptiness, then immediately sweeps me off my feet. He deepens our kiss as he carried me, and I don't even realize we're moving until he slowly places me on the bed.
I hold the hem of his shirt and yank it up, wanting to feel his body against mine. The warmth of our bodies and heartbeats mingle as he caresses me, and I arch my neck, granting him more access.
Zain lifts himself off me, his hands delving through my waistband to my panties, and he yanks both the materials off at once, nearly ripping them in his vehemence. He gets off the bed, throwing them to the floor as he stares at me in my naked glory.
The body I've bared to no one other man but him.
The glint of scrutiny in his eyes unsettles me, making me wonder whether he detects any flaws. However, he countere9s my fears with a nod of his head and a lick of his lips in an erotic enchantment, and I open my legs wider in an erotic invitation.
He quickly shoves his boxer and trousers to his feet, freeing his choking erection. Then he straightens, tall, sexy, and muscular, granting me the same privilege as I had to him, letting me see him in his nakes glory.
My breath hitches at the sight of his huge shaft which tapers to an equally large length, and for seconds, I can't feel myself breathe, yet breathing is the last thing on my mind.
Closing my eyes, I imagine all the sensations Zain can evoke in me with his strength, expecting the fullness in one swift thrust. Before I can take another look, his hot, damp tongue burns a sensuous path through my aching core, causing me to gasp at the unfamiliar but very exquisite pleasure.
He seems determined to make me cum at all costs, and I allow him to soothe the growing ache within me with every rhythmic stroke of his tongue. He gains complete possession of my senses, never breaking eye contact. His tongue lashes, strokes, and sweeps through my folds, lapping me up, biting me occasionally.
“Zain.” His name escapes my lips, my faint moans echoing through the room as a delirious sensation engulfs my body in levitating waves.
Over and over, my first orgasm never seems to cease, making my limbs go weak. The pleasure is toe-curlingly intense.
Zain reaches for his trousers and dips his hand into the pocket, revealing a packet of condoms. He tears it open and takes one condom, then with urgency, he rolls the protection over his rigid phallus. He positions himself and opens my legs, and without so much as letting me recover from my orgasm, he nudges his way into me, intoxicating my senses, setting my whole body on fire.
Once he starts moving, I knew there is going to be nothing gentle. Especially with the fierce expression I catch on his face just before he bunches his lips into mine, demanding to be stroked just as he plows.
He forces his way in through my virgin sex, impaling my walls, pouring every bit of resentment, every second of the wild pent-up lust with his thrusts. I moan at his every withdrawal and groan whenever he came back in. He attacks my neck, leaving soft blotches with his teeth but endearing them with his tender kisses.
“How do you want me, Emma? Tell me how you want me. Harder, deeper?” He groans.
“Oh yes, please. Harder. Deeper. Please.” The pleasure is making my chest too heavy, my voice throaty and unrecognizable to my own ears.
He obliges. I can only describe the subsequent movements of his hips as pounding. He pistons in and out of me at an insane pace, making me whimper whenever he pulls back and cry out whenever he surges back in, always managing to hit a spot in me that leaves me breathless with pleasure
I realize I'm on the precipice of another orgasm, the stiffening and erratic movements of his hips telling me he is close too.
“Zain!” I cry out his name as the orgasm crashes into me like an avalanche.
Spasms after spasms, I orgasm for the second time. This time, so does he. As he does, I receive his mouth, taking in his harsh groans and returning my own muffled moans of pure ecstasy. Zain rolls to my side to enable us to regulate our breathing.
Drained of energy by our wild escapade, our pants are the only sounds audible as he removes the protection and discards it on the nightstand. The silence is loud as we both lie soundless beside each other.
I'm his. After years of holding so much back, I'm finally Zain's. The thought doesn't make me want to run and hide like a scared little girl.
My heart squeezes with delight.
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