I stared at him, equally torn between lust and sanity. He swear once more and uttered something inaudible.
Then Pierre gave me a dazzled look. His huge body was still pressed on mine. His natural musk smell lingered on my nose, getting acquainted with his natural manly scent. His other arm was on the side of my head, while his other was on my waist.
Why was he making it a big deal? Does he think that I am some slutty girl, prompt enough to get rid of my virginity? Yes, I have some liberated friends at the university, even my cousins are all liberated, getting their hymen ripped at a young age but I'm not them.
Or was he disappointed, because I am inexperienced? That I can't match his energy. That I am still innocent to all of these things. Those were just the thoughts that were running in my mind.
He can't blame me, his surprised reaction knowing I was still untouched made me think that way. It's breaking, nerve-wracking, and painful.
"It's painful" I voiced out, and he groaned as if I added another problem he can't solve.
"Please tell me you will still push through this" My nails were still crushing a piece of his skin. It was so painful. But through time, bearable.
The only thing left of me now is my ego. And if he chooses to stop, then I'm sure, I'll badly break. And I am in deep trouble. So deep, I know this will change everything.
"Fuck" He was torn between his rationality and intense hunger for me. He was blazing in an intense fire of desire. And did I forget to tell that the huge part of his body was still inside of me, pulsating and hard as a rock?
"It's gonna hurt the first time, f*CK this, you are so freaking tight" He cursed in frustration.
But I am telling the truth, he is so big that my insides stretched so much and I don't know if it will ever feel good right before he put his thing on me.
But seeing him this troubled because of me makes me want to go on.
"Come on now Pierre, move," I urged him because I felt his hesitation and it would just be an embarrassment to me.
Surely, it would feel so bad being rejected like this. The piece of the hymen was already broken, and there is nothing I can do about it but to go on.
But if Pierre decides to pull away, I don't know if I can show my face to him ever again. It would be a shame to stop at this moment, we were already so engrossed, our sweaty bodies are the proof of it.
He lowered his head and started kissing my jaw. Then he started to nibble my ear and I moaned incredulously. This guy really is an expert.
I am sure the sober me would never say things like this, never even do such things like this, and would never think like this. How confident of me to have this kind of notion about sex, as if it isn't my first time.
But surprisingly, I have no inhibitions right now, my emotions are playing havoc with my system. All I could think of is me and Pierre, in union.
"I'm going to move slowly, I can't hold myself much longer." He said panting, his hot breath tingling my ear.
Then, I was surprised when he began to move. Slowly, as if he wanted me to get used to him. But who the hell said I could? His c*CK is so huge that I can feel him so whole and hard inside me.
I automatically wrapped my arms on his back at the unusual feeling from his movement. It was painful yet it is starting to feel good at the same time.
Painful but manageable now.
Then his lips found mine, teasing me as he slowly thrust. I bit his lips, shutting my eyes as the pleasure increases. He groaned and slid his tongue in my mouth. Expert as he is, he swirled his tongue as if he wanted a taste of every corner of my mouth. Then he increased his speed, thrusting faster as he continued to give me wet tongue kisses.
I moaned in sheer pleasure.
I don't know what to do, Pierre is taking me gentle enough to get me so wild. And I wanted more, I wanted it rough.
And as though he read my mind, he started to move faster, I can feel his balls sensually bumping in my perineum making lewd noises as he maintained his pace. I spread my legs wider, welcoming his forceful thrust while his lips moved to suck my nipples. I grab a fistful of his hair, arching my body to give him better access.
"Oh Pierre"
I moaned his name all over as I pulled his head closer. His one arm raised my leg to give better control of his every thrust.
I screamed in pleasure, can't even keep my head in place as Pierre devoured my body.
"You are so delicious Justine," he said, nipping my neck and sucking my skin at the same time. He bit my neck, his tongue playing tricks on my delicate skin, easing the soreness I felt from his huge sex. The dance began, without definite steps and choreography, yet so pleasurable and perfect.
I bit my lips harshly, stopping my moans as Pierre took me roughly. His hips were moving too fast while his throbbing c*CK went in and out of me.
"Pierre... Pierre, harder"
He groaned.
The pleasure was becoming unbearable that the room was instantly filled with our moans, drowned by the fire we both created.
"F*CK, I can't be gentle with you anymore Justine," he said heavily, thrusting forcefully inside me.
I screamed again and tried meeting his thrust, following him, to a certain place with no known destination but to feel each other.
I tilted my head, giving him more access to my neck, savoring the pleasure he is giving me. Then it was as if the time stopped, it was just me and Pierre, in our raging tempo.
This time, Pierre aggressively holds my waist, securely aiming his c*CK deeper in my core, moving his hips in a rough rhythm. He harshly drag my leg up when he noticed I was already comfortable and adjusted. Then, he placed his sex in a way I could feel his wholeness, as he continued in his deep and strong thrust.
"Pierre! Pierre!" was all I can say, moaning his name. Losing back my sanity again to this man.
He was so intense, I can feel him in the depths of me. He feels so good. It felt heavenly. My hands didn't know where to touch him. I touched his scarred chest, his broad back even caressed his curly and disheveled black hair.
Then he too was doing the same things, his big hands taking turns in fondling my breast and my clit as he keeps on thrusting with great intensity and power. It was as if all our movements are equipped with a sense of urgency. Making sure every inch, every part of our body is feeling this pure moment of ecstasy.
"Pierre... Pierre don't stop"
His thrust went deeper and rougher as if he was an animal in heat, hungry for his mate. Longing for a certain warmth, wanting to exhilarate me with too much gratification.
I was not able to stop my scream when Pierre did as told. I moaned his name all over. Letting him know I am so close.
He groaned. His eyes were bloodshot while keeping his pace. Then I felt a familiar feeling of ecstasy. I gasped for air, then hold unto him, keeping him so close, afraid he might stop what he is doing.
"More... please," I said, my voice so airy, encouraging him not to stop but to do it rougher, deeper and faster. We were already so lost with each other. I felt both our hearts beating in unison, our breaths panting like crazy, as our most waited point of the dance was becoming closer and closer.
"Let it out, Justine" He continued, not stopping.
"I am f*cking near too," he exclaimed panting then with a powerful thrust, I felt a hot liquid poured into my womb.
I screamed Pierre's name as both our hot moist fluids filled my core. It was amazing and mind-blowing.
Pierre continued in his small deep thrust as the warm liquid keeps on gushing out, giving me a good feeling.
I catch my breath, easing the sudden bolt of electricity that occurred. Pierre consumed me, brought me into oblivion and I can't find my way back anymore. And this is bad. This is bad because it was Pierre Monteblanco.
But how ironic, even if I know that it was Pierre I gave myself into, I felt safe.
Yes, safe that it was him I surrendered myself into. I was scared at first but Pierre had the spirit of lifting my fear away, leaving me a feeling of being protected.
That with him, I am safe... secured.
With dim lights in the room, Pierre shone before me. His enormous sex was still clenched deep down inside of me. His tousled hair covered a part of his face.
His breathing was getting back, becoming steady. Yet his eyes were sending me a message that he was not yet done.
Because true indeed, his sex was already so hard again. I can feel it growing and stretching me. He began to move, leading me back to the moment of ecstasy. Pierre was insatiable.
And deep within me, I knew, that I, too, was feeling the same.