She opened her eyes and her gaze landed on his handsome face. She couldn't help but giggle at his question. She wrapped her arms around his neck and grinned up at him. "I'm not asleep, and I'm not tired. I want more. This time… I want you to be as pleased as I am."
A gentle pull had him lowering his mouth to hers, joining their hungry caverns in a mission to feed each other. His hands roamed once more and little fireworks lit over her skin, leaving her quivering.
Not wanting to be outdone, her left hand slowly slid down his body, tracing every inch with her fingertips. He was smoother than she was, fairer than she was too. She loved each fold, each valley, each inch of his skin. They felt like heaven under her fingertips. He was beautiful. Very much so.
She smiled against his lips when her hand found his hardness. It seemed to throb in her hand, pulsing and begging to be buried inside her.
"It's thick," she whispered against his lips and opened her eyes to look up at him. "I know how sex works. I know it will fit inside me. I studied biology." She was talking too much. She knew that but she couldn't stop. She knew how the anatomy works but what she didn't know was how it would feel.
"It goes inside me and—"
His lips rendered her speechless once more. "Hush… let's just see how it would make you feel, alright?"
How the hell could he look so damn calm when she had a storm inside her? How can he be so chill when she had a huge fire inside her? How? It was unfair.
She kissed his cheek and rubbed his member up and down, her hand loosely wrapped around his cock. She rubbed the tip with her thumb. "You're so damn calm. It fucking annoys me." She captured his lower lip and sucked on them hard while rubbing the tip of his cock against her entrance. It felt too big for her but she was determined to have her cherry popped. "We will need lube, won't we?"
His chuckle was deep and almost breathless. It made her rethink her statement. She looked up at his face once again and saw that he had a thin sheen of sweat covering his skin. No, he was not calm at all. He was barely holding on to control. His control was hanging by a thread. It slightly lifted her self-esteem. Her lips curved up before she captured his lips once again.
He nodded and reached for his pants to get the bottle of lube in his pocket.
She lifted herself with her elbows supporting her weight. "You're prepared."
"And then some," he replied before showing her protection. "So… condoms?"
She thought about it, her head tilted to the side a little, eyes on the pack of condom he was holding. She raised a brow. "Just one?"
He chuckled and took more from his pocket. "And then some."
That made her roll her eyes. "Is it true that the feeling of sex with and without a condom is different?"
He nodded at that. "They're different."
She nodded too. "No condoms then."
He blinked and stared down at her as she lay back down on the bed. "Are you sure? You could—"
"I know how biology works, Damien. You don't have to worry. If a child is formed, I can take care of myself."
He narrowed his eyes at her. "You think I won't care if a child is formed?"
Lie gave him a sweet smile and cupped his face before kissing him. "I know you will care. You're too much of a gentleman to not feel responsible for a child. But I'm also someone who takes my responsibilities with love and passion. I wouldn't want you to give up your dreams just for a child. Besides, even if there was a child, you and I would have to talk about it when we get there and not while both of us are naked and still warm from the little action that we just had. I want my cherry to be popped tonight. If you want to wear a condom, you can wear one. I'm just saying that it's okay for me if you don't want to wear condoms too."
He pecked at her lips gently. "You do know that virginity is just a social construct?"
She raised a brow at him. "Of course."
"That there's nothing embarrassing or wrong about being a virgin?"
"Yeah. What's your point?"
"I just want to make sure that you're just not doing this to get rid of your virginity."
She rolled her eyes once again and took the bottle of lube from his hands as she sat up and crossed her legs Indian style. "Honey, I'm 24. I'm a goddamned bisexual feminist. I have slept with a woman before and I have to admit that it was great, though we didn't have the chance to use toys." She poured a hefty amount of lube on her palm. "The thing is… this thing about virginity? I know that I have nothing to be ashamed of. Like, dude, I've got a mighty brain that could shame people much older and better schooled than I am."
Her hand wrapped around his cock, letting the lube spread over his length. There was too much but she didn't care. She used both of her hands to massage and rub his member, spreading the lube even more. She straddled his hips with a smile. "I understand your point, handsome, but you have to remember that I'm purely curious about how sex between a woman and man feels." She lifted herself up, left arm wrapped around his neck and her right guided his member to align with her hole. "Stop worrying and just… fuck me…" Her teeth captured his lower lip. Her hips lowered to take him into her.
He groaned against their kiss and held her hips tightly. "Not too fast then," he took her wrist and put it on his shoulder. "I'll do it." Keeping his eyes on her, he rubbed the tip of his member against her slit, slightly parting it every time. Every movement created a squelching sound as she got wetter.
She shivered and cupped his cheek. "Hurry up… I want you…"
He smiled and shook his head. "I told you, I don't want to hurt you," he whispered. "Open your legs wider."
She did as he had told and moaned out when the tip of his cock pushed through her tight walls. Fuck. Thick. Her nails dug onto his shoulders once again and her lower lip was caught between her teeth.
"Does it hurt?" he asked, and she shook her head so he lowered her even more until the head had popped inside her.
She gasped out and buried her face against his neck, a slight whine coming out of her lips. The pain was sudden and searing inside her. It was nothing like she had imagined. It was like her insides were being torn open by his size.
He groaned too. Why was he groaning? Was he in pain too? He panted against her ear and pulled her closer to him. "Are you alright?"
She nodded and nipped at his neck. She can take more. She can do more. She knew it. So she pulled back from him and looked into his eyes as she lowered herself until she couldn't anymore. She thought his whole member was already inside her but when she looked down, she realized that that wasn't the case. "Uhm… are you… long… or is my canal just… short?" she asked.
He was breathing hard while staring at her face. "I'm… not entirely sure either…"
She giggled at that and licked her top lip slowly and seductively. "Fuck me… hard…" she raised her hips up until only the tip of his cock was inside her. Blood coated his member now, but she just pushed back down slowly. She did this a couple of times until she got used to the feeling of it. Her head was reeling once again. She needed more. She wanted more.
She gave a surprised yelp when he suddenly pushed her down the bed and held her hands over her head. When she looked up at his face, she knew that his control had snapped and that she was gonna get the fuckening of her life.
He thrust his hips so hard that a slight scream came out of her mouth. It was as if the wall that had stopped him from going deeper into her a while ago had been breached and now, he was totally buried inside her. Sweat trickled down his face as he bit his lower lip and pushed into her with so much force that the bed creaked under their combined weights.
Her back arched up as he reached the parts of her that no one, not even her, has ever reached before. It was him who opened up all the possibilities for her. He was the key that unlocked the hidden needs and wants inside her.
Her moans and pants, along with the sound of skin slapping skin and the creaking of the bed, filled the room. "Oh, gods… Damien…"
He let her arms go and bowed down to embrace her even as his hips continued to attack her insides. "Fuck… you feel so good around me…" he whispered to her before his lips captured her lips again.
With each powerful thrust, her breath was taken away. With each hungry bite, her mind went blank. And with each burning kiss, Lie became even more curious.
The heat in her belly grew and grew as he continued to drive both of them to the peak of pleasure. Her hold on his neck went tighter as she held on for dear life. She was a slut who was willing to give everything to him at the moment.
She would have given him the moon if that was what he asked but she whined when he pulled out and lay back on the bed, only to gasp when he pulled her over him with a smile. "Ride me, professor…" he used the word professor like a smug child wanting her attention.
And attention, she gave him. She planted her hands on his chest and lowered herself until he was deep inside her again. She looked down at him and smirked. "Of course, Freshie…" she slammed her hips up and down to him, her head thrown back and her nails marking his chest. Her hips ground and rubbed against his as she watched him pant and close his eyes to enjoy the moment. She rotated her hips too, moaning at how much his cock was rubbing her walls.
She felt powerful, strong, and gorgeous on top of him. Nothing could have stopped her if they wanted. She reached down to where their bodies have joined and slammed down once again.
"Fuck!" Damien gasped out and opened his stormy orbs to watch her take control.
She bit her lip and moved faster and harder as the pleasure between them grew. There was something hot and coiling inside her that protested to be freed. It needed to be freed.
He throbbed and pulsed inside her. His hands gripped her hips so hard she was sure it would soon bruise.
But none of those mattered. What mattered was the pleasure that was building higher and higher until they reached the peak and both of them fell through the cliff of pleasure.
Too much heat awakened Lie up. She tried to push the heavy blanket off of her but it wouldn't budge so she groaned and opened her eyes. She realized that it wasn't a blanket that was giving her too much heat but a huge, hairy arm that snaked on her waist and stopped by her face. She stared at the hand that was caught between hers. It was probably as big as her head.
Confusion dawned on her at first but the throbbing at the junction between her thighs made her remember what had gone on the night before. A bubble of laughter rose to her throat but she stopped it as she looked over her shoulder and found Damien's head pressed against hers, his body almost covering her totally.
She pushed him back with her whole body but he didn't even stir, so she simply turned around until she was facing him.
He looked innocent while asleep. His eyelashes were so much thicker and longer than hers. It was definitely unfair to her as a woman. His lips were naturally pinkish too. Seriously, how is that even fair?!
Staring at him now, showed her the things she didn't notice before. He was the right combination of bulky and chubby though she was sure that it was never wise to tell a man that he was chubby. She liked it. She liked how soft his cheeks were, and how smooth they were too. She loved how thick his eyebrows were. And she particularly liked that stray black hair on his chin that stood out among greyish stubbles. His chest was filled with short and curly hair too. Did she notice that last night? No, she didn't. She had been too busy thinking and analyzing things. Then she had just stopped thinking altogether.
Her eyes trailed down his body even as her hands played with his hair. What would happen if she pressed her knee against his pride? Would he wake up to fuck her again? Or to beat her? She chuckled at that and planted a kiss on his lips before sitting up and crawling out of bed to shower. She had a class in an hour.
She winced when her legs shook after she tried standing up. Holy fuck. Her vagina hurts! She sat back down at the edge of the bed and looked at herself. She looked normal. Nothing changed. Well, except the pain at the valley of her thighs but that was it. She shook her head and stood up once more.
She was at the door of the bedroom when she thought of something. She ran back to bed and shook him hard. "Hey, wake up. Damien!" it took her a couple of minutes before he even started to open his eyes and when he did, they glared at her.
"Woman, you used me all night long. The least you could do is let me sleep peacefully," he mumbled jokingly and tried to bury his head under the pillows again.
"Do you have a class today?" she asked, lifting the pillow to look at his face.
"What's today?"
"Tuesday."
"Hmmm… how about you come back to bed and we can forget what today is?" he asked, his arm already wrapping around her waist.
"Oh, stop it, you. I have a class in an hour!" she slapped his hand away and chuckled when he pouted.
"I don't have a class but I have work later in the afternoon. I'll see you tonight."
"Fine then," Lie replied and kissed his cheek before running to the bathroom to start preparing for her day. She showered with warm water first.
She closed her eyes and let the water beat her, even as the memories of last night flooded her mind. How many times had they done it? 5? 6? Gosh, she couldn't exactly remember but she was sure it was phenomenal. Would he have done so well with another woman? Would SHE have done so well with another man? She wasn't sure of the answer but she was pretty happy about the results.