[Warning: almost two-thirds of this chapter contains erotic descriptions ]
[Stephanie]
I heard a low growl clearly. The next second I said goodbye to my bathrobe.
His lips wandered from my neck all the way to my shoulders, stopping at my breasts. Arthur's lips caught the front of my breast accurately and sucked gently on my nipple. The tips of my nipples were numb and a little hurt from his sucking.
My moans didn't make him stop. Instead, they made him play a game with me. His tongue swept over the tips of my nipples as I gasped out a sound, and as I bit my lip to keep my moans from being heard by him, his tongue began circling my areola again.
I hugged his head tighter, even wriggling my waist to match the rhythm of his tongue's movements, bringing my soaked panties to rub against his fingers.
I must be going crazy. Who would have thought that a virgin like me would want my mate to caress me all over so desperately?
He pushed aside my panties and slid his fingers into my pool, sliding them up and down along the slit and then stopping at my entrance where no one had ever entered before.
The tingling current caused my body to tremble again. As his index finger entered my entrance, the unfamiliar sensation of a strange object invading my intimate parts made me subconsciously clench my legs, and his finger had to stop.
"Are you afraid of me?" Arthur let go of my breasts and raised his eyes to look at me. But his free hot left hand didn't stop, caressing my left boob.
"I, I'm not. I've heard that it hurts on the first time." My lips trembled as his index finger slowly withdrew as I spoke. Instead, his finger pressed against my clit.
"No." I let out a gasp as if electrocuted.
"I'm not going to hurt you. Relax. I'll make you comfortable." Arthur laid me down on the bed and kissed me on the lips, whispering in my ear.
His palm began to caress my wet pussy, sliding up and down along the slit. A wave of heat surged through my body, but this felt different than when his fingers entered my entrance. Pleasure, but something was missing.
"One more time, Arthur, your finger," I prayed, grabbing his arm.
Arthur was busy leaving hickeys on my breasts and stomach. He heard my words, and his finger probed into that entrance again. But his finger went in just a little and left, and more fluid seemed to flow between my legs.
The two inner lips of my entrance sucked tightly on his finger as it entered again.
"You're amazing," Arthur praised me in a husky voice. Then he suddenly flexed his fingers in and out of my pussy. His palm followed the movement of his fingers in and out, rubbing my clit.
"Ah!" My legs had automatically opened. A pleasure I had never experienced before shot straight to my head. I wriggled my hips and screamed, accompanied by a gush of nervous fluid from my pussy.
I splayed my arms helplessly on the bed and gasped for air.
Arthur was showing me his most gentle smile, and I was inexplicably a little disappointed. Was I not attractive enough? Why could Arthur act as if nothing had happened? No, I noticed that there were fine beads of sweat on the tip of his nose, and not only that, his forehead was covered in sweat.
With a sly smile, I cupped his face and asked him, "Is that all?"
He pressed up against my body. His hard manhood rubbed against my still sensitive pussy lips. "Of course not. The appetizer's over. We're on to the main course, My sweet."
"Show me," I whispered, wrapping my legs around his waist.
Frankly, I was a little hurt when his cock just came in. After all, his buddy was thicker than my wrist when he was excited. However, he was unusually patient. He entered a little at a time until I fully accepted him.
We sighed in sync, my heart and stomach filling with satisfaction.
"You're too tight. Your honeypot is sucking on me so tightly I'm going crazy." He sighed in my ear as he held me.
So he just entered so slowly because my... vagina... was too tight? Realizing I'd misunderstood, I deliberately tightened my abdomen, a little untaught skill I'd just learned.
"Ugh!" he groaned out.
Before I could make a winning smile, he had lifted my thighs and rammed deeper toward my body. I screamed out, the pleasure of the bump causing me to involuntarily lift my waist and back. As I was about to fall back onto the mattress, he clasped my waist and thrust impatiently. I wrapped my arms tightly around his back, my fingertips leaving scratches on his backside.
I moaned loudly and gripped the sheets. the pleasure from each bump was enough to make me lose my mind. "Plea.... . please..." I tried to get him to stop, but I couldn't say the whole thing as his fingers began to grind against my sensitive spot.
He thrust harder and deeper as if to reach the deepest part of my body, right to my soul.
As the pleasure reached its peak, it was like a gorgeous firework was lit in my head, and tears slipped from the corners of my eyes.
[Arthur]
Steph's pearl-like toes curled up. I could feel her vagina trembling. It was hot and very wet.
I breathed out and felt increasingly dizzy. I was about to burst wide open, and before I could go completely insane, I backed out. Just then, I released one-liners of sperm up her stomach.
Steph was lying underneath me, gasping for air. Her eyes were closed. But the redness of her face and the curve of her lips told me that she enjoyed her first sex.
Somewhat strangely, my heart was extremely satisfied, far more than the pleasure I was getting physically. My still standing cock reminded my brain that it wanted a few more times, though.
I wiped the white liquid off her stomach. She grabbed a pillow and held it over her face, more beautiful than a red rose, so adorable.
I chuckled softly, laying down next to her and kissing her fingers, "One more time?" I asked.
She opened only one to look at me and quickly closed it again. I heard her take two deep breaths and then remove the pillow from her face.
Her eyes were staring at the ceiling, the red fading from her face.
"I'm going to kill Carl and Freya," she said.
I removed the hair sticking to her face, kissed her cheek, and told her, "I'll help you, my luna."
She turned her head to me, smiled, and said, "Thank you. But I don't need your help."
"Excuse me?" I raised an eyebrow, watching Steph sit up from the bed.
"Right. Once you've found your true love, please don't kill me. I will accept your rejection with my most sincere blessing." Steph gave me an unfamiliar smile and bent down to pick up the bra on the floor.
"What?" my eyes widened, was this what a mate who had just had sex with me was supposed to say?
The thunder outside the house was far away, and the rain had stopped. The room was still dim, and the shadows on the sheets from our lovemaking were still wet.
I could still make out the smiling girl sitting at the end of the bed. It was indeed Steph's face.
I increased my olfactory level and took a deep breath. The smell emanating from her changed. There was only a very faint smell of lemon soda and more of the smell of grilled beef.
The windows and the door in the room were closed tightly, but I felt a chill down my back. This was the first time I had experienced fear. Because I realized that the girl in front of me was not the Stephanie I knew.
"Arthur, it is not quite right. I can't feel my mate's presence." Paul suddenly said to me.
After I opened my eyes, she got off the bed and stared at me backward. She looked at me with eyes hiding caution and even some fear.
"You are not Steph. Who are you?" I questioned in a low voice, clenching my fists.
"I'm... I'm Stephanie Amber Woodville," she said, her chest up and her chin up, pretending to be calm. But her shaking legs and quivering lips don't fool me.
"You're lying. Don't challenge my patience. Where is Steph? Why are you occupying her body?" I stared dead at the girl.
I was pretty sure it was Steph I was having sex with, but after she removed the pillow from her face, she got weird.
"Ok, ok. Don't be mad. Don't kill this body. Let me think..." She was quick to hold her hands out to me as if she was afraid I'd get out of bed and kill her.
"Look, I don't know what's going on. After you two copulated, Steph's spirit world suddenly changed. I opened my eyes, and this happened." She paced back and forth in front of the bed, running her fingers through her long hair from time to time.
Wait, she was...
"Rose!?" Paul and I shouted out the name that came to us almost simultaneously.