At first I thought it was the nerves that caused her to be jumpy, but when I kissed her, I knew she was inexperienced. Also when I touched her dress, she jumped. It confirmed my suspicion that she was untouched. I don't understand why it gave me so much joy that I was the first person that she would have carnal knowledge of.
"Are you sure?" I asked again. As much as I was in the mood, very ready to do this. I would never force a lady to have sex with me, without her consent.
She exhaled loudly before looking me in the eyes. " Yeah, let's do it." She said.
" Take your clothes off. " I said.
" Please can you switch off the lights?" She asked very shy.
" No, I want to see you." I told her, and she nodded weakly before encouraging herself to finally undress before me. Her hands shook as she reached for the zipper. As she zipped them down it revealed ample breasts in a sexy lingerie. Exactly the way I liked it.
Boy, she was so beautiful, very perfect. He skin was creamy. I noticed she was at loss for what to do next so I approached her. The desire in my eyes might have confused her because she moved back a little bit.
I ran my fingers over the lacy lingerie, and she stiffened. I picked her up, and she squealed totally unexpecting that.
" Let's move to the bed." I said. I was not about to make love to her like a whore. She deserved to be loved right.
I kissed her slowly, and saw that she didn't freeze like the first time. She caught on fast. I was kinda shocked. I reached for her lingerie, and she froze.
" Hey, it will be okay." I reassured her. I pulled the lingerie off her head, and she naked in my bed could make any man crushed at his knees. She was more than angel. She tried to cover her intimate parts but I held her hand.
The rise and fall of her chest causing her breasts to swell. I touched a mouth to a nipple and she gasped. Her back rising from the bed.
She was very responsive. My hands roamed her body, and I noticed a bump on my shoulder blade.
I touched it again, and she tensed. " What is this?" I inquired.
" I don't know how I got this." She replied. I moved closer to inspect the mark. I couldn't imagine what I saw. The exact replica scar I have on my shoulder too. She was the girl I was searching for all along.
" Is anything the matter?" She asked. I don't think she was pretending.
"I have this exact same mark." I told her, watching to see any trace of recognition in her eyes. There was none.
" That's weird." She said, and rose from the bed.
" Is there anything significant about this mark?" She inquired, as she touched my shoulder too.
" Yeah, you're the one I have been searching for. Why did you go away all this while?"" I asked her.
She was truly shocked. There was also disbelief in her eyes.
" That can't be possible. I've never met you before." She said in a confused tone.
" Where did you spend your childhood?" I asked.
" Here in America with my parents." She replied. I wasn't going to be fooled. I knew exactly what I was saying.
" You don't remember, Little Lilies Orphanage?" I inquired, and she shook her head in confusion.
" Is that a place I should know?" She asked.
" Yes, that's where you grew up." I said.
" I'm sorry, maybe you've mistaken me for someone else. I heard that sometimes people look the same, probably a genetic...."
" Don't take me for a fool, Anna. I know you. I've known you since you were little." I cut her off.
" You had this scar when I saved you from a fire." I told her, turning my bare back to her.
She gasped. " It is exactly like mine. My mom never told me how I got it." She said.
" Maybe you should ask your mom, we were both raised in the orphanage."
" Okay."
" I'm sorry that I don't know you. Is that going to be a problem?" She asked, reminding me of the business at hand. She apologized.
" No."
" I was told I had an accident when I was little, maybe that's why I can't remember you." She said, and I nodded.
Returning to the mood was not really a hard thing because I had my Anna and I wasn't about to let her go.
When I gave the first thrust, she let out a painful cry, and I wiped the tears away. She was too beautiful to cry. My Anna.
I muttered words of encouragement towards her, and the lovemaking was more intimate than I would have intended it to be. Her beautiful moans were pleasurable, and they spurred me on to give my all. We went many rounds, and it was beautiful.
She came undone in my arms, with a cry, panting heavily like a return from a marathon.
I got a wash cloth and cleaned her thighs. She was still a little bit shy from my hand in between her intimate areas.
" Sleep well, love." I told her, and she fell into a blissful sleep. I covered her with a duvet, it was getting cold.
I need to meet her parents and ask them what they knew about her loss of memory. She could see a doctor or a specialist, anything that would make her heal, and speed up her recovery process. We made a promise to each other, and it is about time it got fulfilled.
Grandma was right. Now that I've met the one I am not planning on letting her go.