That night, I experienced the most disgusting situation that I could ever have experienced before.
Matteo had taken advantage of me, of my innocence, not in the full sense of the word, but always if he did something that didn't even let me sleep all night because I couldn't stop crying like a little girl who has been hurt.
Matteo had taken off his pants and boxers, he had undressed in front of me, I was no longer lying on the bed in a prone position as I had been before, now, Matteo had forced me to lie on my back to look at him when he forced me to do it because he grabbed my feet to put me in that position.
Matteo has only been stripped from the waist down.
"What are you doing…?," I ask him, feeling very nervous about what he was seeing.
"I'll do things to you that I know a real man has never done to you before," Matteo replies at the same time that his hand guided her until she reached his member that was not erect, and he had to help him to do so out.
My eyes widened, what Matteo told me was true, I haven't been in bed with any man yet to experience who I can do better with, but I didn't hope that my first time would be like this way, that it was not forced, because it did not demand that it be romantic either, on a picnic date in the middle of a forest under the moonlight, no, none of those things, because I know that there are no such special men left in this world enough for them to be able to fulfill that whim to be in bed with the woman they want, but I hadn't even imagined that my first time would be like this, all because of an absurd punishment.
Unfortunately, I was beginning to feel that my flower was getting aroused because seeing Matteo masturbate in front of me to get aroused was affecting me too much.
My body was screaming for me to let Matteo make me his, however, I just thought about whether that decision was the right one for me.
Soon, I saw that Matteo's member was erect, ready to do his job, and Matteo began to approach me, slowly, and with such a wicked look that it made me more nervous than I already felt.
Matteo has come closer to where I was, he has stopped touching his member to grab my legs with his hands and spread them as far as I could.
Matteo has seen my flower above my jean and licked his lips as if my flower were an ice cream of his favorite flavor that he was anxious to want to try without caring that he still had not seen her naked before his eyes.
Matteo approached his hands towards my hip, unbuttoned the button of my jean, and lowered the closure, and likewise, he has begun to lower the jean until removing it completely and leaving me half-naked from hip to toe.
He has thrown the jean to the floor, and then, he brought his hand up to my flower to start caressing it over the fabric of my underwear.
My entire body shuddered, and I couldn't help but moan in response to that wonderful feeling.
Matteo Salvatore's fingers played with my clitoris, as they moved in circles and I felt that after only a couple of seconds, my flower was already wet enough with pleasure.
"Oh! Please keep going, don't stop!," I tell him between moans at the same time that he closed my eyes to enjoy.
I don't realize what Matteo's reaction was to what I said, however, it didn't matter because Matteo started caressing my clit more quickly, feeling how my flower got even more aroused by his movements, and soon, when I least expected it, Matteo took off my underwear, and I could feel that he brought his tongue close to my flower and with it, he began to taste it as if it were ice cream, he moved his tongue up and down without stopping.
I was writhing with pleasure on the bed, moaning non-stop, taking advantage of that moment when I could do it because we had the house just for the two of us, and we wouldn't bother anyone with what we were doing.
My hands didn't want to stay still because they caressed my breasts first over the fabric of the top, and then they lowered my top until my breasts were exposed, and they could even caress my nipples.
I was excited, too excited, I had forgotten how great this type of caress felt, yes, I had only done it once when I was home alone because the truth is that I had started watching the erotic movie on Netflix, 365 days, the first of the trilogy, and its hot and hot scenes, had excited me to the point that I couldn't take it anymore, and I took off all the clothes I was wearing, I lay on the bed being in this same position in which I find myself, and I did not hesitate to not touch myself to quench my thirst for sex.
Matteo stopped licking my flower, and I immediately opened my eyes and stopped touching my breasts, looking at him as if I never wanted him to stop until he had reached an orgasm.
"Now, you are going to feel what true pleasure is," says Matteo.
I look at him curiously, but Matteo has only taken my hips, he has brought them closer until my feet surround his hip, and he embraces it as if to manage to hold himself in the air, and then,
Matteo takes his member, and brings the tip of it closer to my flower, beginning to want to stroke it with it as if it were a finger.
His member was big, he was erect and thick, I couldn't help but imagine what it must feel like to have him inside one.