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After a few minutes, we arrived at my house, the roar of the engine quieting as we pulled into the afternoon sun. The wide facade gleamed, a haven that still carried the weight of a silent solitude.
"Clark… is this your house?" Sam asked, his eyes wide, a mixture of fascination and nervousness dancing in his voice.
"Yes," I said, with a slight smile. "I bought it a while ago… I'm still paying for it." I want to see how much she likes me , I thought, my heart racing with an almost mischievous curiosity.
She was trembling slightly, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her blouse. I smiled at that, a warmth rising in my chest, and led her inside, the sound of our footsteps echoing on the polished floor.
"Wow… look at that pool!" she exclaimed, her voice vibrating with amazement as she admired the backyard through the window. "This house is huge… Do you live here alone, Clark?"
"For now, yes," I confirmed, the vastness of the place taking on a bittersweet tone in my response. "Come with me, I want to show you something."
She hesitated for a moment, but followed me, her footsteps light and almost silent behind mine. I led her to my room, the cool air contrasting with the heat that was beginning to grow between us, and closed the door with a soft click, isolating us from the world outside.
"Now…" I began, my voice low and thick with intent, "I want to see if what you say is true, Sam. I want to see everything."
She shivered, her eyes shining with a vulnerability that cut through my chest. Slowly, he began to undress—first his jacket fell to the floor with a soft thud, then his pants slid off, revealing pale skin that trembled in the soft light of the room. She stood there, in her lingerie, her arms instinctively crossing her body, as if trying to protect herself from the weight of my gaze.
"Why are you shaking, Sam?" I asked, my voice softening as I took a step forward. "Are you scared of me?"
"No… it's not fear," she murmured, her voice almost lost in the air. "It's just… I'm a virgin."
I stripped off my clothes too, each piece falling with a soft rustle, as if the fabric itself knew what was coming. She watched me, fear dancing in her brown eyes, mixed with a shy desire that sparked like embers. "I won't hurt you, Sam," I promised, my voice low and steady as I moved closer. "I want to know how far you'll go for me. Is what you said true? Do you really care about me? Do you feel the same way about me as Tory does?"
"!" She swallowed, the sound audible in the tense silence. With trembling hands, she unhooked her bra, the fabric falling to the floor like the petals of a flower falling apart. She tried to cover her breasts, but I reached out, gently cupping her chin, tilting her face up to mine. Her cheeks burned red, her eyes shining with a mixture of embarrassment and surrender. I leaned down and kissed her, our lips meeting in a slow, almost reverent touch, as if I were drawing every curve of her from my memory. She moaned softly, the sound escaping like a shy confession, and the desire inside me flared like a fire on a cold night.
I deepened the kiss, my tongue finding hers, exploring her with a hunger I could barely contain. "Ahh, Clark…" she whispered against my mouth, her body surrendering to my touch. I lowered my hands to her waist, massaging the soft curve of her back before sliding them down, squeezing her ass with firm but gentle pressure. She gasped, the sound echoing in the room, and I smiled against her lips, feeling the heat of her against my palms.
"You're so soft…" I murmured, my voice husky as my tongue danced with hers, sucking her with a rhythm that made her moan louder. I grabbed her with both hands, lifting her off the ground as if she were light as a feather. Her legs closed around my waist in perfect reflex, her warm body pressed against mine. She gasped in surprise, but gave in, her arms wrapping around my neck as I kissed her with a ferocity that made the ground tremble beneath my feet. The heat between us was electric, her wetness against me an undeniable sign of her desire.
"Ahhh, Clark…" she moaned, her lips swollen from my kisses, the sound of my name in her voice setting me on fire. I lowered my mouth to her neck, nibbling on the sensitive skin while my hands explored every inch of her thighs, tracing invisible lines that made her tremble. I placed her on the bed carefully, the cold sheets contrasting with the fire that burned on our skin. I ran my hands up her legs, my fingers dancing over her softness, soothing her as I removed her panties with deliberate slowness. She tried to cover herself, her hands covering her intimacy in a gesture of modesty, but I whispered: "Don't cover yourself, Sam…" Obediently, she pulled her hands away, raising them to hide her face, the blush spreading across her body like a living canvas.
I moved closer, her sweet scent enveloping me as I kissed the soft skin of her belly, slowly moving down between her legs. My tongue found her, exploring her with a devotion that had her back arching, her fingers gripping the sheets as if they were her only anchor. "Ahhh, Clark! Ahh, ahh!" she cried, her loud, uncontrolled moans filling the room like a symphony. I sucked gently, then harder, feeling her writhe beneath my touch, her taste flooding my senses. "Ohhh, Clarkkk… I… I'm gonna…" she stammered, her body trembling on the edge of ecstasy. I stopped suddenly, standing up with a mischievous smile.
"Huh? Why did you stop, Clark?" she asked breathlessly, her eyes confused and pleading as she tried to catch her breath.
I stood up and removed my underwear, the movement slow and deliberate, leaving her speechless. "What… what is this?!" she exclaimed, shock coloring her voice as her eyes widened. "This is impossible, Clark! It won't fit me!"
"It will fit," I reassured her, my voice calm but full of promise. "I'll be gentle." I moved closer, positioning myself between her legs, and inserted just the tip inside her. "AHHHHHH!" she cried out, the pleasure sending her over the edge instantly, her body shaking beneath me as waves of ecstasy coursed through her.
"Arf, arf, Clark…" she murmured, her arms pulling me on top of her, the heat of her skin against mine like a living flame. I kissed her again, slow and deep, as I began to move, feeling the delicate resistance of her hymen. Her eyes filled with tears, fear dancing there like shadows, but I held her face tenderly, sucking on her tongue as I whispered against her mouth, "Trust me." She moaned, pleasure fighting pain, the sound a mix of vulnerability and surrender.
With one careful movement, I stepped all the way in, her tight warmth enveloping me like a forbidden embrace. "AHHHH! It hurts…" she cried, her hands gripping my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin. I paused, waiting, my gaze locked on hers as she adjusted herself, her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. After a moment, she nodded, tears still glistening, but now with a trace of courage.
I started again, slowly at first, each movement careful not to break her. "Ahh, ahh, ahh," she moaned, the sound building in waves, her eyes closed as she lost herself in the sensation. "Shit, Sam, you're so cute…" I whispered, my voice husky as I sucked on her tongue, my movements inside her gaining rhythm. I moved my hands down to her breasts, squeezing them gently, my thumbs playing with her hardened nipples, eliciting more moans from her. "Ahhh, ohhh," her sounds intensified, her body arching against mine, her skin hot and wet beneath my fingers.
It's been a while since I've felt this… I'm going to… I thought, the pleasure rising like a storm. "Ahhh, Clark… I'm going to cum, ahhhh!" she cried, her eyes opening in pure ecstasy. "Me too…" I murmured, and we reached the climax together, me filling her as our bodies trembled in unison, her heat mixing with mine in an explosion of sensations. I kissed her as we came, swallowing her moans, my hands still exploring her curves, prolonging every second of that peak.
"Arf, arf…" I gasped, my heart racing as I leaned into her, feeling the pulse of her body beneath mine. "Shall we go again?"
"What?!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide with exhaustion and surprise. "Wait…"
A few hours later, I sighed, my body sated but light. "Wow, that was amazing, Sam," I said, giving her ass a playful slap as I climbed out of bed, the sound echoing in the silent room. She was passed out on the sheets, her face serene amidst the chaos of her stray hair, her exhaustion painting her into a vulnerable beauty. I went to take a shower, the hot water washing away the sweat and the memories of that afternoon, and made us something to eat—the aroma of freshly baked bread and coffee filling the house.
Minutes later, Sam woke up, his sleepy eyes meeting mine as he limped over to the table, his damp hair from the shower falling in messy curls. "Clark… my legs hurt…" he complained, his voice filled with a tired sweetness that made me smile.
"Calm down, you'll be as good as new tomorrow," I reassured her, laughing softly. "Come eat."
She hesitated, her eyes searching mine with a shadow of uncertainty that caught me off guard. "You… aren't going to abandon me after this, are you?" she asked, her voice shaking like a string about to snap.
"Huh?" I laughed out loud, surprised by the question. "Where did that come from?"
"My mom always says that guys just want to sleep with a girl and then get rid of her…" she confessed, her fingers tightening on the edge of the table, fear dancing in her eyes.
I thought I'd scare her a little. "Exactly," he said, with a predatory smile that made my heart race with mischief. "Do you really think I want something with you?"
Her eyes widened, panic rising like a wave, her heart pounding so loudly she could almost hear it. "You should have listened to your mother, little princess… You're no longer of use to me. It's over."
"Sniff… sniff…" She stared at me, shocked, tears welling up like fragile pearls. Then I started laughing, covering my mouth, unable to hold back my amusement at her expression.
"You… you…" she screamed, standing up with tears still streaming down her face, running to hit me with small, angry fists. I ran, laughing louder, the sound echoing through the house.
"Stop it, you idiot! You'll pay for it!" she yelled, chasing me with a mixture of anger and relief.
"Of course not!" I snapped, sticking my tongue out as I ran away. I stopped near the pool, panting, my chest rising and falling. "Wait… gasp, gasp, I'm exhausted…"
"You…" she began, punching me lightly, her face red with anger and a suppressed laugh.
I laughed at her, the sound echoing in the warm afternoon. "You shouldn't have run so fast…"
"Huh?" Before she could react, I grabbed her by the waist and jumped into the pool with her in my arms, the cold water enveloping us in an icy embrace. "You idiot, why did you do that? You got me all wet!" she screamed, splashing me with water, her hair sticking to her face as she laughed between protests.
"Hahaha," I laughed along, the sound mixing with hers as we frolicked in the water, the weight of the afternoon dissolving into playfulness.
Some time later, I drove her home, the sky already tinged with gold and purple hues. "Bye, love," she said, kissing me with a sweetness that made my chest tighten, her soft lips leaving a warmth I wanted to hold onto forever.
"Bye, beautiful. Take care," I replied, watching her disappear through the door, my heart light and full of a silent promise that danced between us like an unfinished melody.