Virgin Romance by Penny Wylder

11

It feels everything and nothing like I imagined it would. Carter eases in slowly, and he’s so big that it makes me gasp. His lips are at my ear, kissing me, telling me how beautiful I am and how perfect it all is. He’s barely inside me and I already feel so full that it’s hard to draw breath.

Everything inside me draws tight and Carter pauses. “Relax,” he says, pressing his lips onto mine. “Relax everything in your whole body.” I do, and his kiss is consuming. It warms me up, fills me, and when he thrusts through the barrier that is my virginity, my cry of pain is lost in his mouth. “It’s okay,” his voice is low and warm. “I’ve got you.”

He’s sliding inside me again, deeper than I ever thought possible, where no one’s ever gone before. The pain lessens, taken over by the new and amazing sensation off him being inside me. It feels like it’s never going to end. But then I feel it, his hips sliding against me. Carter smiles. “How do you feel?”

His smile is contagious, and suddenly, I’m smiling too, this odd buoyant emotion filling up my chest with laughter. It leaks out of me and I blush because I never thought that my first time would be this…lighthearted. I don’t know, I thought it would be a serious affair. But this is joyous. “I feel weird,” I say, wiggling my hips a little, an entirely new thing with Carter now there. “You’re inside me.”

“You feel so good,” he says. “It’s killing me to stay still.”

I run my hands up across his chest and shoulders, wrapping my hands around his neck to pull him closer. I feel wanton and sexy, looking him in the eyes and squeezing down on him with my pussy. I’m rewarded with a hiss of his breath. “Who said you had to keep still?”

There’s that smirk. The one I’m growing to know means that Carter’s about to make my body feel amazing. Slowly, he pulls back, and it suddenly feels strange not having him there. He rocks into me gently, getting my body used to the rhythm, and with each slow stroke, there’s a little less pain and a little more pleasure. Carter notices the difference. “There we go,” he pushes into me with a little more force, and he’s all the way inside me again. The friction of him thrusting is delicious, entirely different from what I’m used to. He’s still thrusting slowly, but now he’s thrusting deep. The tip of him stroking me in a way that suddenly has me shaking. Pleasure is gathering inside, a deeper pleasure than before. It’s everywhere. I’m swimming in it.

I grab onto Carter’s arms, holding onto him while he speeds up. Every time he sinks into me it sends me a little higher, a little closer to that bright sizzle and flash that I know is coming. He’s sliding into me with more ease, my own arousal helping him. Then his fingers are at my clit, and the orgasm hits me so fast that I don’t even see it coming.

I suck in a breath, pleasure rocking through me and taking its time. It’s a slow, shuddery climax, and I feel my pussy clenching around Carter’s cock, muscles fluttering and trying to get whatever they can from him. He smiles down at me when I open my eyes, still buried to the hilt inside me. “Now that was a beautiful sight.” He moves his hips just a little, and all these crazy little spasms run through me. “Let’s try it a little faster this time.”

“This time?”

Carter looks at me and smiles. “Baby, we’re just getting started. I want to see if I can get you to let go enough to scream.”

I’m about to protest, to say that I don’t think that’s going to happen, that screaming isn’t my thing. But then he pulls out and thrusts into me harder than before, and I moan louder than I ever have. Maybe screaming will be my thing. It feels so much better this time, my body getting used to the feeling of him. He pumps in with a swinging rhythm that makes him drag across my clit, and it makes me shake. Another orgasm is coming. I can feel it building, but I can’t seem to quite get there. Instead, I’m in this limbo of pleasure, that perfect place where everything feels so good and you think that it can’t get any better. And then it does. I fall over the edge into the climax, this time saying Carter’s name over and over while he pulls me through it. This one feels like lightning, flashing through me and gone, leaving me spent underneath him, heaving in air. Even when I touched myself, I only came once. That was the third time tonight.

“That was better.” He kisses me. “But I still think I can make you scream.”

“It’s too much,” I say. “I don’t think I’ll be able to come again. Not tonight.”

Carter’s face changes from a smile to a look of steely determination. He kisses me hard. “You can and you will.” He moves his hips, testing. “I think you’re ready now.”

The sheer satisfaction in his words makes my stomach drop with anticipation. “Ready for what.”

He leans close to me, and his teeth graze my earlobe making me shiver. “To be thoroughly, and totally, fucked.”

I close my eyes at the sudden wave of arousal from his words. I want that. Carter sits back on his knees, his cock still deep inside me. He drags his hands down my skin, squeezing my breasts and resting them on my hips. Pulling back so he’s barely inside me, he looks at me again. “I want to hear you scream.”

Carter slams into me, and I’m lost. He’s not stopping, not slowing, pounding into me with everything that he’s been holding back. Oh god. I didn’t know what this would feel like. It’s so good it almost hurts, every piece of me pulsing with his rhythm. He’s at once fucking me and pulling me onto his cock, our body’s coming together with a sound that is pure sex, and I can feel my pussy getting wetter by the second.

I’m so full, so full of him that I don’t think anything will ever compare. I’m on fire with the pleasure of it, being taken by him. I want more. Need more. He can’t stop. If he stops, I don’t think I’ll make it. Please. Please. Please. Yes. I hear myself from far away, begging him to keep going. If I’m on fire then let me burn, just don’t slow down. I can’t see, can’t hear, can only feel the way he’s there, fucking me, every stroke making me brighter. I must be a supernova. I’m going to blind him.

I come.

It’s everything.

I scream. I know I do. There’s some part of me that knows. Every muscle in my body locks down, wrenched still by the pleasure taking its toll. I can hear Carter groaning as he fucks towards his own climax. But none of that matters. I’m floating in the middle of brightness. I think each one of my nerves has been overloaded by this all-consuming pleasure. Because just when I think it’s over, there’s more. On and on, ripples of it that never seem to fade.

Sound comes back first. I hear the fast sound of our breathing. I can feel his skin on mine. I try to open my eyes, but I can barely see. I feel perfect. Nothing can ruin this. Carter’s weight lifts off me, and I hear a few sounds before the bed dips again. His arms wrap around me, pull me to him. I love how warm he is, how perfectly I fit into his chest.

“April?”

“Yeah?” I still can’t seem to open my eyes.

I hear him chuckle. “You still with me?”

I hope the sound I make sounds like yes. It’s the only sound I have the energy to make.