Page 46 of The Artist
“It’s different from what I remember. More painful but also more enjoyable.”
I stopped moving. “Am I hurting you?”
“No, I said that wrong. You’re just very big.”
“You were warned.” Kissing her cheek softly, I rocked my hips back and forth again. “I’m being gentle.”
“I know you are and it’s not… bad.”
“Just wait until tomorrow when we do it again.” I smiled at the thought of indulging in Belle twice. Not many Nmen got the opportunity to sleep with a real woman before they married. For her to give me this gift was extraordinary.
“I’ll never forget this,” I whispered while nibbling at her ear. “I’ll never forget you.”
“I’ll never forget you either, Mason. I owe you my life.”
There was something extremely erotic about stroking my left hand from her breast down over her belly, hip, and thigh. I had admired her shape while she was dressed. Now I got to touch every part of her. Belle was so fucking perfect that I already knew I would be doomed from now on, forever comparing every woman to her and having them fall short.
Finding her hipbone, I bored my fingers into her flesh as I drove in and out of her.
“Tell me I can come inside you.” My words came rushing out as I felt the pressure of my orgasm building.
“Yes, Mason, do it.” Hearing my name on her breathy voice made me give in and squeeze her hip while I shut my eyes tight and came hard.
For every spurt, I made sounds that matched the immense pleasure I felt from filling her with my semen.
“Mason, what’s wrong?” she asked with concern in her tone.
I buried my head in her hair and felt my cock pulsate inside her while I was flying high above my body in euphoria.
“Are you hurt?”
I groaned. “No.”
“Then why did you sound like you were crying?”
“What?”
“Those sounds you made.”
I rolled to my back and took a deep breath through my nose, panting, “I came. Hard. It was good!”
“Oh. You scared me. I thought something was wrong.”
“Have you never heard a man orgasm?”
She was quiet for a long moment. “My roommate has lovers on occasion but they’re mostly quiet. I hear moaning sometimes, but never sounds like you just made.”
“What about the man you slept with?”
“We didn’t get that far. I stopped it midway because I didn’t like it.”
“I’m the first man to come inside you then?”
“Mhmm, you are.”
With a satisfied smile, I turned to her. “You stopped him, but not me. Does that mean you liked it?”
She smiled. “On a scale from one to ten, he was one and you were at least four… no, five.”
