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Nazalie's heart was beating a mile a second. He was getting closer, closer to where she throbbed with need.
She groaned as he lifted her legs by her knee. While she was distracted by the speed of his action, she felt his warm tongue slide over her clit in long wet strokes.
Nazalie collapsed against the bed, moaning and writhing. At some point, her hands found their way into his silky hair.
She gasped as she felt his fingers slip into her. They were working together with his tongue to drive her to the edge of ecstasy.
"Are you alright?" He asked, looking up at her writhing form. He was suddenly looming over her now, stealing kisses at her neck.
Nazalie nodded, panting and gasping.
Unableto wait, she slid her hand between them and clasped him, caressed him, coaxed him until his hands shook, too.
He settled over her again, stopping at her treasured entrance and looking up to her for her permission. She nodded, tightening her grip on his arms.
Finally, he was inside her, the pressure of him felt foreign but welcome. She encouraged him by lifting her hips to meet him. The sharp pain made her still. They both stilled.
"Should I stop?" Joshua asked, already pulling away.
"No," she whispered, pulling him closer.
"You’ll feel better soon." He whispered reassuringly. Nazalie nodded, and lifted her hips, encouraging him to thrust further.
Braced on his elbows, he stared down at her, holding her with his vivid blue eyes. His jaw tight with restraint, told her he ached for this as much as she did. She was a bit tipsy but aware of every moment and sensation, and it was even better than she expected. Her senses were heightened, sharp, and responsive.
He moved over her while the bed rocked underneath her. He was so large and gentle, entirely focused on her and, what a heady feeling it was after so long in the shadows. The pain was gone now, and she felt the pleasure slowly building up. She wanted to stay right here and bask in the sparks shooting through her but knew there was no way in hell this could last.
Desperate to hold on to the feelings, to him, she clenched around him.
"Nazalie…" Joshua moaned, his eyes closed, his jaw clamping tighter as he said her name again and again.
She tried to answer, but words failed her. She had nothing except a moan of increasing need. Joshua's hands fisted in the pillow on either side of her head, his head dropping to rest on her brow.
His hair slid forward, covering most of his face. Nazalie cupped his cheeks, her fingers playing with the wavy strands and wondered if he'd ever considered letting it grow longer. He didn't seem like the type to let his hair grow longer than was necessary. He was the epitome of fairy-tale fantasies she'd only barely dared acknowledge to herself.
More, she wanted more of him, of this, of the whole fantasy. She hooked her heels behind his back and arched upward, accepting him deeper. Her fingernails scored desperate furrows down his back as the intensity gripped her, begging for release. This couldn't last much longer. It was too intense. Everything she felt was too much, and already the ending built and tightened and tingled through her in ripples that she couldn't hold back any longer.
She didn't bother trying to hold back the shout of pleasure. Joshua thrust faster. She gripped his back harder. Sparks glinted behind her eyes as she arched her back, staring at the ceiling. With one last prolonged thrust, he buried himself inside her, and stayed, his face in her hair, his moan against her ear until his arms gave way and he rolled onto his back, taking her with him.
His hand slid over her stomach, his finger tracing a circle around her belly button, his breathing ragged.
"Are you okay?" Joshua asked again, turning to face her. She nodded the laughed, her hair shifting as she did. It must have been great for him like it was for her. She wanted to do it again, even though her vagina throbbed. That kind of intense pleasure shouldn't be felt only once.
Nazalie turned towards him, smiling suggestively.
Joshua watched the rise and fall of her breasts as she panted, laying on her back. He went hard again.
Joshua
Nazalie was asleep. She lay on her side with her legs draped over him. He wanted to wake her up so they could continue their lovemaking, but she looked perfect. Amid their wild lovemaking, her hair had come loose. It now lay over her face in dark, tight curls. He brushed her hair aside so that he could see her face.
Joshua smirked when he remembered all the things they had done. It had surprised him how voracious Nazalie was. Joshua expected her to lie down like a log of wood. She surprised him. Joshua was sure that Nazalie surprised herself too. Joshua had to admit to himself: she was the best sex he ever had.
It was almost dawn; she would have to go soon. The light rays of the sun hit her brown skin. She glowed to the point that it was almost surreal. Joshua didn't think she was aware of her beauty. It saddened him to look at her, knowing that they would soon have to part ways. It was like the sun was saying farewell by highlighting what he was going to be missing. It was unfortunate that they met under those circumstances. He would have liked to know her better. Maybe even hop back into bed with her. But he couldn't, the arrangement was overeven though some part of him considered Nazalie ashis. He didn’t want another man doing to her the things he did to her last night. He quickly disabused the thought quickly. He had no rights over her or her body.
Besides, Joshua knew that no sane woman would want to have anything to do with the man that bought their virginity. Sighing, he uncurled himself from her and slipped into his clothes silently. He didn't want to wake her up, it would make things weirder for both of them.
He wrote a note and picked up his jacket, ready to go. He took one last look at Nazalie before he closed the door. He sincerely wished her luck in her future endeavors.
