Page 14 of His Virgin Vessel

Asa stood back up. "Thank you for reminding me. We were in the middle of something, weren't we?"

He dropped my top to the floor and used his foot to spread it out, giving me something to kneel on. By now I was so powerfully aroused that I didn't hesitate. Perhaps I had never done this before, but I could learn on the job. So to speak ...

Dropping to my knees, I found myself face to face with the enormous bulge that had dominated my thoughts ever since I first felt it. I was sure I saw it moving before my eyes, pulsing with desire. With trembling fingers, I undid Asa's belt. Every sensation seemed heightened. I was oddly aware of the texture of the leather belt between my fingers, the sound of the zip descending, the fiercely masculine scent that seemed to hit me as I opened his pants.

I reached in through the opening and yet again found myself stifling a gasp. I might have been inexperienced, but I was not ignorant. I knew what size a man was supposed to be. But Asa ... I couldn't even get my hand around it. My eyes bulged as I drew Asa out into the light afforded by the single bulb hanging above us in the storage closet. Truth be told, it had me a bit worried. This was no longer like learning to drive in a racing car; this was like learning to drive in a Saturn Five rocket. But I had stuck to my confident, bad girl persona up till now, and I wasn't giving up on it. I looked up at Asa with what I hoped was a cocky grin.

"Well, that ought to do the job."

Asa shrugged. "I'm glad you approve. Now, why don't you two get better acquainted?"

And, to my surprise, I couldn't wait. Ever since I had touched it, all my concerns and inhibitions had evaporated. Holding it in my hand it felt comforting and friendly, like a new pet. Nothing that felt that good could hurt me. I didn't want to be afraid if it. I wanted to play with it, to kiss it, to love it. I wasn't worried about my lack of experience. I could get by on instinct, and I knew exactly what I wanted to do. Without a qualm, I planted a big kiss on the head, making Asa chuckle.

"You're one hell of a girl."

"You ain't felt nothing yet."

"I'm counting on it."

For the next five minutes, I made good on that brag. Given what he had already done for me, I felt a certain responsibility to make him feel good, and judging by the gasps and grunts coming from above as I licked, lapped, nibbled, kissed, sucked, stroked and pumped on his healthy organ, I succeeded. And it wasn't just Asa who was enjoying himself. I had always thought that this was something men got a kick out of and women just tolerated. I had never dreamed it could be so satisfying, I had never imagined that it could taste so good, or that just the taste of that hot flesh in my mouth would give me such a ripple of pleasure.

I could have kept going all evening, so much was I enjoying my new-found skill for oral manipulation, but then I felt Asa's hands on me, guiding me back to my feet and forcing me to reluctantly let him slip from my eager mouth.

"Easy, girl, or this isn't going to end the way either of us want it to."

He kissed me, and I secretly thrilled in the fact that he was so willing to do so, just as I had been earlier.

"You really are a bit special."

I beamed in pure happiness. My hands found their way back to his strong length, and it pulsed eagerly in my grip, desperate to continue. But Asa seemed in no immediate hurry. His hands skimmed across my body, reveling in my skin, exploring my curves as if he needed to know every inch of me intimately before he could really set about pleasuring me. Wherever his fingers traced, I felt tremors of pleasure following like the wake of a ship, as if his touch was hardwired to the pleasure centers of my brain. How much more could this man do to me? So far, he had done everything and all that remained was my virginity, now his for the taking.

I squeezed hard at his excited organ. "Please, don't make me wait."

He kissed me once more, his tongue slipping into my mouth and answering me in a way that words never could.

Gently he nudged me backwards, till I was perched on a small table that sat against the wall. Instinctively, I raised a leg and placed my foot against one of the shelves opposite. My breath was now coming in short gasps as Asa maneuvered into position. Would he sense my inexperience now? Or the slight anxiety that had suddenly crept back in as I felt him pressing against my most intimate area?

"Give it to me, baby," I urged, as much to give myself confidence as to fool Asa. I had made up my mind. This was what I wanted, this was who I wanted, and this was how it was going to happen.

"OH!" This time my hands were too busy clamping, white-knuckled onto the table edge to shut off my sharp cry.

He was in me. Not all of him, not nearly all, in fact. But he was in me. I was a virgin no longer. And again, my mind exploded.

"Did you go off already?" asked Asa, a little proud, I thought.

Our eyes met. Whether he sensed some reticence in me, or was just responding to my tightness, I couldn't say, but Asa forced nothing. He gently pressed in, then withdrew, then a little more, then out again, forging a little further with each thrust, stretching me as he went, preparing me for what was to come.

I had been wrong. I had thought that a man like Asa, a man to whom God had been so over-generous in the pants department, would be entirely the wrong one to lose my virginity to. But, although there might have been men who were easier for me to take, there were none who could have done it better. He was gentle but firm, not treating me like I was made of glass, but treating me like a woman.

I moaned as his hips nestled up close to mine. I had him all. There were girls who went their whole life without knowing what it was like to be this full, and I had gotten lucky the first time. I moaned once more as Asa began to pull out, then back in again, stroking slowly in and out of me. I had closed my eyes, but now opened them, and our gazes locked as tightly as our loins. The intensity of his stare burned through me, and I clung to him, one hand on the back of his head, keeping his gaze focused on me, the other on his stroking hips. I could feel the delicious muscles moving beneath his skin as he pushed into me, drawing whimpers from me at every stroke.

Although I had no sphere of comparison, I was still sure that I had gotten extremely lucky with Asa. He was an incredible lover. At first, he went slow, mastering his own need with extraordinary self-control, then, as I became more accustomed to his girth and his path became slicker and easier, he began to speed up. As I crested yet another orgasm, he stopped, holding me teetering on the edge before ramming home harder than before and pushing me into my hottest climax of the night so far.

And he was far from done. I lost track of time as Asa coaxed me again and again to orgasm, putting his own desire aside to pleasure me, keeping himself in check. Sometimes he was slow and tender, others quick and light, and sometimes he pinned me to the table and thrust into me so roughly that I was forced once again to cover my mouth. I loved it all, every second, every heartbeat. I had dreamed of this moment so often, but I had never dreamed that it might be like this.

Gradually, Asa became more urgent in his movements. He had tremendous control over his fabulous body, but no man could go forever, and I found myself urging him on.

"Do it! Do it! Now!"

He had given me such impossible pleasure tonight, that I wanted to give him the same, and I wanted to ride that rollercoaster one more time myself.

Asa gasped and clutched my ass cheeks, pulling me tightly against him as he buried himself in me one more time. I felt his virile member swell and pulse in my tight sheath. He was coming inside me, and just the thought of it was enough to send me over the top one more glorious time. My head lolled backwards, my mouth hung open in a soundless shriek, and I clasped my strong lover to me. He had not taken my virginity, he had obliterated it in the most perfect way imaginable.

A wash of sensation flowed over and through me, and I found myself suddenly quite emotional in the turbulence of the moment. I had waited a long time for this, and it had been worth the wait. But it felt like a door had been opened, through which I had passed, and life would never be quite the same again.

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