Our lips didn’t leave each other as I reached down and began to unbutton her blouse—it was the last thing I wanted to do, as I wanted to tear it open, but I knew she would not appreciate that.
The moment it was open, I latched my lips onto her breasts, taking them wholly in my mouth and slathering them with affection. I did the same with her other breast.
She went up onto her tiptoes so I could more easily reach her. Then I slid my hand under her skirt and felt at her sex, already growing juicy with expectation.
I slid my finger inside her, causing her to gasp. She wrapped her arms around me, her face pressed into my chest, as I moved my digit in and out, up and down, growing faster and with more urgency.
I heard the moist squelching of her sex as she wailed under her breath, clutching me closer, grabbing great handfuls of my robes, as she came for the second time that day.
I withdrew my hand, pulling down her skirt and underwear in one single movement. I slurped on her juices on my finger and picked her up. She was as light as a feather.
She buried her lips on mine as I placed her on the bed. This time, there would be no warm up—I didn’t think either of us needed it—and I spread her legs wide enough to cater to me.
I placed a hand on her stomach, holding her down, unzipped myself, and placed my rock hard cock at her entrance.
She nodded to me and I slipped inside her. I grunted as she took me, surprised at the ease with which she did so.
She grunted too, first with pain, then acceptance, as I began to plumb her depths.
I pulled back, holding onto her thighs, as I began to spear her. She shut her eyes and leaned back, her breasts bouncing as I went to town.
This was not how I had envisioned our first time. I had thought it would be slower, more relaxed, but I was desperate to satisfy my urges, to show her just how excited she made me.
Within moments, I felt her tighten about me, her hips bucking as she met my every stroke.
She opened her eyes, wide as saucers, as I folded her legs together, placed her on her side, strode one leg over her, and attacked her from behind.
She screamed with each violent thrust. I bent over her and caught her cries on my lips, matching her screams with my own.
I rode her mercilessly, holding her shoulder and using it to pin her in place and using its leverage to grind ever deeper inside her.
Not once did she cry out with pain for me to stop. Instead, she only looked at me over her shoulder, her juices flowing freely, painting my blue cock white as I slammed into her again and again.
Such excitement cannot be maintained for long, and I felt my own orgasm fast approaching.
This was the first day of a long mating week and it was only that knowledge that prevented me from slowing down and pacing myself, knowing I could take her any time I wished.
And I knew without a shadow of a doubt that it would be every spare moment I had.
5
CAMILA
He perched himself on his knees, my legs splayed out to either side to account for his large physical size, then he looked at me, a flicker of emotion passed across his broad face, and he pulled back.
“Is… is something wrong?” I said, easing up onto my elbows to look at him.
“No. Nothing is wrong. It’s just…”
He didn’t meet my eyes. “This is wrong. All wrong.”
Then he zipped up his pants and was gone.
I just lay there for a moment, not quite understanding what had just transpired. It almost felt like a nightmare, where everything turned against you, your greatest fears were realized, and you hoped and prayed that it was all just a dream and that you would wake up at any moment. And when you did, you felt a great sense of relief.
When I shut my eyes, told myself to wake up, and opened them again, I found myself still lying there, spreadeagled. Dripping with expectation. My nightmare had actually come true.
I quickly pulled on my panties and clothes, doing up my blouse. I felt strange, conflicted. I was there based on a deal we had agreed upon, a deal that I hadn’t been altogether excited about carrying out.