Chapter 53: Taking Virginity Of My Fiancee[R18]

"Shh."

He hooked one of her legs over his shoulder. She grabbed the doorframe for balance, fingers white on the wood. Then he put his mouth on her.

The sound she made was loud. Not a moan. A cry. Her whole body jolted and her free hand came down on the back of his head, fingers tangled in his hair.

He worked her with his tongue, slow at first, long flat strokes up the length of her, then faster. He pushed two fingers inside her and curled them up, and she cried out again, hips bucking against his face.

"Oh god," she gasped. "Oh god, Damon, I... I don’t... that’s..."

He didn’t stop. He sucked at her clit and pumped his fingers and she got louder and louder, moaning without any shame now, her thighs shaking on either side of his head.

He could feel her getting close. The flutter of her walls around his fingers, the way her breathing went shallow and fast.

"I’m going to... I think I’m going to..."

He kept going.

And then she broke.

Splash...

She came with a sharp cry, whole body clenching, one hand fisted in his hair and the other white knuckled on the doorframe. Her hips rolled against his mouth through it, grinding down, and then she gushed.

A hot splash of it against his mouth and chin and down his wrist, so much of it he had to pull back an inch to keep from choking. It ran down her thigh and dripped onto the floor between her feet.

He stayed there through all of it, licking her through the aftershocks, until she was twitching and oversensitive and pushing at his head with both hands.

He stood up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

She was staring at him, chest heaving, legs barely holding her up. "That was..."

"Fast," he said. "You came fast."

"I couldn’t help it."

"I know. It’s fine." He kissed her, letting her taste herself on his mouth, and she moaned softly into it. "Now it’s your turn."

She blinked at him. "My turn?"

He took her hand and pressed it against the front of his trousers. She felt how hard he was through the fabric and her eyes went wide.

"Oh," she said.

"Yeah. Oh."

She fumbled with his belt. Couldn’t get it. Her fingers were shaking too much, or maybe she just didn’t know how the clasp worked.

He let her struggle for a good thirty seconds, enjoying the little frustrated noise she made, before he reached down and did it himself.

She pulled his trousers and boxers down together. He stepped out of them. And then she was looking at him, at all of him, and her mouth opened a little and she didn’t say anything.

"Problem?" he asked.

"No. No, it’s just..." She swallowed. "You’re big."

"Thanks."

"I didn’t mean it as a compliment, I meant it as a..."

"A what?"

She didn’t finish. She just sank down onto her knees in front of him.

He watched her. She took him in her hand first, tentative, like she was testing the weight of him. Then she leaned in and took the head into her mouth.

Her first attempt was bad. Too much teeth. He winced and she pulled off immediately, looking horrified.

"Sorry. Sorry, I’ve never..."

"I know. Watch the teeth." He put his hand on the back of her head, not pushing, just resting there. "Use your lips more. Cover them."

She tried again. Better this time. She took him deeper and her tongue moved along the underside, and he exhaled slowly through his nose.

"That’s it," he said. "Slower."

She slowed down. She was getting the rhythm now, hand working the base while her mouth moved up and down. She moaned around him, which he felt more than heard, and the vibration went straight up his spine.

"Fuck," he said quietly.

She looked up at him. Her eyes were watering a little but she didn’t stop. She kept going, taking him deeper, and he let his head fall back for a second and just felt it.

Then he tightened his hand in her hair and pulled her off.

She looked up at him, confused. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No." His voice came out rougher than he meant it to. "Get on the bed."

She stood up, a little unsteady, and walked to the bed. He watched her go. Watched the way her hips moved, the way she glanced back at him over her shoulder like she was checking whether she was doing it right.

She climbed onto the bed and lay back. He followed her.

He settled between her legs and kissed her, deep, while his hand went back between her thighs. She was wet again, or still wet, and she moaned into his mouth when his fingers slid through her.

"Ready?" he asked against her lips.

"Yes."

He lined himself up and pushed in.

She was tight.

Tighter than he expected. So tight he had to stop after the first inch and breathe. He went slow, inch by inch, watching her face. Her eyes went wide and her breath caught and her hands came up to grip his shoulders.

Then he felt it give. A small resistance, then a tear, and she gasped and her nails dug into him.

"Okay?" he asked.

"Keep going."

He kept going. There was blood. Not much, a thin streak of it smeared along his shaft as he sank deeper, and a few bright drops on the sheets between her thighs.

He watched it and said nothing. When he was fully seated inside her, he stopped and held still. She was breathing hard, adjusting, her walls fluttering around him.

"I feel," she started, and then didn’t finish.

"I know."

He pulled back and pushed in again, slow.

Ahhhh!

She moaned. Long and low and drawn out. He did it again. And again. Setting a slow rhythm, deep strokes, watching her face the whole time.

It didn’t take long for her to start moving with him. Her hips rising to meet his, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him in deeper.

"Faster," she said.

"You sure?"

"Faster, please."

He gave her faster. The headboard started knocking against the wall. She moaned with every thrust now, loud and unguarded, her nails digging into his back.

"Oh god," she gasped. "Oh god, oh god, that’s... right there, don’t stop, please don’t stop..."

He didn’t stop. He fucked her harder, deeper, and she got louder and louder, moaning his name, saying things that didn’t quite make sense.

And he moaned too. Low in his throat, under his breath, a rough sound he couldn’t quite swallow. He pressed his forehead against hers and let her hear it, and her whole body clenched around him when she did.

He reached down between them and pressed his thumb against her clit.

Splash..Splash..

She came almost immediately. Her whole body arched off the bed and she cried out, long and broken, clenching hard around him. He kept moving through it, working her through the orgasm until she was twitching and gasping and pushing weakly at his chest.

He pulled out just before he finished. He stroked twice his cock then-

Splurt..Splurt..

He came on her stomach. Deliberately. He wanted her to watch. Ropes of it across her belly and up her chest, and he stroked himself through the last of it, breathing hard, looking down at her.

She was staring at the ceiling, chest heaving, completely wrecked.

"Holy shit," she said.

He laughed, still catching his breath. "Yeah."

He got up, grabbed his shirt from the floor, and cleaned her off with it. She made a small noise of protest but didn’t move.

He tossed the shirt aside and lay down beside her, one arm behind his head, watching her catch her breath. Her skin was flushed pink from her chest to her throat.

A thin sheen of sweat along her collarbone. She was still trembling, little aftershocks running through her legs.

"Hey," she said finally.

"Mm."

"I want to go again."

He turned his head. She was looking at him now, eyes dark, still flushed, and there was something determined in her face that he hadn’t seen before. Not nervous. Not shy. She wanted it.

"Alright then."

He rolled on top of her.