Unadulterated Pleasure

21: Honeymoon Night (2)

Dorian had to hold himself completely still. He'd known that she would be tight around him, but he hadn't been prepared for how tight. He hadn't been with a virgin since he was one, twelve years ago, at seventeen.

As tight as she was, she was also dripping wet. His dick was surrounded in warmth, and she held him tight as she covered him in her essence.

Dorian placed his lips back to hers and kissed her slowly. Attempting to pull her mind from the discomfort she may have been feeling. Amara kissed him back, allowing him to lead the kiss, and after a moment, he pulled out slightly before pushing back in. Amara gasped into the kiss, and Dorian swallowed it down.

He pulled out a bit more than before and slid back in. This time, Amara moaned softly. Dorian continued, pulling out more each time before slowly pushing back in. Each time swallowing her moans as he continued to kiss her.

Dorian continued in this slow fashion, pulling almost entirely out before pushing back in, rolling his hips on each entry. Amara arched into him, breaking their kiss, and he buried his face in her neck, peppering kisses along it.

Dorian was working overtime to be gentle. The way her walls hugged him, her body welcomed him each time had him wanting to give her more. His patience was no longer holding on by a thread. It'd snapped upon sliding between her legs, and he was surprised he hadn't lost all reason.

He'd been waiting for this moment since he'd seen her on the site. It was easy then when they weren't under the same roof, but the second she stepped onto the estate, Dorian had been battling with his patience.

Dorian rocked his hips slowly as he moved in and out of her. He couldn't help but moan into her neck as hers filled the room, echoed, and bounced off the walls. The sound was hypnotic, music to his ears.

Pulling his face from her neck, Dorian sat up a bit, looking down at her. He wanted to see her face, watch the pleasure play out over it. He placed his hands on her waist and pulled her to meet his thrusts. His actions were still measured, still gentle.

"Dorian," Amara moaned as her hands gripped his wrist.

He could feel her walls tightening around his dick and knew she was close to cumming.

"That's it, bébé," Dorian whispered. "Let go for me. Let me feel it."

Dorian pulled out, pushing back in with a little more force than he'd been using. Amara clamped down on his dick as she moaned deeply, her orgasm ripping through her.

Her legs shook slightly on either side of him, and her chest rose and fell as she came down from her orgasm. Dorian pulled out, pushing back in slowly, and pulling a gasp from Amara.

When her orgasm subsided, Dorian turned them, sitting against the headboard, never breaking their connection. Her hands came to his shoulders, and Dorian stared into those beautiful brown eyes.

"Are you okay, bébé?"

"I-I feel..." Dorian listened to her trail off, and he knew she was looking for the right word. When she didn't say anything after several long seconds, he decided to supply her with a few.

"Stretched? Uncomfortable? Full?"

Amara nodded slowly. "Full."

Dorian placed a soft kiss on her lips and used his hands on her hips to slowly rock her back and forth. He watched her bite her lower lip as she stared into his eyes, and Dorian felt his dick jump inside of her. He knew Amara felt it, too, when she gasped. Her staring into his eyes was arousing on an entirely different level.