A Love Lost

Ana

My tongue searched for his feverishly. When they met, they danced in a sensual tango. My hands went to his hair and pulled for a breath as he twisted my braid and pulled my head, giving him access to the place on my neck he knew drove me wild when he kissed it. He placed small kisses on my collarbone and shoulder before hitching my legs around his waist.

He held me in his hands while I removed my top, exposing the white, lace, strapless bra I wore underneath. He looked down at my small breasts, smiling, before returning his gaze to mine.

"Have I told you how beautiful you are?"

"Once or twice." I smiled, blushing.

He moved his hands to unclasp my bra in one fluid motion and returned them to support my weight and boost me up so his lips had access to my breasts.

He ducked his head slightly and sucked my right nipple before doing the same to the left, all while keeping eye contact with me. I sighed, tilting my head back in extreme pleasure.

"I need you." I begged, between feverish kisses.

"How?" he asked, knowing damn well my answer.

"I need you inside me." I begged in a whisper.

He lay me down on the sand, removing his shirt and pants. He positioned himself over me, kissing me all over. His tongue traveled from my navel to the hemline of my skirt.

"This damn skirt has been giving me heart palpitations all evening." He looked deadly serious.

I laughed, raising a hand to his chest.

"Your heart sounds perfectly healthy to me." It was beating rapidly.

He dipped his thumb in the hemline and removed it quickly. His eyes dropped from my face to the thin, lace thong I wore.

"Is there a reason you wore such provocative lingerie?" he smiled at me, his eyes were filled with lust and desire.

"I knew you would see them," I whispered.

"No one will be down here. So I am going to go nice and slow." Ugh. He was going to torture me, but I had a feeling he wanted to see how much he pleasured me.

He removed my panties at the same speed he had my skirt and bra. He caressed my cheek before placing his two fingers in front of my lips.

"Open up," he ordered.

I complied.

When his fingers were inside my mouth, I encircled them with my tongue and sucked them. As I did, I felt him grow hard against my abdomen.

"Okay. I don't need to cum before you do." he joked.

I parted my lips and he removed his fingers before kissing me.

"Ana. I need you to tell me something."

I knew the question. "No."

"Say it. Am I your first?" He asked, possessively.

"Your my first and last. My one and only." I meant it with every fiber of my being.

He moved his fingers south.

"This is going to hurt. I'm sorry." he kissed me again.

"It's okay." I assured him.

Then I felt a sting of pain as his fingers enter me. One at a time. He pushed and pulled them in and out. The first sensation of pain was replaced with a pleasure.

"Gabriel." I moaned with pleasure.

He kept at it. In and out. With each push of his fingers, the liquid gold sensation arose. It was about to pour over.