I kicked off my boots and jacket then lit a few candles while he set aside his own jacket and shoes. Now we stood I the center of the room, a few feet of empty space between us, gawking at each other. The floorboards felt cold underneath my feet, and I kept staring at the few button of his shirt that had been left undone, showing off the smooth skin of his chest. I opened my mouth, planning to ask him if he wanted to sit down or have a drink, but the words suddenly felt like a waste. I didn't want to sit down or have a drink. I only wanted him.
I went over to him, and without hesitation, without thinking, without worry, I kissed him, knowing he would kiss me back just as hungrily. And he did not disappoint. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me to him. He pushed me back until I hit the wall. Darek stopped kissing me long enough to smile crookedly as I started to undo the buttons of his shirt, but even that quick separation was too long. Then his fingers were in my hair, and his lips were on my mouth. My body literally ached for him, starting in my chest and working its way down to a desperate longing between my legs.
His shirt was gone, and I'm not sure if he pulled it off or I did, but either way I was grateful. I ran my hands over the firm ridges of his chest and stomach, surprised by how warm his skin felt against mine. Then I felt his hand on my thigh, curious and strong. Just as his fingers looped around the thin waistband of my panties, I pulled my mouth from his to tell him to stop, but I knew he wasn't going to listen. He pulled my panties off, and pulled my dress over my head and tossed it on the floor. His eyes widened with appreciation and he whispered, "We should've done this a long time ago." Darek started to unbutton his pants as he stepped closer to me. He reached out for me, and pushed me on the bed, so I was lying on my back. Pulled his pants down in one swift move as he held me down with the other hand making sure I didn't move. Then he climbed on top of me, letting his body hover over mine for just an instant. He put one hand on my hip, his fingers gripping me desperately as he whispered "It'll only hurt the first time, but trust there will be much more pain in our journey ahead." And he lowered himself on me. My breath caught in my throat. He gasped, almost in relief, and closed his eyes at first until we found our rhythm together.
He sat up, pushing more of him in me and moving faster, until I thought I was going to explode. He was breathing heavier, and just as the delicious heat exploded. I sat up, Darek still inside of me. He wrapped his fingers around me, holding me against him at the moment he finished. We both leaned against each other, panting, and my body felt like jelly. As if all my bones and muscles had melted into this wonderful, contented goo. He leaned right over my ear and whispered "We will be having much more sex in the months to come, and maybe next I'll let you orgasm too." Then he ordered "I'm going too bed, and I better find you waking me up with a surprise or let's just say your second punishment might be coming." "Yes, sir" I replied frightened of what my next months are going to be like.
