Fearlessly Yours

Slashed

Warning: Rated18A for the use of strong, suggestive and sexual language. Please heed the warning. Thank you!

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Joan woke up to the feeling of someone's limbs wrapped around her body and the soft snoring sound right at the crook of her neck. She couldn't help the smile that blossomed on her lips as she remembered what happened earlier. She lost her fucking virginity and it was glorious. It was surely worth the wait. Damn, I'm just glad his cock didn't rip me in two. But I guess that's how it was supposed to be when you love the other person.

Joan recalled how gentle Nicolas was. How considerate he was to her. He could've easily put his pleasure first but he didn't and she realized she might have fallen in love more because of that. Because come on, let's face it, if he really didn't have sex in the last 3 months, yet he still managed to hold himself back. He still placed her pleasure first before his own. She was busy floating in her own bubble when she felt something stirring behind her. Nicolas was still snoring but his cock was starting to come to life. It was nestled in between her ass cheeks and she could literally feel it growing bigger. And much to Joan's surprise, her body responded just as quickly. Her nipples hardened and she could feel herself getting more wet in between her legs. God help her, but she moaned.

The most delicate feminine moan penetrated Nicolas's unconscious brain and instantly his body became wide awake. Well, one part of his body anyway. His cock didn't gradually wake up. Instead it roared to life. Fucking thing has a mind of its own, I swear. But as much as he wanted his cock to lead the way, he remembered that Joan was a virgin. The thought that he was her first instantly brought a warm feeling to his heart. He didn't realize how that small part of her meant so much to him. Don't get him wrong. He's had his own share of women in the past and he never really put too much importance whether they were virgins or not but with Joan it was different.

"Babe, please stop squirming. I only have so much self control" he mumbled sleepily against her neck.

"But I want you to lose control. With me" Joan mumbled back while moving her ass back and forth against his front.

"Shit Joan, stop. You're sore I'm sure. Give it time to heal" he reasoned out.

Joan's insides literally swooned from those words. She's never been a sentimental type of girl because of what life had dealt her way. She needed to put up defence walls and she had to steel her heart to protect herself from being hurt over and over again. But what do you know. One man broke through all her carefully put up walls just by looking at her. Weak Joan, so weak.

She felt Nicolas pull away and she turned to watch him stand up and walk to the bathroom, in all his naked glory. Sinews so taut that each movement belies the power within. Joan felt her mouth water and her throat go dry. Damn. And dare I say he's mine?

Nicolas came out of the bathroom, spared Joan a scorching yet fleeting glance as he walked out of the bedroom. What the fuck?!? He came back with a bowl of warm water and a face cloth. He went back to her side of the bed, placed the bowl on her bedside table and pulled her to the edge with her legs. He bent at the waist to give her a good morning kiss, well good morning it was. The kiss turned into a demanding one in under 3.2 seconds, their heartbeats faster and their bodies clamouring for attention.

But then, Nicolas pulled back. He knelt on the floor and pulled Joan's legs to the edge. He gently placed her feet apart, leaving her fully open. He reached for the facecloth inside the bowl and squeezed the water out. Then gently but efficiently started wiping between her legs, making sure to clean all the dried blood.