Imprisoning his waist with my legs and his neck with my arms, I just let myself be lost into his tight embrace as he walked me to his room. I wanted to squeal more but he shut me up with an electrifying kiss that instantly faded all the anger in me and instead flared up all nerves in my body caused by a mixture of emotions --- fear, thrill, desire.
I didn't know how he opened his door; I was completely lost into the kiss. The next thing I knew was that he was already placing me on his bed and setting me up like a delicious meal on a golden platter ready to be devoured. I trembled in fear at the sight of him crawling on top of me, yet at the same time, his sexy, assuring gaze brought me enough courage to give him the consent to do anything he wanted to do with me tonight.
The moment that my back rested the soft surface, he brought me again into a deep, hungry kiss with our tongues trying to explore the deepest recesses of our mouths.
I held on to his bare chest and felt that his skin was on fire. His mouth found my throat and I stretched it out for him as a long, low sound escaped from my lips. He groaned in response. With that, like a little spark of light to start the fireworks display, everything began...
His expert fingers started it all. I was lost into the moment that he stripped off every piece of cloth covering my body, bit by bit. First, he removed my blouse by raising it up to my head; and my arms didn't make any objection at all but helped him up instead with his initiation. Then, in just a wink of an eye, my bra was unhooked and was tossed somewhere until my upper body was fully in sight of the hungry man who was leaning down on me.
This experience was new for both of us. He didn't do it the harsh way. He did everything in the gentlest possible way... especially when he worked his way down there in me. When he removed my jeans and, of course, the last cloth covering the most intimate part of me, he cast my whole body a gaze, the kind of gaze that made by whole body tremble with anticipation.
He wouldn't hurt me, never. I will kill him if he do that.
When I was all in my naked glory, I was lost into his fingers caressing that intimate part of my body. I was lost into his busy tongue discovering areas that I never thought existed in me. I was lost into everything... as he introduced to me different sensations I had never felt before and as he brought me to unearthly places I had never been to before. I screamed out his name for several times and, when I experienced the first orgasm of my life, he looked at me with pride in his eyes. It was my first and it was magical and spellbinding that tears appeared in my eyes.
Then, there was him, my Madara Uchiha.
Climbing down the bed, he removed the cloth covering his lower part. Confidently standing before me, he presented to me the unmatched secrets of a god's perfect body that I had never seen before... My Madara Uchiha was the epitome of physical perfection.
There was a burning sensation in my cheeks as I looked at him. I thought I couldn't bear to look at him this way but I was mistaken... for him, with his damn arousal was the most beautiful sight on earth. I gripped the sheets and made myself ready for the real feast to begin.
Immediately, when he was on top of me once more, I wasn't able to help myself but to touch and feel him as well... It was life for me. He was life for me... and I loved him like no other, and it felt so gratifying that he was the man whom I was about to give my womanhood, the most precious thing in the world for me.
With sweating bodies, we stared at each other before the highlight of the event. And when he finally the himself into me, very gently at first, I moaned and cried out in pain. Tears once again appeared in my eyes... But he gently caressed and kissed my cheeks until I felt the tears were gone and, just like magic, the pain was also gone and was replaced with a kind of sensation too foreign to me to handle yet too intimate and satisfying I couldn't think of anything else, just me and him. My body responded to his every thrust... slowly first... then deeper, harder, faster... All through out, I was moaning out his name and, the complete opposite of what I told him earlier in the night, my mouth couldn't resist telling him "I love you" over and over again.
Ultimately, we lost ourselves in the ecstacy of our passion and, for the first time, I knew and felt what lovemaking was. Words were not enough to describe how beautiful he made me feel and taste my first time. It was memorable and, for sure, it was something that I would remember for the rest of my life.
Before I fell asleep in his arms, I heard him whisper "Thank you" and "I love you" alternately for a number of times.
Within his warm embrace, I knew he was mine and I was his... We were the perfect fit...
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