The Second Worst Love Story Ever (+18)

6. Spiraling

My chest dropped with the anxiety of giving in to temptation and the sweet surprise of being corresponded when Valentina deepened the kiss. She took my shirt off, fingers brushed the black lines she had drawn on my ribs.

"It healed perfectly," she said. "You did everything right."

I shuddered from her light touch. We both looked down at the stretch in my pants. She reached down, and I thought of stopping her, but my aching nerves won the battle against reason. I just stood there, letting her brush me through my jeans like I was a painting.

My lips touched her forehead, a muffled groan coming out. I closed my eyes, sinking in the agony that was her promising touch. She unbuttoned me, letting the rest of my clothes fall to the ground. She had a better grip now, and it only drove me crazy.

"What are you doing to me?" I asked, letting her pleasure me.

She hushed me. "Don't... Please don't fight it. I can't take it anymore."

I couldn't take it either. I had wanted this for so long that it was a little hard to believe it was even happening and a miracle it hadn't happened before.

Then why fight it?

I pulled her hips against mine, and then I was gone. My hands pulled her top up like they had a life of their own. Next, it was her bra that hit the hardwood floor, then her pants.

She stretched up on her toes and kissed me like she missed me. Soon there were no clothes between us, no barrier between our skins. I could easily feel her wetness on the tip of my fingers as well as the touch of her hand around my cock. She moaned into my mouth, as I guided her to the couch, where I threw her.

We became a mess of limbs and moans when our bodies collided, hands exploring to check if they still knew every crease and corner. I kissed every tiny bit of her body, soothing the overdue yearning.

"Wait!" She tugged my hair to make me stop kissing her. "Do you have protection?"

"Um... I don't know," I confessed.

"We can't do this without protection. It's been too long."

I didn't need further explanation. Of course, she'd been with other people too. It's been months. I had done some sleeping around myself.

"You're right." I got off of her slowly. "Let me check."

I went to search in my room, and the gears in my head started spinning again. I wasn't so sure about this anymore when I came back with what I was looking for.

"Val... are you sure this is a good idea?"

"Oh, no! Please don't say that..." She sat up.

She pumped me back to life before wrapping her lips around my cock, the familiar sting from the cold metal of her lip ring sending shivers down my spine. I cried from her hot, wet mouth sliding up and down, sucking me to oblivion. It wasn't long before I could feel my climax approaching. My whole body shook in an attempt not to finish just yet. She massaged my balls, making my mission the more difficult. I needed to be inside her, I waited for this to happen for too long...

I screamed, and I cursed, coming in her mouth. She swallowed everything like a hungry cat, then pumped me a little more to prolong the feeling.

She looked up, eyes hooded with desire. "I love making you come."

And I love you.

This was worse than pleasuring me at the thought of her. I didn't expect it to be so painful once she was standing in front of me, but it was a thousand times worse.

I finally understood the meaning of masochism, as the sex frenzy faded away. I liked to suffer in the hands of that woman. I liked to love her, but I also loved being used by her. I had missed it.

Val pulled me by the hand and made me sit down next to her. She tenderly kissed me everywhere, caressing me down the waistline. I just let her do everything she wanted, every peck of her lips a sweet, tiny gift of bliss threatening to make my heart stop. She ended the trail at my mouth, and I seized her by the neck, ravaging her lips.

She squeezed my cock, running her hand along its length until it was once again ready for her. I groaned inside her mouth, tightening my grip on her dark brown hair.

I wasn't thinking anymore. I leaned back on the couch and quickly slid the condom in, then pulled her by the hips, and placed her on top of me. Her lips parted, her face bared a pained expression when I slowly slid her down my dick. She clutched my flesh, her breath picking up frantically.

"Am I hurting you?" I whispered and she nervously nodded in confirmation. "Alright... We can go slow, okay? Just try to relax. I won't hurt you... I promise."

She took a deep breath, and I sat up to kiss her neck until she had calmed down and reacted to me. She started rocking her hips back and forth in a torturing rhythm.

"I missed you so much," she purred in my ear, and I thought I was going to be finished right there.

I reached for another kiss, savoring the intimacy I so much had craved over the last year. This was too damn good to be happening. Val cried, pleading for me to go faster and harder and, as a man who lived to please her, I obeyed. I held her hips harder, keeping her still, then pushed inside her as hard as I could. I had to make her come again, I needed to. She screamed my name. It sounded so beautiful in her raspy, broken voice.

"...coming, amore," she cried like she could hear my thoughts.

And just like that, we climaxed in perfect synchrony. Our eyes locked, our tormented voices echoing through the empty apartment. I held her close, afraid to lose her again if I let go. She was the perfect picture of peace for a moment.

But that moment didn't last long, as she suddenly tensed up and tried to untangle from my arms. I tried to hold her but eventually lost my grip. She quickly put her clothes back on, sighing, and her hurry made me feel cheap. I had barely recovered from cumming, and she was already about to take off. I regretted this the moment it was over, and it was obvious she did too. I brought my hands to my face, swearing against them.

"I know," she said. Her voice sounded panicky. "Ash, I'm so sorry--"

"It's alright." I got up and put my pants back on.

"No, I'm a terrible person! I should never have come here. I knew I couldn't resist you."

"Hey, hey! It's okay, skat. I can't resist you either." I went to her. "You don't have to feel like that. I wanted it too."

I tried to hold her, but she recoiled as if my hand was hot metal.

"No, you don't get it... I have to go. Please, tell your parents I'm sorry."

"Val, wait."

She rushed to the door. I tried to make her stay, but she just wouldn't. I pleaded, she insisted... We were speaking at the same time, and she pulled her hand away, closing my own door in my face. I leaned against it, banging my head in frustration.

Fuck... my mother's going to kill me.

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AN: anyone having a Deja Vu?

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