Sofia's body was on top of mine, light and warm. Her blonde hair fell like a golden cascade around my face, and I could feel her hurried breathing brushing against my skin. Her green eyes were hypnotizing, shining under the dim light. There, I understood that there was no turning back; I had accepted crossing the line with her. Sofia tilted her head toward me, and the warmth of her lips finally covered mine. They were extremely soft, but the contact was different from what I had imagined.
The kiss was rough, a little clumsy and strange. Her movements were those of a beginner who barely knew what to do with her mouth or tongue. I tried to adapt to her way, to guide the moment, but the lack of synchronization made me stop.
"Wait, Sofia," I said, gently pulling our faces apart to cut the kiss.
"It was my first kiss…" she confessed, her face instantly turning red. "I saved all my first times for you."
Those words hit hard. A sudden heat spread through my chest. Sofia was twenty years old, had been the popular girl in high school, and was desired by a legion of men. Knowing that she had gone through all those years waiting for me, so that I would be the only one, brought an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. It was a mix of pride and possession that I couldn't explain. If that was her first kiss, it meant that today would also be her first time having sex.
Realizing that changed my state of mind; now I needed to take the reins. I'm no "sex master," but I have much more experience than she does. Carefully, I moved my body so that we sat on the bed. Sofia stayed straddling me, face to face, her knees sinking into the mattress.
"I'm going to teach you," I whispered, holding her face. "Follow my rhythm. When I open my mouth, you open yours… move your tongue slowly, following mine. Understand?"
"Okay," she nodded, eager.
Once again, our lips connected. But this time, Sofia was attentive. Her mouth followed mine in perfect synchrony, opening at the right moment while her tongue slid timidly over mine, discovering the way. Before long, she not only understood the technique but found her own way of kissing me. The mood heated up fast. She wrapped her arms around my body, pressing our torsos together tightly.
I felt the weight and softness of her breasts pressed against my chest, and that physical sensation shot my arousal through the roof. I felt my cock throb and rise hard. We kept kissing tirelessly, a deep, wet kiss. I took advantage of it to slide my hands over her body, feeling the texture of her white, thick thighs. It felt like a dream; I never imagined that one day I would be entwined with her like this. An inexplicable feeling of conquest took over me.
I broke the kiss when we started to run out of breath. Sofia looked at me with an expression that mixed lust and surrender; her face was flushed, and in the depths of those green eyes I saw the intense love she felt for me.
"Lie down on the bed," I ordered.
Following my orders without hesitation, Sofia lay down, surrendering to what would come next. She was lying there, her chest rising and falling with short breaths. My eyes traced her body, still covered by the silk pajamas. I began to unbutton her blouse slowly, feeling the tips of my fingers brush against the warm skin of her belly. When the piece opened, I revealed her full breasts, with pink nipples already stiff from the cold and desire. She gave a small jolt when my hands wrapped around the soft flesh, but soon relaxed, letting out a low moan.
I pulled her little shorts down, sliding them along her thick legs until she was completely naked before me. What I saw took my breath away. Sofia was perfect. Between her thighs, I saw her pussy—small, very pink, and already shining with the moisture she couldn't hide. The contrast of her white skin with the rosy tone of her lips was the most exciting sight I had ever seen.
"You're beautiful, Sofia… more than I imagined," I whispered, making her blush even more.
"Luke… I'm a little scared, but I really want it to be you," she replied, her voice trembling.
I knelt between her legs, gently spreading them. I brought my face closer to that sacred place and felt her sweet, natural scent mixed with the smell of her arousal. Without warning, I touched the tip of my tongue to her clit.
"Ah!" Sofia jolted on the bed, her hands grabbing the sheets tightly.
I began the oral slowly, tasting her. My tongue worked in circular motions, exploring every fold of that pink, tight pussy. She was so sensitive that every lick made her whole body tremble. I started alternating between long licks and firmer suction on her clit, hearing the sound of the wetness I was creating.
"My God, Luke… what is this…" she moaned, her head shaking from side to side.
I slid two fingers inside her while continuing the oral. She was so tight it felt like I was the first to really touch her there. Sofia began to arch her back, pushing her pussy against my face, seeking more contact. I could feel her taste growing stronger, a sign that she was getting close. I used my tongue more vigorously, feeling her walls pulse around my fingers.
"Luke, I'm going to… I think I'm going to…" she couldn't finish the sentence.
Sofia's body froze for a second and then collapsed. The spasms of her orgasm hit my face as she moaned loudly, not caring if anyone might hear. Her pussy throbbed against my mouth, and I stayed there until the last tremor passed, savoring the honey that flowed from her.
She was breathing as if she had run a marathon, her green eyes now clouded with pure pleasure.
"I never imagined… that I would feel something like this," she said, her voice faltering as she looked up at me.
I positioned myself between her legs, feeling the heat rising from Sofia's body. My arms supported my weight over her, but our chests were already pressed together, sweat on sweat. Her blonde hair was spread across the pillow, creating a golden frame around the face that looked at me with an almost disturbing adoration. I felt my cock throbbing, rigid and aching, pressing against her entrance, still sensitive from the oral.
With a slow and careful movement, I began to push. The moment the head forced its way in, I felt the clear resistance of her virginity. Sofia let out a sharp moan that died into a long sigh, and her body jolted, her hands rising to my shoulders and her nails digging deep into my skin. I stopped immediately, feeling the excessive tightness and heat of a place that had never been touched before.
"Does it hurt a lot?" I whispered, kissing her forehead, which was furrowed.
She shook her head, opening her green eyes that shone with a mix of tears and a possessive glint.
"Don't stop, Luke… It hurts. But if it's you, it's okay."
I took a deep breath and continued the movement, feeling her tissue stretch to the limit to accommodate me. When I reached the bottom, I felt an addictive pressure. I began to move in short, slow thrusts, feeling the friction of her skin against mine. The sound was wet, a muffled "slap" every time our hips met. Sofia began to relax, pleasure replacing the initial pain, and her moans grew lower and hoarser, vibrating against my neck as she wrapped her legs around me, trying to fuse herself to me.
After some time at that rhythm, I helped her sit up. I pulled Sofia onto my lap, letting her straddle me. Her legs, white and thick, wrapped around my waist with surprising strength, trapping me as if she were a predator securing her prey. In that position, our faces were millimeters apart, and my cock went in with a depth that made her arch her back and let out a silent gasp.
Sofia began to rise and fall, slamming down hard. The weight of her body against mine created a sensation of total fullness. She held my face with both hands, her palms warm, and forced me to look straight into her eyes.
"Are you feeling this?" she asked, her voice trembling with desire.
"I am, Sofia."
Every time she came down, the grip of her inner walls seemed to milk me, a hot suction that ran up my spine. I felt the softness of her breasts bouncing against my chest, the stiff nipples scraping against my skin. The kiss that followed was urgent, tasting of surrender and a hint of her desperation. Sofia kissed me as if she were drinking my soul, while her hips kept a frantic up-and-down rhythm that left me dizzy.
For the final moment, I guided her to get on all fours. Sofia lowered her torso, pressing her chest to the mattress while keeping her ass raised, offering herself completely. The sight of that pale skin, marked by my hands, and her entrance, now pink and very open from use, was the most exciting scene of my life.
I lined up behind her and entered in one thrust. The impact made Sofia let out a muffled scream into the pillow. I started pounding hard, brutal and fast thrusts that made her whole body shake. My hands went to her hips, pulling her back against me with each thrust, making sure I went as deep as possible.
The sound in the room was just the noise of flesh colliding and heavy breathing. Sofia, even from behind, turned her face to try to look at me, a feverish look of someone in total ecstasy. "That… mark me, Luke! Make me feel like you'll never leave my body!" she shouted between disconnected moans.
Her interior began to spasm violently, a sign that she was having another orgasm. That frantic grip was the end for me. I felt my cock throb, expanding inside her, and with one final thrust that united us completely, I came. It was a hot, prolonged release that I felt flowing and filling every part of her.
Sofia clenched around me, letting out one last long, high moan before collapsing face down. I fell on top of her, our sweaty bodies stuck together, the smell of sex and absolute surrender filling the air. We stayed silent, just listening to our hearts beating at the same rhythm, while she whispered softly, like a mantra:
"I love you… Luke… I love you."
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