"I... I've never done this before," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper.
He stood smiling down at her, his thumb brushing her cheek. "It's okay. I'll guide you. Just do what feels natural."
Reaching out, her small hand wrapped around the base of his manhood.
"That's it," he encouraged, "Now, lean in and take the head into your mouth. Just a little at a time."
She did as he instructed, her lips parting to take him in. He was warm and smooth, and she could taste a slight saltiness. She pulled back slightly, looking up at him for confirmation.
"You're doing great," he assured her, his hand gently tangling in her hair. "Take a little more this time. Let your tongue do all the work first."
"Um.. O... Okay." She took him deeper, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head.
"That's it!" He groaned, his hips bucking slightly, pushing him further into her mouth. She pulled back, coughing.
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"Sorry. I got carried away. Just go at your own pace."
Nodding, she took him into her mouth again, this time with more confidence. Her head bobbed, taking him deeper. Her throat stretched to welcome him further.
"That feels so good," he moaned.
Feeling hornier by his words, she increased her pace, her hand and mouth working in unison. She could feel his body tensing, his breaths coming in short, gasps.
His grip on her hair tightened slightly as he began to move his hips in sync with her movements, fucking her mouth with increasing intensity.
"Your lips is so fucking perfect," he groaned, his eyes rolling back slightly. "I could get used to this."
"Neve," he warned, his voice strained. "I'm close. If you don't want me to finish in your mouth, you should stop now."
"I can take it... Do as you wish," she responded, wanting to make him happy and return the pleasure he gave her before.
He didn't hesitate. With a sudden, throb, his muscle tensed
"ARGGGH" He exploded in her mouth, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm.
She choked, eyes glistening with tears, overwhelmed by the taste and warmth of the sticky substance.
For a moment, she wanted to spit it out, but Luck held her cheek.
"Open your mouth. I want to see it," he commanded.
As she obeyed, it spilled over her cheek, mixing with her own saliva.
The mess clung to her lips, and despite everything, she looked almost too adorable—eyes wide, cheeks flushed, trying her best to look fine.
In the end, she swallowed every drop, her throat working slowly as she looked up at him, waiting for his reaction.
"Neve," he breathed, his voice filled with emotion. "I love you."
She smiled, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "I'm glad I could make you feel good," she said softly. "And I love you too."
Luck helped her to her feet, pulling her into a tight embrace. "You have no idea how much that meant to me,"
For a moment, they stayed like that—breath close, hearts racing.
Slowly, he guided her back toward the bed. Gently, he rolled her onto the soft sheets, his body settling over hers, his base pressing between her thighs.
She could feel it pressing against her slit, a reminder of the passion that still burned between them.
Leaning down, he captured her lips in a deep, hungry kiss. His hands moved over her body, exploring every curve.
"You taste so good. I want to fuck you so bad right now," he murmured against her lips, his "Tell me you want this too."
She arched, her breath hitching as his hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her sensitive nipples.
"I want this. If it's going to be my first time, then I want it to be with the man I love." Her voice trembled, but her eyes held nothing but certainty.
"Are you sure you won't regret it?" he asked, his breath warm against her skin.
"I don't care anymore." She reached up with trembling fingers.
His hands moved to her hips, gripping them tightly as he positioned himself at her entrance.
This time, there was no hesitation. He thrust into her deeply, filling her completely.
She cried out, her nails digging into his back as she wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper.
Blood from her broken hymen coated his base and dripped onto the bedsheet, but neither of them paid it any mind.
Right now, all they could focus on was the connection between them—real, and overwhelming.
She was his, and his alone.
He began to move, his hips thrusting against hers in a steady rhythm
"Neve, I shall make you moan like the princess you are. Let me worship your body as it deserves."
She blushed at his words, her breath hitching in anticipation. "Yes, my lord,"
Their roleplaying added a touch of humor to the serious moment, making them smile between soft, lingering kisses.
He increased his pace, his body slamming into hers with a force that sent the headboard banging against the wall.
The room was filled with the sounds of their passion—the wet slapping of their bodies, their ragged breaths, and her moans of pleasure.
"Ahh… ahh… You can move faster… I'll be okay," she whispered between gasps, her voice soft and shy as his tip pressed deeper inside her walls.
They continued, lost in each other—kissing, biting at skin, licking necks and earlobes.
Her body slowly adjusted, her pussy beginning to remember the size and shape of him with every movement.
With a final, deep thrust, he came, his body shuddering as he spilled himself inside her.
He collapsed on top of her, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.
She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close, their bodies slick with sweat and their hearts beating in sync.
He propped himself up on his elbows, looking down at her with a satisfied smile.
"That was amazing." he commented, his thumb gently stroking her cheek.
She smiled back, her eyes shining with happiness and contentment. "I love you,"
[DING!]
[MISSION COMPLETE]
[REWARD: GOLD BOX]