Buying The Virgin Part 1-3 novel Chapter 5

I have always thought that a man would simply plunge inside me, but instead, he traces the outline of my pussy with his fingers, circling my wetness. Laid back as I am, I cannot properly see what he is doing, but the feeling is exquisite. For one brief moment, I feel something slip inside me, and then out again. I gasp and meet his eyes to see him sucking his fingers clean. “You taste wonderful Charlotte,” he says. “Soon you will taste of me when I come inside you, but first…”

Again, he leans forward, and I feel the heat of his breath lingering over my clit and pussy, making me squirm with pleasure. Grabbing me by the hips, he holds me still, pinning me to the pillow and now takes me in his mouth, sucking on my bud, gently, oh so gently. But it does not feel gentle. Electric pleasure pierces me. I scream because I do not know what else to do as my Master flicks and tongues at me, the wet heat of his licking and sucking combining with my own pussy juices.

Something arises within me. I do not know what it is, but it is there, welling up inside me: a tension. Something within me wants to explode. Helplessly, I arch my back, feet on my Master’s back, tensing my legs as I strain to escape/embrace this astonishing feeling.

My Master’s lips curl around my engorged pussy, his tongue plunging within. He licks and probes, and, I think, I feel his fingers slip in also. I cannot tell. I am lost in the upsurge within me.

Explosively, my orgasm comes, and I finally understand his comment “If you’re not sure, then the answer’s ‘No’.”

I convulse and writhe, moaning, almost shrieking, lost to the pulsing pleasure erupting through my cunt, belly and thighs. My Master is still tongue-fucking me, and it is becoming…

…unbearable…

“Stop! Stop! Please, Master…”

Instantly he pulls away, releasing me, allowing my legs to drop back to the bed.

For timeless moments I lie back, eyes screwed shut, still captive to the throbbing of my pussy, gasping and twitching as the feeling ebbs and fades.

Regaining my breath, beginning to feel the world around me again, I open my eyes, to see my Master sitting on the edge of the bed, watching me, grinning broadly.

“So, you enjoyed your first orgasm?” He looks like the cat that got the cream.

I try to nod, twitching again as an aftershock runs through my sex. “Yes. It was wonderful Master.”

I am wondering what happens next. I feel sated, relaxed. I could lie here and think of rainbows. However, my Master is waiting. His cock is upright. Watching it, I see it quiver to his pulse, and there is a droplet at the tip.

“Stay there,” he says. “Just relax. Your body is as ready for me as it’s ever going to be.”

My hips still rest on the pillows, arching me slightly as my knees are eased apart again, my Master positioning himself on top of me. His cock brushes against my wet and tender clit, and lips, then probes my entrance.

Is this where it hurts? I tense.

“Shhh…” he says, stroking my hair, kissing me softly on the lips. “Calm down. It’s alright…” And he slides inside me, slowly, delicately. In, then out, in, then out, a little deeper each time, until he is fully sheathed within me. There is no pain, only a sensation of slick stretching, of being filled.

Panting and shuddering under him, I take my Master within me. His rhythm increases, faster and harder. Abruptly, my body knows what to do, and I move with him, arching and rocking to meet him as he thrusts, deeper and harder. It does hurt, but I want this pain. He bangs against my inner walls, but my body welcomes him as he pounds into me.

I want to keep my eyes closed but, glancing up, see that he is watching me, gauging me, taking my measure as he takes me.

“Are you alright Charlotte?” His voice is breathless, ragged.

“Yes, Master. I’m fine.” And it’s true. I want to smile, to rejoice at this glorious feeling. My hands explore his back and shoulders, sheened with perspiration. I scent the smell of sweat and lust and sex in his hair, and, reaching up to kiss, taste him as we meet open-mouthed.

His eyes close, and his head bows, face buried beside mine in a sea of my hair. He shudders, his hips bucking into me, pressing hard in as he gasps and groans.

Then he simply flops onto me and for a moment, I am taking his full weight before he remembers himself and raises up on his elbows.

Pulling out of me, he rolls to one side, smiling at me, takes my chin in one hand and kisses me. “Charlotte. Thank you. That was unforgettable.”

“Master. Thank you. I was so nervous. But, you made it, just so…” I don’t know what to say, so I settle for “Can we just lie here for a few minutes? Is that okay?”

“Of course it is. We’ll just enjoy the moment, shall we?” he smiles.

We lie together in a naked embrace, arms loosely linked.

“No regrets Charlotte?”

“No Master. None.”