SEX WITH THE VIRGIN MAID 18+

“I’m so sorry if i had hurt you Hera. I didn’t know.” His hands reached to caress her thighs softly. He repeated the process over and over again till she went calm under his touch. She stared at him with those eyes that held so many unanswered questions but he only smiled at her in a reassuring manner. He might as well get down on his knees and apologize for scaring her in that manner. He had been trying his very best not to scare her and now, he finally has.

Who would’ve thought that this woman was a virgin at such age. He had thought that those things were myths and tales that only happened in books and movies but Hera was proving him wrong with every step. God just kept on throwing obstacles at him to test his patience and he must commend him for doing such a great job. No pun intended.

“I promise that I’ll be careful this time.” He inched closer to her, making sure to take his precious time so that she doesn’t run away from him. “Trust me, Hera.” He kissed her eyelids, slowly answering the questions in her eyes and kissing away the uncertainty in them.

She laid back on the bed while he kissed her shoulders. When he grazed her neck with his teeth, she gasped, a shiver running through her body. She’s the most responsive woman he’d ever met.

He slipped one long finger into her again. She stiffened but didn’t scrabble away like she did moments ago. He kissed her lips softly while he worked his fingers inside her tight body.

She wrapped around his finger, holding it in a tight grip. He had to prepare her for taking a man of his size so that he doesn’t hurt her. She was so wet, she coated his fingers making it easier for him to thrust in and out of her.

“Ooh…” Hera moaned repeatedly while pleasure cascaded her.

He fingered her until her body started moving on its own accord, seeming to have a mind of its own. He wanted her mindless in pleasure when he’ll take her so that it wouldn’t hurt much. He dipped his head and took a rosy nipple inside his mouth, suckling on it.

Hera was overwhelmed with pleasure she didn’t understand. What was happening to her? She felt herself climbing, climbing, reaching for something she couldn’t comprehend. She fought it even as the feeling tried to overwhelm her. It scared her to pieces.

“Bryce?” She breathed, fear in her eyes even as her body kept thrusting to meet his seeking finger.

“Let go Cara. Allow it to happen.” He encouraged as he dipped his hand and inserted a second finger into her slick body, his mouth tugging on her nipple.

She screamed as her body bowed and her insides clenched in one almost vicious spasm after another. The explosion of pleasure going on inside her was so intense that her surroundings went fuzzy around the edges and then blackness claimed her.

When she came through, she was lying on the blanket with Bryce leaning over her.

Her body was so liquid from pleasure. It was as if reality had completely receded and what she and Bryce were doing was all that existed in the universe at that time. She laid there staring at him, her eyes filled with exhaustion, tiny shivers racing down her body. He’d never watched a woman climax before. He had never cared. But watching Hera come apart in his arms was the most amazing and satisfying sight he’d seen in a long time.

He took pleasure in her pleasure and he planned to give her more and more of that pleasure in the future.

“I want to see you.” He said, his voice strained from unspent pleasure and passion. “All of you. And then i want to taste you.”

“But-”

“Do you trust me, Honey?”

Hera was silent for a while. “Yes.” She choked out a reply.

“Then, relax. I promise to be by your side every step of the way.”

Hera laid latent as Bryce moved into a kneeling position between her legs, pushing her thighs apart and her knees up. She had never been this open to a man but Bryce wanted to see her and after the pleasure he had given her, she couldn’t deny him.

Watching him look at her was unbearably weird and embarrassing. It made her feel vulnerable but his expression was so clear and intent, so filled with desire.

His eyes showered approval down on her, warming her insides as effectively as his touching did. Then he leaned down and kissed her until her body was involuntarily straining up toward his, seeking the contact of skin to skin. She wrapped her arms around him, reveling in the feel of his hot strength beneath her fingers.

She moaned when he broke the kiss but he moved down her body again, kissing and licking her everywhere. The things he did to her belly button made her cry out in pleasure. It was simply too much.

“Bryce, I can’t handle this.” She cried out in a desperate plea for release.

“I must taste you.”

That was all the one she got before his head delved between her legs and his tongue took the place of his thumb.

She called out his name desperately. Her voice thready with need and a fear she was despairing trying not to feel. He flipped her clit, licking her repeatedly. Her musky scent of arousal caressing his nose.

She arched her pelvis upward, pressing herself to his mouth. “Bryce, I can’t stand it! It’s too much. You’ve got to do something.” She gasped out as she tried to press her legs together.

He slid his hands between her legs, pushing her thighs apart just as if she wasn’t trying to push them together as hard as she could. His strength would’ve astonished her if she wasn’t already dazzled by his expertise at loving.

Exerting pressure until her muscles were stretched just to this side of pain, he relentlessly opened her body completely to hs questing mouth.

“Oh God!” She gasped as he kissed her swollen, slick flesh with his tongue until she was straining against the hold of his hands on her thighs and her fingers were buried in his hair, pulling and pushing from one second to another. Then he took her highly sensitized swollen nub between his teeth and sucked in hard suction.

She felt the feeling again, starting from deep inside her. She shattered into a million tiny pieces, her screams echoing around them. Bucking around the tongue that would not stay still, mini tremors shook her body, keeping every muscle in her body tense. She began to sob. The pleasure was just too much.

“Stop. Bryce, please!” She sobbed.

He lifted his mouth and she collapsed back onto the blanket. Her body trembled from head to foot. He kissed the inside of both of her thighs and then her now damp tiny curls with his lips. “Cara, you are amazing.”

He got up and removed the remains of his clothing, he got in between her legs which fell apart languidly for him. He kissed her again, mating with her tongue. She tasted herself on his lips as he sucked on her. He wanted her mindless and drowning in pleasure so that she doesn’t pay attention to anything around when he took her.

Lost in her own world, he positioned himself between her legs. He placed his manhood at her entrance then, he pushed himself inside her, he felt the thin barrier. He wished there was another way to protect her from the pain that will eventually come but there wasn’t. Still kissing her, in one long stroke, he pushed past the barrier and buried himself home.

Hera tore her mouth away from his and cried out. It hurts. She felt like she’d been torn apart, like she’d been cut by a hot knife.

“It burns.” She whimpered, blinking back the tears threatening to spill.

“I’m so sorry, Hera. It’ll never hurt again, I promise, Sweetheart.” He groaned, calling her his little stars and any other endearment that his brain could think of. He held a tight grip over his control, holding himself still to allow her tight body to grow accustomed to the invasion even as her inner muscle protested, wrapping around him tightly. He gritted his teeth to keep from coming then and there. She was like a tight fist.

He kissed her pain-etched face, kissing her lips. He caressed her breast also until she started responding to his kiss. He withdrew from her almost completely and thrust in again slowly.

He repeated the process for sometime, until she flexed her body to meet his slow steady thrusts, moaning softly in her throat. He started to plunge into her with powerful thrusts. Each stroke hit some secret spot inside of her body that made her shudder with pleasure over and over again. She drew up with each thrust, moving with him.

The sensation grew more and more devastating until her cries grow louder, she bit the back of her palm in an attempt to shut herself up. A muffled scream vibrated around her throat as she splintered apart, explosions going off inside her with the power of a nuclear reactor in meltdown. Her body contracted around his hardness and she bowed up against him with more strength than she knew she had, lifting them both off the bed.

“You are incredible, Cara.” He drawled out, his voice edged with need. Sweetie, you’re incredible.

“No more please.” She begged. She really didn’t think she can take more. She had never thought that something as painful as what she had experienced would also be as powerful as this to throw her entire being off balance.

He smiled down at her, “One last time, honey.

She groaned. He had showed her that her body was capable of prolonged pleasure, she had never known anything like this. It was indescribably sweet and devastatingly powerful, both too much. The only sounds she could force out of her tight throat were unintelligible groans.

And he didn’t stop, didn’t even slow down. How could any person maintain such powerful action for so long?Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

More tension built low in her belly and this time she was determined not to go through the cataclysmic explosion alone. She wrapped her trembling legs around his hips, her quivering arms around his neck, and then stretched up so she could take his nipple into her mouth.

Those actions were impulsive, she didn’t even know what she was doing.

She bit him gently and caressed him with her tongue. When she started sucking, he went rigid and then flooded her with pulsing heat while his shout rang in her ears. She followed him.

“Bryce!” She screamed out his name. A raw scream drawn from deep inside her, her body convulsed again, this time sharing the experience so completely with him that she felt like they were one person.

She didn’t faint, but she was light-headed and it was all she could do to keep her arms wrapped around him. She felt like overcooked spaghetti noodles.

He went to pull away, but she held him to her. Barely. Her arms trembling in exhaustion. “Please, Don’t leave me.” She whispered softly, the wave of drowsiness calling out to her.

“I am too heavy, Baby.”

She clinged onto him. “No. You aren’t.” Her eyes blinking sleepily.

“I am, Sweetheart.” His smile was so gentle. He held her body and in one swift motion, he rolled over. She laid down on top of him.

“Now, go to sleep, Cara. Tomorrow is a new day.” He kissed her temple, and looked down at her. Hera was already fast asleep.

This was usually the period when he gets up to scramble for his clothes. This was usually the time he said goodbye. But surprisingly, with this woman who slept angelically and very exhausted in his arms, he didn’t want to leave her.

Not tonight. Maybe not ever.