4- "Relax, silly girl!"

There was a palpable air of darkness inside the room. My eyes were couldn't see anything but the rest of my senses were active. To my nose, his manly fragrance and menthol breath was overwhelming. While my ears were able to pick up our sighs and grunts with relative ease. And, of course, our sense of taste and touch, which benefited from the sensual acts we shared.

He became even more hostile after I slithered my leg around his waist. Carelessly, he tore the strap off my dress and proceeded to give me a quick kiss on the neck and all the way down to my cleavage.

A hand reached down and grabbed my butt, and he pulled me up as if I weighed nothing compared to his strength. To keep from falling, I clung to the back of his neck. He fondled my chest.

"Your body's perfect," he whispered huskily.

He was softening my body to the point where I thought I might just melt.

He smoothed my straight hair back with his hand and ran his fingers along my back. After he unhooked my bra, he sucked on my breasts like they were made exclusively for his hungry mouth.

One by one, I breathed in the resulting sensation. Truth be told, I was used to being kissed by men, I've done it before with my exes, though never to this extreme. If someone else kissed me in the past, it was only on the lips and I didn't let them go down even to my neck so I didn't know what this man had that I just could let him hold me and possess me like this. This was the first time I'd felt this way. Lustful, erotic, charmed. Only with this hot stranger!

"Oh!" While he was busy tasting my right mound, I felt his hand squeeze my left boob, and I let out a groan.

As his hardness struck my stomach, I felt a fiery blaze of heat. Goodness gracious!

Without a word, he suddenly switched his work. He was playfully licking my boobs with his wet tongue, going back and forth to the left and right.

"Ah! Oh!" I couldn't really stop myself from moaning out loud.

My dress, along with my bra, seemed to be on the floor as his lips moved back up my neck. I was left wearing only my panties. To make me feel even more teased, he ran his palm slowly down the center of my chest, across my abdomen, and into the top lace of my bikini bottom.

"Oh, come on!" I gasped.

He chuckled at the tip of my ear. "Come what?"

"Pleasure me,” I demanded but it sounded almost like a plea.

He grinned. "As you wish!"

The sensation of his hand going down to play with the bottom of my panty with his middle finger caused me to gasp more. What he was doing was gentle and steamy, intimate and provocative.

"Oh, please!" I almost cried with the anticipation building inside me.

It was the first time I had ever looked forward to a man touching me, and it did not disappoint. It was a completely new experience for me, and I loved it. I just wasn't sure if the urge would be the same if I did it to other men. The only thing I knew for sure was that it was foreign to me and yet I got intoxicated completely!

When he reached my most sensitive part inside my panty and ran his finger on my c*nt while giving me tender love bites on the neck, I was nearly knocked out from a series of sighs my lips released.

"Faster please!"

"I didn't know that an arrogant girl like you actually knows how to beg!" he stated with a mocking grin.

"Just please make it faster now!”

Instead of complying with my request, he seemed to increase my desire by moving his fingers slowly over my flesh, building up my excitement to the point where I thought I might lose my mind.

"Damn it!" I hissed angrily.

He was making me impatient and I was nearly getting mad!

"Relax, silly girl!” He chuckled sexily. No plans of getting things easier for me, huh!

After a while, he finally sped up what he was doing as I wanted. The erotic chills of what he was giving me made me dizzy and my head spun left and right. A minute later, an explosive buildup of pressure took place!

"Ahhhh!” I screamed and moaned in pure pleasure.

I hit my peak, but he didn't stop or even slow down, so I lost track of how many times I felt my body explode.

He wasted no time in leading me to the bed. He took off his coat, shirt, and belt with no trouble at all. I even assisted in undressing his pants, at which point he did remove his boxers and I removed the final item of his clothing—his brief.

As he laid me down on the comfy bedsheet, he once again claimed my lips. He put his hands on my legs to separate them and then knelt down in the middle. He bent over and touched his hard chest to mine. Our bodies brushed and I found him on top of me, doing me...

When he was ready to make his move on me, he kissed my neck and then guided his manhood to my folds. He entered me so quickly and carelessly that I almost fainted from the pain and I clung desperately to the bedsheet for dear life!

"Ah! Damn you! Be gentle!" As I yelled at him, tears streamed down my face.

In his stunned state, I could hear his breaths coming one after the other. "What in the world! You're a virgin?" he asked in bewilderment.

"Yes! So, please, take me gently!”

He heaved a deep sigh, as though the knowledge that this was my first experience with this kind of touch had aroused him, even more, to do so.  He was the very first man I ever allowed to take me!