Page 51 of Until We Meet Again

She steps back from me, and I watch as she gradually removes every piece of clothing she wears. Her gaze never leaves mine as she confidently bares herself to me, giving me something that means so much to her. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are, Tessa?"

"Can you show me?" I've met a lot of beautiful women, but she's exquisite—so innocent but also not—and I long to consume her, to push her limits until she succumbs to my touch, leaving her thoroughly addicted to the ecstasy that only I can give her.

"Lie down, sweetheart." She moves onto the bed, gently resting her head back. Her golden hair cascades across the soft fabric of my pillow, making her look like a goddess in my sheets.

I undress at the edge of the bed and wonder how the hellI'll keep it together when I slide inside her.

Embarrassing myself in front of her by being a two-pump chump isn't what I'm going for today.

I position myself on the bed, and as she slowly parts her legs, I crawl over her body, with my arms resting beside her face. Her intoxicating scent, a mixture of her arousal and perfume, draws me in, drugging me. Her body trembles beneath me as the tip of my bare cock grazes against the tiny patch of hair that lies on her, and I swear I'm already halfway there with just one touch.

Our noses delicately brush against one another, our mouths are only a breath away, and when I lightly place my hand between her thighs, I find her already wet. Dropping my lips to hers, I swallow her moans and brush my tongue against hers.

I take my time to explore her body, starting with her nipples, teasing them until they reach their peak. She runs her hands through my hair as I trail my tongue down her body, flicking her belly ring—which is so fucking sexy it drives me out of my mind—and once I'm at the apex of her thighs, I brush my tongue over her skin, soaking up any moisture that's pooled there before taking one long, slow lick of her pussy.

"You're fucking perfection,” I say as I stare down at her, and when I look up, I see that her lips are slightly parted, and her heavy lids are fixed on me.

My mouth makes love to her cunt, and when I open my eyes, I gaze up at her. "Oh god, Zane,” she moans out. She arches her head against the pillows, gripping the sheets tightly as I pleasure her.

"I'm not making you come yet, sweetheart, but I need you on the edge," I whisper, withdrawing my lips from her.

"Please tell me you're joking." I laugh sympathetically, but part of me enjoys hearing her this needyfor me.

"I need you to trust me, Tessa." I draw back and sheathe my cock before sliding over her body, unable to stop my lips from tugging on that damnpiercing for the second time.

When I line up with her entrance, I slowly press against her, exhaling as I feel her walls begin to grip every inch of me.

"Fuck you're tight." Her face twists, and it isn't from pleasure. It's from pain—pure pain from this intrusion, and I hate it. I fucking despise it, especially when I've never felt anything so incredible in my entire life. "Try to relax for me, Tessa." She does what I ask, taking long, deep breaths. "Now, be a good girl and make yourself come."

She lowers her hand between us, and thankfully I got her close enough to the edge that it only takes seconds for her pussy to start pulsing around the tip of my cock. As her orgasm hits, I wait for that initial feeling of pleasure to wash over her before pushing into her, breaking her in, and completely stripping her of her virginity.

"Holy fuck, shit, fuck, Zane." I stop and sit inside her, her nails digging into the muscles in my arms.

"Do you want me to stop?"

I'd rather get shot in the balls than stop, but this is all about her.

She gives mea determined head shake, and I slowly move, feeling her nails pressdeeper into my skin.

"Sweetheart…" Being this close to her—as close as two people can get—feels fucking phenomenal, but I need her to enjoy it with me, which she will eventually do, but right now, I’m only causing her pain.

"Don't stop. I need you to keep going."

I'm so proud of her, but she must know how much this kills me. Admittedly, I'm not small, and maybe I was the wrong dick to start with, but here we are, and she's trying her hardest to endure it.

"Use my body. Draw blood if you need to but use me to help with the pain." I rest my forehead against hers while I move inside her.

She wraps her arms around my back as I slide in deeper, her nails dragging a path down my skin, causing a pleasurable pain that I can't help but enjoy.

"Look at me, Tessa." As her face meets mine, I find tears in her eyes. "That's enough for today.I want you to healas soon as possible." And if I stay inside her any longer, I'm going to come, which is the last thing I want.

I gently withdraw from her, taking my time, and immediately cover her with a blanket. "Wait there, don't move." I get up, head straight for the bathroom, and discover blood on the condom, which I quickly dispose of before running a bath for her. When I return to the bedroom, I find her still in the same position.

"Put your arms around my neck." I lift her up like a princess and press my lips to hers, drawing her attention away from the blood on the sheets and onto me. Blood doesn't bother me at all, but my only concern is making sure she never feels uncomfortable.

I carry her into the bathroom, where the air is filled with lavender and jasmine, and the tub is practically overflowing with bubbles.

"You did this for me?"

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