That night marked that we are officially together.
He extended his stay and since the very night, I spent the remaining nights of his stay with him.
That morning, he asked me to accompany him to the mall. I thought he just needed to buy stuff for him but he’s been looking around trying to find something not found in the grocery store.
He led the way to a stall of rings. He wanted to buy rings for both of us. I told him no. It’s just a waste of money. He insisted. He said it’s for the both of us. He chose a simple, silver ring. I like his style. Among the rings the sales staff offered him, it’s the one I like most. He slid it on my finger and one unto his. He did not mention anything. I just understood what he meant. He just want us to be official.
I stayed with him again that night and the rest of the nights he spent with me.
As the lights went off and we settled into the night, he will always hug me from behind. Minutes later, his hand will travel from my stomach up to my breasts. Feeling them, playing with them. I tried to stop him, saying its time to sleep. But he will just reply with
“Let’s do it so we can sleep easily.”
I don’t have time to say no. He then cup my breasts tighter, pushing his body close to me. As his other hand explores my chest, the other is making its way to my pussy.
I felt aroused everytime he plays with my breasts. I cannot do anything but to cling on to his neck.
Then he will move closer as he make his way on top of me. He always stares at me for some minutes, wanted to see how I react as he explores my body. Then move closer to my face. Kiss me on the lips.
My body seemed to obey on everything he wanted me to do. When he touched his lips through mine, my lips just parted right away welcoming his tongue inside my mouth. There’s a weird sensation whenever he does that. I like the way he roll his tongue thru mine. It’s soft, slimy, and it tasted good. I never expected it. I love it. I love what he’s doing with my body.
I love how he gently licks and sucks my breasts. How he touched them. It tickles but it feels good leaving me wet underneath.
I lost my mind whenever he started taking off my undergarments and parted my thighs so he can slid in between my legs.
It still hurts even his shaft been going in and out of my glory hole. He slides in and out gently at first and then followed by a series of hard thrusts.
I’m lost for words. What I can only do is pant, moan, sigh, breathe heavily and call his name.
Then he stopped and I can feel a warm liquid flowing from him to my insides some of them dripping to my ass.
He instructed me to move in top of him that I obediently do so… I sat on his stomach with my thighs on each sides. He said to move backwards and accomodate his hard stake into my hole. I did and moan as it slide inside me. It hurts real bad. I’ve been impaled with it a lot of times but it still hurts.
As his manhood drill me from underneath, he instructed me to move and even guided my hips on how to do it. I am riding on him. Have both my hands on his chest feeling the hair on it. Then held his arms as he made hard thrusts which causes pain inside of me. He lifted his head to get a gentle bite on my areola. He liked playing with it so I assisted his head with both my arms as if feeding a baby.
I realised I come to love this man. I already surrendered myself to him. My womanhood. I just submitted myself, he did not asked for it. It just happened. He did not only own my body but my mind and heart.
I don’t want this to end, I told myself panting while we are making love. I can see the affection on his face whenever he thrusts himself to me.
Sometimes I’m kind of scared since everytime he is going to come, he say
“Shit, this feels so good” , and asked me if I felt good too. I don’t know what to say. All I can feel is the pain tearing the insides of my womanhood.
After he come while I’m on top of him, he motioned behind me, telling me to crouch on the bed, then the next thing made me to almost shout as he forced himself inside me thru the back. His thrusts are too fast, I can even hear the bed creaks whenever he goes in and out of me. I can feel his hands holding my hips, waist and breasts. He’s fucking me too hard and all I can do is moan, bit my lips so that I cannot shout for it’s too painful.
After minutes of pushing himself into mine, he shoved his hardened shaft roughly inside my hole and some of the seminal fluids fell on the sheets.
I’m panting, he’s panting. He then said
“I love you.”
I moved and faced him, cling unto his neck, wiping the sweat flowing on his forehead and embrace him and replied
” I love you”
That’s the first time I said I love him in person.
He again parted my thighs and shoved himself for another round.
We had such routine, morning and at night. And even in between.
Once I asked him,
“What if I got pregnant?”
To which he replied, ” Then that’s great, we will have a baby.”
I wasn’t scared of getting pregnant. I have a job and I know my family will love the child.
He is so clingy. He wanted to hold my hand every time. I always tell him I am happy when he is inside me even if it hurts. He said it will not hurt if we keep doing it.
Which we really did, but still it hurts.
It seemed to me that his stake grows bigger everytime we do it.
It’s been a wild first meeting, but it draws us closer to each other.
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