Ayvah coming is my new favorite sight.
There’s a hesitance about it that I should find irritating, because when you’re bringing someone pleasure, you want them to be completely unadulterated, but it comes from her innocence. I could never put my finger on it before, why she seemed so naive despite the life she’s led, but her virginity still being intact at eighteen answers some of the unasked questions. It’s not that she doesn’t want to hand herself over to me, it’s that she doesn’t know how.
But I’ll teach her. It won’t be a hardship to make her come so often and so hard she can’t remember her name, not when she looks like an angel falling from heaven each time she reaches the peak.
Her pussy clamps down around my cock, the muscles fluttering around my length so tightly I can barely thrust through them. I’d like to drag this out forever, stay buried inside her until the day we both die, but unfortunately, my balls have other ideas, and when the tingling in the base of my spine intensifies, I come on a roar. The primal part of me, the monster I hold at bay, tears his way to the forefront and I rut over and over again, coating her pussy with my sticky cum.
Marking her.
She’s mine. All fucking mine.
Ayvah pants beneath me, her chest rising and falling in heavy breaths, but her deep brown eyes are on me. Watching me fall apart above her. Observing the vulnerabilities I hide from the world. Seeing how I feel about her without ever having to hear the words. The emotion is one I never thought I would feel. Never thought a man like me had a right to feel something so powerful. But if I’ve learned anything from my siblings finding their partners, it’s that love comes out of nowhere. It doesn’t matter who you are, or what you’ve done in the past, one day love will find you, and when it does, you’ll be powerless to it.
We stare at one another for long moments, my cock still lodged inside her, our mingled breaths hard and labored, but neither of us says a word. What do you say after sharing something so intimate? There are no words.
“Are you okay?” I finally ask. I roll us until my back hits the mattress, and she’s spread out on top of me, my cock still lodged inside of her. I want to stay buried in her for as long as I can, and more than that, I want her to be full of my cum without the sticky release being able to escape.
She nods on my chest, her deep brown hair covering her cheeks. “Yeah. I’m okay.”
I brush my fingers through the soft strands and tug until she’s forced to look up at me. There’s something playing in her eyes that I don’t like. Doubt maybe. Uncertainty. I can’t put my finger on exactly what it is, but I’ll do everything in my power for the bright, vibrant Ayvah to return. “Did I hurt you?” I don’t want the answer because I’m fucking terrified I did, but I need to know. To the rest of the world, I’m a cold, callous man, but with Ayvah, I’ll do anything and everything to keep her safe, even if that means protecting her from me.
“No.” She shakes her head as much as she can with her hair bundled in my fist. “I mean, I’m a little sore, but I think that’s normal.” She lets out a small laugh before giving me a gentle reassuring smile.
I press a kiss to her forehead. “Let’s go have a shower and then we’ll get some sleep.” Sleep is the last thing on my mind right now, but I need to make sure she’s well rested, especially because I know I won’t be able to keep the beast at bay for long. He’s already craving her sweet cunt and my cock is still softening inside her.
Before she can argue, I lift us both from the bed despite my body feeling fatigued. Sex has always been a means to an end for me, a way to unwind and step away from the stress of my position within the family. I didn’t hesitate to take what I needed from women, and rarely would I give back. But Ayvah is different in so many ways. Her pleasure, her comfort, her needs, they all matter more than my own, and for a man like me that’s foreign.
I walk us to the bathroom and turn the faucet until it’s warm, but not too hot. Once I’m satisfied the spray is perfect, I step us beneath it and we both let out a groan of satisfaction. The water washes over our sated bodies and I hesitantly set her on her feet. As much as I would like to hold her until I can take her back to bed, she won’t like it, and she probably needs some space.
We wash each other in silence. Her soft curves covered in soap suds is enough for my cock to be hard as a rock again, but I won’t take her. Not tonight. She’ll be sore after how rough I was with her and the fact it was her first time.
Ayvah avoids eye contact as she presses the loofa into my chest and draws small circles, spreading the suds across my skin. She’s been quiet ever since we finished, barely murmuring a couple of words and worry swirls around my usually confident demeanor.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin?” I ask, the deep rumble startles her from her daze and forces her eyes up to meet mine.
“It wasn’t a big deal.” She shrugs.
“Of course it was a big deal, baby girl,” I growl. “Why didn’t you feel you could share that with me? You could have at any time over the last couple of weeks, so why didn’t you?”
She swallows and looks down at the loofah in her hands, regret and shame dancing in her features. “I…” But nothing else comes. Instead, Ayvah turns toward the water and steps out of my reach. She regrets what we just did. Of course she does. She’s an innocent light in a city full of darkness, and there’s no one darker than me.
Without conscious thought, I pushed her forward until her heavy breasts pressed into the cool tiles and my body pressed against her back. I tower over her at the best of times, but that’s never been more the case right now. She looks tiny wedged against me, and I imagine we look quite the sight if someone were to walk in right now. “Talk to me, baby girl.”
Her body is still beneath mine, but she’s not afraid. Her breaths come in hard and fast, but it’s not fear that causes her to pant. It’s a mixture of heat and uncertainty. Her body craves mine just the same mine does hers. “I didn’t think you would be interested in a virgin. I’m already so much younger and less experienced than you are. I don’t come from a life like yours. I figured if you didn’t know I was a virgin, I’d be able to hold your interest for longer.”
Before I’m conscious of the movement, I spin her around and push her back into the wall. I bring my fingers up to grip her chin and force her to look at me. She’s been torturing herself with these thoughts, and I need to set the record straight. I can’t have my woman thinking she’s anything other than the center of my entire existence. “Ayvah, I need you to listen to me, and I need to listen real fucking hard,” I rumble. “The fact I just took your virginity just means you’re more mine than I ever could have hoped for. The thought of another man having what belongs to me makes me fucking homicidal, and the fact that there are no other men, that no one else has slid into your tight cunt, only makes me want you more. Do you understand me?”
Her eyes flash with a mixture of fear and heat as she nods her head in understanding.
“As for me losing interest in you.” I shake my head in disbelief that she doesn’t realize just how obsessed with her I’ve become. “Not going to happen. I’ve never so much as considered a relationship. I’ve never considered anything other than sex. But one look at you and I’m moving you into my damn house and losing my fucking mind. You need to put that thought out of your pretty mind, because it’s not even a fucking possibility.” My words are deep and harsh, but I need her to understand just how true they are. I can’t have my woman having any doubts about how I feel about her, or the lengths I will go to in order to keep her safe.
