3. Love at First S*x

Tallulah's POV

He paused to watch me, even after I had given him the permission to fuck me. His soft brown orbs were filled with care, and his touch had become very gentle. He had been so confident since I met him until this moment. It was almost as if he was afraid that he might hurt me.

But I didn't want to be treated like an egg. I didn't want him to see me as fragile. I wanted him to plunge his dick into me like he would do to any other woman. I wished he would just shut his mind and fuck me senseless.

Yes, it was my first time. And yes, I wanted it to be special. But even if he was the stranger I had met minutes ago, I saw him as the special person I wanted to embark on this adventure with.

I gently reached out my hand, caressing his cheeks. My other arm slipped underneath his muscles, pulling me towards him. Then I kissed him sensually, rubbing my nose against his. My nipples touched his chest as our mouths danced together in a perfect order.

This kiss wasn't just a lustful attempt to get him to fuck me. It was unique, and it felt like our mouths were made to be interlocked.

I'm pretty sure he felt it too. Our connection was evident in the way his tongue wrapped around mine, as our bodies moved in a harmonic motion.

This wasn't some drunken sex that I was going to regret the next morning. My body, heart and mind wanted him, and I wanted him to understand that.

“Mark, I'm certain that I want this. I want you.”

He nodded, and lay me back on the bed, slightly brushing his thumb against my lips. His fingers drew imaginary lines on my chins as his eyes bore holes through me.

“Lula, I know I've said this a hundred times, but I can't stop confessing to you how beautiful you are. I don't only want you now, but I want you today, tomorrow, and the day after that.”

I held his hand and pressed his palm against my chin, feeling the warmth on my face.

“I want you forever too.”

He slowly backed away from me until he stood upright, letting me adore his build. He removed his singlet and took down his peach boxers, unveiling his hammer.

My body began to quiver and my lungs released ragged breaths when I sighted his fully erect cock. It was so hard that it barely dangled as he climbed the bed to join me.

He reached for the strands of my panties, pulling it down my laps. And I lifted my waist off the bed so he could easily remove it.

At last, we were both completely naked, with our bare skins rubbing against each other, making our insides warm.

I spread my legs, giving him a perfect view of my dripping pussy. And he played with my clit once again, causing soft moans to escape my lips. I could feel his warm, energetic cock touching the sides of my thighs, as his fingers creamed themselves with my moist cunt.

Then his hands rested on the bed at either side of my waist, and his body obscured the light from my gaze. He reached down, and I felt the curved head of his dick, kissing the entrance to my moist entrance.

He lifted it up, and gently pushed it into my tight pussy. I could feel the walls of my vagina, clenching itself around him as he slowly pushed his waist forward, filling every diameter of space inside my tight pussy.

“Oh, fuck!” I moaned. But I lost my voice when he kissed me, letting my moans escape into his mouth.

He groaned, and for a brief moment, I felt his cock swell up inside of me, stretching my insides. I winced.

“I'm sorry. Does it hurt?” His soothing voice made me calm.

I nodded.

“A bit, but I'm fine. Please don't stop.”

My arms slipped around his shoulders, and my fingers caressed back as he filled me up. His lips kissed my neck and nibbled my earlobes, and he whispered.

“Lula, I think I'm in love with you.”

Without letting me digest or reply to his words, he pulled out halfway, and gently plunged himself back into me. It was fucking sexy.

My eyes widened, and my breaths became a series of ragged messes, as he fucked me at a slow but steady pace.

How do I even describe this feeling? It was amazing. It felt like I was floating upon the clouds and drowning in a pool of honey at the same time. And when I opened my eyes, he was right there, staring into my view. His gaze slightly moved with every blink, admiring my chins, lips and lashes.

I rolled my eyes in pleasure and arched my back to meet the pace of his thrusts, which slowly increased with every stroke. Our stomachs met and his arm grabbed my waist, lifting my body up. That's when our teamwork began.

We moved in opposite directions, and the puzzle completed itself. My ass grinded against his laps as I rode his dick, while he slammed into my pussy, perfectly holding me up at an acute angle. I could hear the sounds of claps and thumps as we fucked. The ecstasy was thrilling and I cherished every second.

He groaned and whispered cuss words in an arousing manner. I felt his hammer twitch, and he grabbed me tighter.

“Lula… I think I'm gonna.. Ah!”

I felt his loads shoot into me, and it triggered me. I clenched his arm and my hair fell backwards, enabling my erratic breaths to escape my open mouth.

“Fuck!” I moaned, letting my juices fly out of my pussy, bathing his dick.

I held on to him, and for some seconds, we remained in that position with his dick still inside me.. He pulled out of me and I lay back on the bed beside him. I shifted towards him to rest on his chest, and he welcomed me with open arms.

“That’s the best kiss I've ever had.” He voiced.

“Me too.” I whispered.

I could feel his gaze still fixed on me. His grip tightened and he pressed his lips against my forehead, making a kissing sound.

“Not bad for your first time, huh. I see you're also a fast learner.”

I grin sheepishly, pressing my face against his chest so he doesn't notice how much I'm blushing right now.

Then he sucked in his teeth, as if something was wrong.

“Uhm, I may have cummed into you. So we should probably do something about that.”

“Why didn't you pull out? Or was I that good?” I asked, naughtily looking into his eyes with keen interest.

He chuckled.

“Maybe. But I'm pretty sure that happened because you wouldn't let go of my arm. I didn't have much of a choice.”

“Oh, my bad.”

A prolonged silence followed, as our naked bodies remained intertwined. His fingers rubbed my shoulder, and then he tapped.

“So… Should we, maybe wash off the semen? Unless you're okay with carrying my child. I mean… I won't mind, at least it'll take after your beauty.”

I giggled.

“As much as I would love that, I can't. My mum would kill me.”

My limbs are still weak from the pleasure, but I struggled to move inches away from him, attempting to stand up. But he grabbed my hand, and tugged me back into the bed.

“No. Stay here. I'll do it.” He instructed.

He straightened up and put on his boxer, walking into the bathroom. And seconds later, I heard the sound of running water, which was followed by the sound of swirls.

The angelic fellow strode out of my bathroom, I intently watched him as he drew closer. I knew it was my cue to get up, but as I sat upright with the sheets covering my chest, his arm slipped underneath my body, and he lifted me off the bed, carrying me to the bathroom.

He claimed my lips as he pulled bathroom’s door ajar, and when we stopped kissing, I turned around to see the steaming, hot bubble bath he had prepared.

He's so sweet and romantic. I might as well fuck him once more before we go to sleep.

I was determined to kill anything or anyone who attempts to ruin this bond of love we had discovered. But my only mistake was not realizing that his goals weren't the same as mine. And his identity was a thorn that would try to destroy our love.