Chapter 7
I grab his shoulders, and pull him down and roll myself over and on top him, straddling his thigh. I feel his length hot and hard against my stomach. He's so big. I don't think I can fit him inside me.I push his length so it is flat against him, and I glide my slit over his length several times, since y folds are still wet enough to at least create some form of lubrication to help him into me. I know its a tease to him, but he understands, plus he can't help but stare at me moving over his shaft, probably thinking its a hot thing to not only see, but also feel. When I think he is lubricated enough, I get on my knees and prepare myself to drop down onto him. He grabs my hips and whispers,"I love you." I savor the last few moments of being a virgin before I drop roughly down onto him, ignoring the sharp pain I feel from it. The pain is soon gone, so I begin to rise and fall onto him. Soon enough, pleasure fills my body. I begin to rise fall faster, slightly moving my hips forward and back when I land him, as if I'm riding him. His hand reach up and grasp my small bouncing breasts, giving me even more pleasure. I place my hands over his as I ride him out. We're both moaning loudly at this point, but we don't care. I look down at him to find his eyes watching the nub between my folds hit his pelvic bone, which I had no idea was happening. No wonder him being inside me and his hands on my breasts were not the only sensations I was feeling, but it all added to the one thing I was getting from this: pleasure. I begin to feel the tightening in my core again. I can feel him approaching his point of release to. It is in this moment, when I look down at him and we lock eyes, that we release, together. I throw my head back as ride out this moment of pure bliss coursing through me like a raging river. I remove him from inside me and I fall onto his chest, my breaths still fast as I come down from my high. He rolls me over on my side so I can face him. He tucks a stray hair behind my ear as we lock eyes with each other. "I love you too, Tobias", I whisper, responding to his previous statement as sleep begins to wash over us. In our last moments of consciousness, we wrap ourselves together, not wanting to ever let go.