He tore off her lacy underwear impatiently as soon as he had said those words to her. After he had smelled them, satisfied, he threw them to the side of the bed.

“Belle,” he couldn’t help but call, getting more erect as he saw her exposed center. She just lay there, watching him eat her up with his eyes. He kissed her there, making her moan with a slightly louder pitch this time; she sat up again, filled with a tingling sensation, but lay back down. She was trying her best to do as he said, but it was hard as she could feel his warm breath down below. He kissed her again, making her toes curl as she wriggled on the bed.

She couldn’t take it anymore when he began using his tongue; it made her lose control as she moaned loudly. Now, she attempted to push his head away, but she was too weakened by pleasure to do so.

“You feel so tight,” he said when he finally stopped. She tried to close her legs, but his hands were there to stop her. He parted them wider than they were. She watched him prepare to put his face between her legs again, and it made her squirm even before he did. She felt his tongue on her clit. She covered her face with both her hands, trying to curtail how satisfying it felt.

“Ohhh... ahhh, mmmm,” she moaned loudly as he thrust with his tongue. He stopped, and he could hear her panting loudly. He climbed back on top of her, kissing her way up from her thighs. He stopped when he reached her breasts. He had been with women with bigger breasts, but he liked how hers weren't so large; he thought they fitted her perfect body. He kissed the valley between her breasts and moved for her neck, but she pulled his face closer to hers, wanting a kiss, and he gave it to her. Unlike the first time he had kissed her, this was rough, but she enjoyed how he possessed her lips and mouth.

“Make love to me,” she pleaded when their lips separated, feeling she couldn't wait any longer.

He had that smirk again. “You want me to make love to you, huh?” he asked, and she nodded without a second thought.

He got off her and left the bed. She wondered why he did that, but her mind went blank when he took off his trousers in full view. He wore no briefs. It was just his veiny erection facing her.

“Can you take in all of this?” he asked, walking toward his suit jacket spread out on one of the sofas. She swallowed; his manhood wasn’t just veiny; it was thick and long. With his back turned while he took a condom from his suit pocket, she admired his firm, smooth backside.

He began walking back to the bed, and her eyes couldn't leave him as he approached. “Can you?” he repeated, seriousness written all over him. She nodded quickly, not truly knowing what she was opting for. He climbed back over her. She could feel his hardness scale over her thigh as he came closer to her face.

“I should warn you; once I start, I won’t stop until I want to.” She nodded again. “Good.”

With her consent given, he tore open one of the five condoms he held. After throwing the others onto the bedside table, she watched him expertly roll the condom onto his length. She swallowed again, her heart beating in her ears. She was finally getting what she wanted.

“I’m safe,” she thought she should inform him that she had no diseases as he finished.

“I know. I am as well.” He smiled. “We don’t want to get you pregnant, do we?” She nodded again.

With one hand, he maintained his balance over her, and with the other, he held himself against her open core. He rubbed against her, watching her squirm as he teased her, and when she least expected it, he thrust into her with just the tip.

She writhed beneath him with pleasure and excitement. He leaned in now that he was inside her, thrusting a little more as he kissed her neck. She gripped the sheet she lay on, trying to withhold the sudden pain. He added more length, liking how tight and wet she was, but she couldn’t take it.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” It was her loudest moan yet.

“You seem so tight,” he whispered in her right ear, gently kissing it, but then he noticed her sniffle. Some of the women he had been intimate with had cried, too, and it usually spurred him on to continue. He had only entered her halfway.

“Stop,” he heard her weakly say. As he looked at her face, he saw tears welling up in her eyes. “I can’t,” she pleaded, placing her delicate hands on his broad chest in an attempt to push him away. “It’s too much. It hurts.”

He gazed into her beautiful blue eyes, and suddenly it dawned on him. “Are you...?” His excitement grew as he thought he had figured it out. “Are you a virgin?”

He asked the question, and she met his intense gaze with teary eyes, blinking twice but giving no verbal response.

“You are,” he deduced, now understanding. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

He inquired further, eliciting only another sniffle from her. Tenderly, he caressed her face, noticing the redness in her nose and lips. “Where have you been?”