Anika threw her head back and wailed as I came deep inside her. She held my head tightly to her chest, and her hips twitched.
I kept pumping my cock into her as much as I could, but I was capable of little more than spasmodic grinding. Eventually, the sensitivity in my cock rendered me paralysed, and I just couldn’t move anymore.
We lay there for I don’t know how long. I was spent.
My face slid around on her sweat-slicked chest, shoulder and neck. I could feel her wet inner thighs sliding against my hips.
“Are you all right, Sweetie?” I whispered finally.
Anika lifted my head in her hands, gave me the most loving look I’ve ever seen, and kissed me by way of agreement.
I kept kissing her gently until eventually, I felt my cock softening inside her. I looked into her eyes and told her I loved her again. Then, with all the willpower, strength and discipline I could muster, I pulled myself out of her soaked cunt.
As I rolled off her to the left, onto the dry side of the bed, I got a glimpse at the sheets between her still parted thighs. At the bottom of her ass, amongst the darker shade of coffee caused by our combined sweat, lay a smeared blood stain about the size of my palm.
“Oh my God,” I gasped, my skin prickling. The realisation that I had torn Anika’s hymen shook me to my very soul. I hadn’t even felt it. I had taken her virginity. Anika looked at the sheets between her legs, then bit her bottom lip as she looked up at me.
“I’m so sorry, Anika. I didn’t realise you were…”
“Oh, Edwin, no,” she reassured me, placing her hand on my cheek. “It’s exactly what I wanted. That was so lovely.”
I pulled her to me, pressing her slippery body to mine. “Oh, Anika, I wish I had known.”
“Why?” she smiled.
“I would have made it special for you.”
“Oh, it was special. That was the most beautiful thing,” she hummed. “It was just what I wanted. The most special guy in my life just loving me. Don’t you think so?”
I caressed her side, tracing my hand over the luscious curve of her hip, of course agreeing with her. I was so honoured that she chose to share herself with me. I loved her so much.
“And I love those cute, little socks,” I chuckled.
Anika rubbed her feet together, pouting that it was cold.
I swept up the blanket from the floor and covered us both up with it. We snuggled into each other, enjoying the warmth of the afterglow. The warm wetness between her legs pressed against my thigh as we held each other.
“Besides, what would you have done differently?” she teased.
“I don’t know,” I furrowed my brow. “I would have got some candles and shit.”
Anika laughed, gazing lovingly at me. “I wanted you, Edwin. Not a show. Besides,” she grinned mischievously, reaching down and squeezing my ass, “you can get the candles next time.”
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