Forbidden Love with the Marine(9)

He’d undressed in a hurry but now that he was naked, he could take the time to look at her.

Again.

He could never tire of the sight of her body, all spread out for his pleasure. It was a pleasure he could no longer deny himself of. Not with the fire raging in his loins.

He could see her eyes fixed on his manhood, see the look of awe and – could it be consternation? On her face. He knew he was on the large side but he also knew exactly what to do to make every inch of him serve as an instrument of enjoyment, not agony. Leaning over her, he started to kiss her mouth with a thorough, search-and-devour invasion.

She moaned, bucking against him as his cock pushed up along the cleft between her parted thighs. That dark haze had seized his mind and Ivan was virtually shaking with the mix of emotions going through him. He needed to get inside her soon or chances were he’d go through serious embarrassment by ejaculating and spraying cum all over her stomach.

Every moment had to count. Every kiss, every caress. He had to hold back for all of that. He touched her curves like he’d only ever dreamed of doing. Stroked her breasts in his hands and heard their mutual groans of pleasure. Her nipples hardened and swelled between his pinching fingers. Her hands reached all over his frame, hungrily exploring him too.

Damn it felt good the way she eagerly touched his body, his cock. Took him in her small, delicate hands and stroked. He had to pull away fast or he’d have exploded in those soft hands.

Snaking down her shivering frame, he tongued her breasts and sucked hard on her nipples for long, famished minutes. When he finally trailed lower to the apex of her thighs, the glistening moistness awaiting him almost made him reach the point of no return. He spread her tender thighs wide open and dug his face into her *, so smooth and pink.

Her taste drove him wild, making him f*ck deep into her folds with his tongue until he was sure he’d surveyed every crevice and fold. Olivia was screeching, and bucking so hard he could hardly keep going. He groaned deep in his throat at the heaviness collecting in his balls, just begging to expend itself within her. He couldn’t stand it any longer. He had to pound that * or he’d just...f*ck, there was no time to waste.

“Olivia, baby...it’s time,” were his raspy words as he took hold of her knees and pushed them wide apart and back, exposing her dripping sex to his cock already aiming for its destination.

“I know,” she breathed, staring up at him as he climbed on top of her. Her hands rested on his chest as she added softly, “Be gentle with me, Ivan. You’re my...you’re my first.”

Wait – what? How? She was telling him this now? Jesus Christ!

Already, he was holding himself against her entrance, rubbing his crown and dipping into her slit by just a shallow inch. At her unexpected words, he went rigid.

“You’re a virgin?” he gasped in a mixture of shock and dismay. What the f*ck...? Hot damn. She’d just made him hornier and then angrier all at the same time. “Olivia, I can’t believe you didn’t...We can’t do this baby.”


He swore to himself and had been about to withdraw. But then she wrapped those silken thighs tight around his waist. She raised her hips in one sharp movement and all but impaled herself on his cock.

Ivan’s instincts became blurred at this point. Part of him knew he needed to take this slow and gentle like she’d requested. The other part of him, the beast, wanted to ravage that * down to the mattress. Her snug muscles squeezed around him energetically even though he was scarcely inside her. He drew in a sharp breath and tried to count to five before doing what needed to be done.

“Don’t be scared. I’ll be careful.”

Ivan drew back slightly, and then plunged. Used the most gentle force he could muster but he knew it was no use. Whether gently or not, she was still going to get ripped apart.

He heard her shocked breath, and drew back to look into her wide eyes, her beautiful lips curled in discomfort.

“I’m sorry, little dove,” he said deeply, keeping as still inside her as he could. And pinning his gaze unwaveringly on her face, he pushed the rest of the way in, breaking the shield. Olivia cried out softly.

“Tell me to stop baby,” Ivan groaned, reluctant to continue with her obviously in so much pain. The inside of her thighs were trembling where they touched his waist. Tears sprung from her beautiful brown eyes. Her chest was heaving with every laborious breath, and her *...Damn. It felt so good. So tight, warm and moist. Like it was made for him.

“I can’t,” Olivia breathed out at last. “I’m okay. I swear, it’s okay. Don’t stop.” Her hands linked behind his neck as she drew his temple down to rest against hers. “You feel so good inside me. So big and hard.”

Ivan bit back a curse as he fought for control. Fought with all the strength of will he’d conditioned within himself not to move like the brute his body wanted to.

He took it slow – for as long as he could. Buried himself in her tightness and rocked repeatedly in and out of her juiciness. He pushed and stretched her walls, his hips moving in steady, smooth strokes.

Fucked her as deep as he dared until her wince of pain smoothed out into an expression of sublime pleasure as her * got accustomed to his girth. Sucked on her nipples as he drove into her, making her moan as their joint pleasure escalated. His whole body felt tight with suppressed tension as he kept up an unbroken pace that sent him farther and farther into her slick walls.