DON’T HURT ME
I’M A vir-gin💦
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✍️ Chapter Twenty-One✍️
“Tell me.” He stro-kes myl-ips with his thumb.
He smiles at that and my hands begin to move to his n£¢k, bringing him closer to me.
He takes that as a cue to k!ssme and k!ssme he does. We both gr0@nwhen our ton-gues meet as the k!ssde-epens. The flame from before ignites my blood once again and this time it comes wrecking my s-en-ses with a full on f0rç£.
Then he st©ps the k!ss, suddenly. “Not here.” He explains, as he pu-lls me to one of the stairway that leads us to the second floor.
I don’t have time to take in my surroundings because Jeremy has pu-ll-ed me to one of the rooms. When I take notice of how hvge it is I immediately as-sume it’s his master be-droom, with the poster be-d dominating the whole room.
Before I can take notice of everything else Jeremy gr-abs my face and draws me into another pas-sionate k!ss. His hands move to my tied hair and he frees my ponytail.
“I want feel you.” He growls in my n£¢k, his hands roaming in my hair so fiercely. I m0@n an agreement and he begins to slowly but torturously slide his t-shi-t of me. Then he st©ps. I open my closed eyes to gauge his reaction.
“Is this mine?” He frowns at the t-shi-t and then returns a dazed look toward me.
I nod.
He sm-irks mischievously. “Why, Miss Levy, I didn’t take you to be s£ntimental.”
I sm-irk and shrug.
“Why did you torture me by leaving, if you still wanted me?” He suddenly ask, changing course of action.
I bite myl-ip.
He sighs. “I’m sorry.” He pu-lls at my chin so that I free my bu-ttonl-ip.
“Christ, yourl-ips!”
I br@vely step towards him and taking his face I k!sshim.
“You should st©p doing that…taking the initiative.” He growls as he grips my lower l!pbetween his teeth. This makes me shiver in a good way, the s-en-sation travels downwards to that flesh between my th!ghs.
His k!ssgets fiercer when leans down and gr-abs me by my w@!st, lifting me up he before pushing me onto the be-d. I fall on my back.
His mouth leaves a trail of heat from the nape of n£¢k to the skin un-der my brea-st. His hands work magic, by kneading the swells of my brea-st, his f!ngerspinch at my n!ppl!s ma-king them quiver and ha-rd en even more than they were before.
Then his mouth lowers on my abd0m£n thre-ading on the line where his sweatp@n-ts are.
“I want this off.” He murmurs as he slowly peels the sweatp@n-ts down my th!ghs, my knees, my legs and eventually off my feet taking off the dirty socks along the way.
Once they’re full off, Jeremy p@rts my th!ghs and stands between them. His eyes are liquid grey-blue as they roam all over my b©dy only to linger on my che-st.
I don’t even have the decency to feel ashamed; my br@in is too fired up by hor-mones to care about how my b©dy looks in his eyes.
My breath hitches when he starts stro-king the skin of my th!ghs. His hands move in circles, journeying inwards.
“You look so s-en-sual like this. Sprawled all over my be-d, expo-sed and vulnerable.” He whispers as he kneels down between my legs.
His words increase the ache building inside me.
He k!sses the inward of my th!gh and his ton-gue trails north. I lean on my elbows to see what is doing and in seeing him between my th!ghs, feeling his ton-gue on my skin, increases the de-sire that is spiralling all over my b©dy.
He growls when his mouth meets me in between the apex of my th!ghs and the only barrier that’s keeping him from ravaging me is my p@n-ties.
He gr-abs the line of them and r0ûghly peels them down and off me. Suddenly, his breathe hisses when he sees me n-ked.
He doesn’t take long to study me when he stands up and leans over to k!ssme. All the while his hands work magic as they meet me there.
I g@sp.
“I’ve missed this.”
“I’ve missed us like this.” He murmurs when he k!sses my jaw, my n£¢k and moving down to the line between my brea-st. Then his ton-gue meets one of my n!pp!es.
“Oh god.” I m0@n .
His f!ngersstart to delicately stro-ke me down there and the s-en-sations piques by the pressure of his mouth on my n!ppl!.
I let out an incoherent scream.
His teeth graze on my n!pplewhilst he in-serts one of his f!ngersinside me, stro-king me.
“You’re soaking we-t, Leyla!”
I m0@n . The ache inside me increases and that familiar ti-ghtness of my b©dy begins. A sign that my re-lease was close.
I think Jeremy realizes this too because he begins to increase the pressure on his f!ngerswhilst his mouth su-cks and nip at my brea-st.
“Jerem–oh.” I whimper incoherently when the building increases.
“Come, Leyla. For me.” He murmurs and at his words I cli-max.
I shut my eyes ti-ghtly as I let the s-en-sation override my b©dy… taking me off reality for a moment.
“Beautiful.” I hear Jeremy say as k!sses myl-ips and then with one swift movement he falls on the be-d and shifts me with me so that I end up straddling him.
I feel the not-so-subtle bulge of his erection pressing against my th!gh.
“Take off my shi-t.” He orders as he places both of his hands on my th!gh. His f!ngersare thrumming on my skin as if he’s itching to t©uçh me but is re-sisting.
The thought of him inside me makes my hands move in their accord on his che-st. They begin fumbling the bu-ttons of his shi-t. My eyes are trained on my hands in concentration and I can feel his sm-irk on me.
I look up and his eyes are twi-nkling with mirth.
“What’s so funny?” I dare ask.
“You.” He simply answers.
I finish the last bu-tton of his shi-t and he suddenly moves up into a sitting position. His blue grey eyes heating up when his faces draws closer to me until our noses t©uçh.
I’m tra-pped in that pool of his eyes which gaze at me with wonder. I then feel him shift as he lets his shi-t drop on the be-d.
The shift also makes his erection press against me there and my mouth goes slack.
“Now my trou-sers.” He bites hisl-ips, his eyebrows quirking up but it is his intense eyes that hold me.
I move off his l@p and off the be-d as I beginning to un-bu-tton his trou-sers. He shifts on the be-d until he is on the edge and I kneel on the floor.
“Jesus!” He curses when I peel off his trou-ser along with his bo-xers, ma-king his erection bounce freely.
My eyes bulge at his length as if seeing for the first time.
How was it possible that thing has been inside me before?
“t©uçh me.” He orders.
I look up at him with hesitation. I’ve never t©uçhed a man before. Ever!
His eyes are molten blue gray when he stares longingly down at me.
“Like this.” He says as he takes one of my hands and moves it along his shaft. He begins moving that hand up and down.
I’m aware of his change of breathing as he lets go of my hand, leaving it to its own.
He hisses when I press my thumb on his head… feeling the moist of beed there.
He closes his eyes when I increase my speed, his breath coming out in rou-gh p@n-ts.
I stare at it with wonder until an odd thought tem-pted me to use my mouth. I li-ck his head first before accommod@t!nghis length inside my mouth.
“$h!t!” He hisses. He feels soft and tender but also ha-rd .
He lets out a string of curses when I swirl my ton-gue around his head once more.
It’s upon knowing that I’m ma-king him tear up at the seam that encourages me to continue. He fills me all the way to the back of my throat.
He j£rks inside my mouth as I move my mouth up and down on him. It doesn’t take long to feel him tense up.
“Leyla, I’m about to come!”
Great! I think as I continue. It meant that I was doing it right.
“St©p! If you don’t me to do it in your mouth!” He hisses.
I’m not thinking about what he said when I continue to torture him.
“fv¢k!” He j£rks up for one final time until he pours himself inside my mouth.
I swallowed and cough immediately, cringing and frowning.
When I see at his reaction I decide against it.
“plea-se, tell me that was your first time!” He growls when he pu-lls me towards him and in a few seconds I’m lying on my back against the be-d.
I nod at him.
The look he gives me somehow manages to make me blus-h. It’s a look of pure adoration in a mixture with awe.
“You’re a br@ve girl, Leyla.” He sm-irks as he hands trails on my w@!st to my th!gh.
Thoughts shred into pieces as the de-sire once again pools in my b©dy.
“I want to be inside you, my br@ve little girl.”
“I’m not little,” I complain but my tone is full with wanting.
“To me you are.” He says as he k!sses me on my n£¢k.
“But I’m not; I’m only like what five years younger than you?”
“Eight.”
Oh.
I cu-p his face when he looks warily down at me.
“You don’t mind?” He asks as he moves himself between my legs. I feel his erection digging at my inner th!gh.
“Why should I?” At this point my br@in was in a primary response, only a small portion of it is reasonable whilst the rest of is working on s£nding messages to secrete more these hor-mones that are raging inside me.
He smiles warily at my response and the smile lightens up his features. Then he di-ps his head between brea-sts.
The gesture is quite inti-mate because he just breathes without as much doing anything else.
“Jeremy. I can’t keep up with this. I want to feel you too. plea-se.” I beg.
He laughs.
“Since you begged so nicely.” He looks, his whole face filled with mirth.
He moves across me and opens one of his shelf drawers.
When he returns he tears up the foil packet which contains a c0nd0m. Immediately he pu-lls it on his length and then returns to the position between my legs.
✍️To be continued ✍️
It weird writing scenes like this so ba-re with me😟