Page 139 of Lost & Found

The engorged tip of him rubbed against me and nothing would do but to take my knickers off completely. Those bitches had to go. Once those were gone, I once more resumed my insanity.

Nothing had ever felt this good. My body tingled with new sensations. The only thing that would have made it better was if he had been awake so I could feel his hands on my hips, rocking me against him.

I groaned and rubbed his shaft up and down my pussy, separating my lips wider. As my need for him grew, so did my frantic state.

“Fuck, you feel good,” I whispered into his chest. “I’m close, just a minute more.”

I hated the desperation racing through me, but it was so true. I needed him. Only another minute more, and I could get myself there. It was building. Chancing it, I peeked up. He was still very much asleep. The relief was instant—I was still in the clear.

On the next pass, the tip of his cock pressed at my entrance, and I froze. It was thick, and suddenly I realized just how much. My pussy clenched in fear. But my body vibrated with a hunger that was unrelenting.

And I wanted to experience it, even if it was just the tip. I swallowed hard and pushed down. A soft moan rent the air as he slid inside a fraction of an inch. My mind screamed to stop. That this was not the way to lose my virginity.

I silenced the warning bells and proceeded deeper into my madness. Rough hands gripped my hips, holding me firmly in place. My heart stopped, and I cried out in shame. Time to face the music.

I opened my eyes and frowned. His breathing stayed slow, but beneath closed lids, his eyes moved in a dreamlike pattern. I waited for a second for a change in his grip or a hitch in his breath. Nothing happened.

Was he still sleeping? He couldn’t be.

My mind tried to organize the chaos and my traitorous pussy, who got me into this mess, shifted, allowing him to press in a bit more. White-hot desire shot through me at the feel of his thickness. It struggled to go in any further. Part of me wanted more. Hell, all of it.

An internal game of tug-o-war started. My mind screamed, what an awful person I was for taking advantage of him while he was sleeping. But my body screamed for me to plunge my pussy all the way down the length of him.

To take what I wanted, for once, in my life. His body shifted. Coming to my senses, I stilled mine. He groaned in what sounded like frustration as I lay on top of him, panting like the apparent greedy whore I was.

Work your clit against the tip. That’s safe.

My damned pussy wouldn’t shut the hell up. Brilliant.

I resumed rubbing my clit against him and worked myself up again. After a few seconds, I moved just right, and the throbbing tip swirled around my slick entrance and glided once more between my lips.

Keep it controlled. I talked myself through my movements. A little won’t hurt either of you.

Back and forth I moved, moaning in pleasure. On the next downward stroke, the tip settled at my opening, and I pushed down. I gasped as the thick head of his cock entered me. A shudder of thrill pulsed through my veins. The girls would probably say it didn’t count, but it felt so damn good.

“Just the tip, okay?” I whispered in the dark of our room.

Peak emotional rationale. Whatever, it soothed my conscience. Caught up in what I was doing, I didn’t quite realize his breathing had changed. Nor did I notice the way his fingers flexed against my hips, gripping them tighter.

It should have been my first clue, but it wasn’t.

“It feels so good like that,” I murmured.

Each pass I made, each thrust of my hips, had the thick head slipping in and then out. God, he was huge. The next thrust had him entering me deeper.

“Careful, idiot,” I chastised myself, but didn’t move. I breathed through the initial pain the last thrust had garnered.

“None of that.”

A startled yelp escaped as I pulled my hips away. Heat crept up my neck, burning all the way to my ears. I choked back sobs. Since he wouldn’t let me go, I instinctively brought my hands up to cover my face.

Mortification set in like a sunburn. He let my hips go, pulling my hands away. I couldn’t take the embarrassment. I buried my face in his chest. One hand moved to my hair, and he soothed me, speaking something in his native tongue.

Damn it all to hell. Why didn’t I learn Russian?

“Please,” I begged, consumed with humiliation. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’ve never been woken up this way before. I fucking love it. Pretty sure you requested the tip of my cock.” He shifted under me, and he once more slipped easily inside. “You feel incredible, princess.”