Belinda cradled her head into his chest, a flush of embarrassment flaming her cheeks. She rarely felt embarrassment, but at this moment, telling him of her virginal state, she felt humiliated. So silly was it to be a virgin these days at her age. She knew the time would come when she would have to admit her innocence, but she never dreamt that it would make her feel so silly. At 18, she was likely the only virgin left alive on campus.
"He's going to think I'm a freak! God, this is so embarrassing," Belinda thought to herself.
She hid her face into his chest even deeper as the thoughts ran through her mind. But then, as she felt his hand cupping underneath her chin and raising her face up to meet his, she looked into his eyes and knew that everything would be alright. She could see it in his face, the promise of acceptance. He was showing her such kindness, such understanding. Something else she had never experienced.
"Bel, I'm glad you told me. And I'm flattered that you would be willing to give yourself to me as your first. I won't hurt you. I won't hurt you." He repeated the words to her, his eyes soft and welcoming.
He drew his thumb across the front of her chin as his lips pushed forward to kiss her once again, softly exploring the inside of her mouth with his warm, wet tongue. She deepened the kiss, feeling more and more comfortable with this man. And he was a man. Not many 19 year old men would be so understanding, so compassionate, and so proud to take the virginity of a young woman. They would sooner turn away from one and seek out a girl who was knowledgeable in the ways of sex. But Belinda wasn't a fool. She knew all about sex. She was aware of what occurs, what it may feel like, and she knew it would be magical with Brad.
Brad was holding the beautiful young girl in his arms, tightening his grip as she lay atop his warm body, their chests heavy against each other. Two sets of lips were entwining, seducing, and devouring one another, the taste of their breaths overwhelming each sensory cell deep in their bodies. Brad's hands slid down the girl's spine, from the top of her neck to the small of her back and then upwards again. This was his dream girl, the one he desired to touch, to kiss, to taste, to make love to. And here she was, in his arms and his bed, finally ready to give herself to him. He had never dreamed she would be a virgin, as cliché as it sounded, he thought a woman with her looks and her personality would be fighting off the guys. He guessed she had been, just not in the way he had originally thought.
He loved the way she moaned at his kisses, the way her magnificent body writhed from his masculine touch, how she would groan deep in her throat as his hands roamed over every inch of her skin.
He loved everything about this moment, and couldn't wait to be inside her. He ached to feel her cunt wrapped around his throbbing manhood, taking her as his own, marking her with his teeth as they sunk into her shoulder. He would be gentle at first, and then he would give her something special to remember for her first time. And once she was his, once the pain had gone from her luscious form, he would pound himself into her, taking her with brute force as his cock took over. He wouldn't be able to hold back, he knew that. But she would love every second of it, her body would shake and shudder under his sexual ministrations, and she would scream out his name in ecstasy.
"Oh God, I need to be inside your sweet cunt, Bel." Brads thoughts sneaked in again, as his cock pulsed inside the satin boxers.
He could feel the swollen head pushing against her soft belly as she rubbed herself over his body. He needed her, lusted for her, and ached for her. He had to have her. He had to take her virginity and pound his throbbing cock deep into her gorgeous body until he filled her insides with white hot lava. He was going crazy, the anticipation too much for him. He needed to have her NOW.
Belinda had felt his nails scratching down her back, grazing the softness of her skin which caused her to moan out into his warm, wet mouth. Little ripples of pleasure cursing through her veins with the electric touch of his hands, and she knew it would only get better. Her body was responding in the way it was meant to. Her cunt was dripping wet, and she could feel the sweet juices of her womanhood dribbling out over her swollen labia and down her thighs. She sensed her need like nothing before. She was hungry for him, aching for him so much that her blood pumped thickly in her veins. The need inside her so great she was breathing harder against him, feeling her secured breasts pushing into him, the swollen buds piercing his chest through the fabric of her bra and skimpy top. She never dreamed it could feel like this, never knew the touch of another on her skin could bring out such feelings inside her.
It didn't feel like this when her own fingers would caress her body. She was being driven to succumb to the exquisite torture of this mans touch without her having to do anything else but enjoy it. Belinda's animalistic hunger for him was taking over her thoughts, she knew nothing of her studies, nothing of family or friends, she only knew the touch of his fingertips as they caressed her silken flesh. She knew of his mouth that continued to ravish her full, pert lips, and his tongue delving into her wet mouth, taking the breath from her, tasting her sweetness from the inside. Oh, how she longed for him to taste the sweetness of her pussy, lapping at her like a thirsty puppy. She longed for him, she craved his cock inside her, and she couldn't take it anymore.
Without wasting another precious moment, knowing that his room mate could return at anytime, Brad grabbed Belinda around the waist and rolled her over onto her back, laying himself atop her as their lips kept locked with one another's. Her sexy little sounds had created a buzzing in his ears, and he needed to find out what other moans she could muster once he was inside her body. His hands moved down the sides of her waist and over the flare of her hips, gripping her tightly, clawing at the material of her shirt as he pulled at it. Belinda's hands came up to press flat against his chest, her breathing stopping as she whispered hoarsely to him.
"Brad, wait."
Her hands slid down in between their bodies as Brad raised his chest up, giving her the freedom to pull at the waistband of her shirt and tug it upwards, ripping it off her shoulders and tossing it to the floor. His eyes just stared at her, gazing over the swell of her small breasts as they filled the lacy bra covering them. She waited, knowing he would want to indulge in the sight of her half naked body lying beneath him. Then just before his mouth reached her neck to kiss it, she stopped him once again and arched her back, pushing her chest forward against his as nimble fingers unclasped the hooks at her back and the bra fell loosely over her shoulders. He didn't wait for her to remove it, instead, he shifted his body up on the bed so that he was sitting on her thighs and looking down at her. His hands moved up over her chest to curl his thumbs into the straps of her bra and pull it down her arms, then after dropping it to the floor, he quickly leaned down over her to suckle a nipple, taking the little nub into his mouth as his tongue swirled across the tip. The deep growl vibrating in his throat as his lips latched onto her erect bud caused Belinda to moan out his name from her lips. He loved hearing her say his name, loved the way she moaned so sexily like that. Never did he ache so much to hear his name whispered from a woman's lips until now.
"Ohhhh Brad. Mmmmmm. Your mouth feels so good. Suck my nipple, oh God, suck it for me," she moaned to him, writhing under his hard body.
Belinda's moans were more then he could stand, and without hesitation, he willingly gave her what she craved and sucked harder over the taut, pink nubbin. Her words of encouragement only stirring him on as his lips grazed across the middle of her breasts to wrap around her other nipple, suckling it deep into his mouth as he felt it harden for him. Both her hands had now moved to cover the back of his head, encouraging more from him as her back arched, pushing her breast further into the moist recess of his mouth.
"Oh Bel, God baby, you taste so fucking sweet. Just like I knew you would." Brad hissed at her, his voice raspy.
He tasted her flesh, with little nips of his teeth over her swelling breasts. His tongue licked and flicked over her erect nipples, moving his mouth from one to the other, hungry to fill his mouth with her. Belinda's head dropped back onto the pillow, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she cowered against the soft mattress, giving in to the rush of sensations as Brad's mouth moved lower, his tongue flicking over her belly, poking into her little belly button. His body moved further down over her thighs, feeling his erection poking her thought the silky material of his boxers. She gasped as she felt his fingers push around her hips to find the zipper of her skirt and pull it down her milky thighs.
"Let's get this off you shall we, babydoll?" He grinned up into her eyes, flashing her that familiar smile she adored so much.
She simply gasped softly, and held her breath in anticipation, knowing that very soon, he would be taking her virginity. She closed her eyes at the thought as his hands moved back to her body after tossing her skirt aside, drawing them over her hip bones, skimming fingertips over her skin to feel it beneath his hands. He loved the way she felt, the creamy texture of her flesh sent a surge of pleasure straight to his cock, stiffening it more, if that were even possible. He was harder then he'd ever been before, knowing this was his ultimate fantasy, his only dream come true. To have the woman of his dreams becoming naked in front of his eyes, and he relished every second of it as his thick fingers pulled at the waist of her tiny panties and slid them down her thighs. He threw them aside quickly and sat upright over her knees, looking down over every inch of her naked form. He only wished there was more light in the room so he could see her in full light, but the shine from the moon would have to do, as it flowed through the opened blinds of the window.
