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I sighed. “I won’t, sweetheart. We’ll go slow, okay?”
Slowly, I reached over and grabbed a pillow.
“Lift your ass.”
She shook her head. “What If I get blood on the pillow?”
“My cock is inside of you, and you’re embarrassed about a little blood?”
“Yes,” she said, stubbornly.
“Well, don’t be. Lift.”
Reluctantly, she lifted herself and I wedged the pillow under her carefully.
I opened her legs a little wider and got up on my knees, watching her pussy lips glistening.
“I’m going to inch into you, okay?”
Delilah nodded, but I felt her entire body tense. I used my thumb and rubbed her clit. The more I rubbed the less tense she was and the more she wiggled herself onto my cock at her own timing. When I was fully inside of her, I closed my eyes, counted to ten and held her tight so she couldn’t wiggle against me.
Fuck!
She was so tight I knew that if I moved then I would’ve gone over the edge. I felt her trace her fingers along my biceps.
“Sebastien, are you okay?” she asked concerned.
I leaned over and kissed her lightly on the mouth. "I should be asking you that. Are you okay? Are you in any pain?”
“I’m not in any pain.”
“Good. I’m sorry, but I can’t hold back anymore. I’m going to go hard and fast. If you feel any pain, just let me know.”
“Okay.”
That was the only answer I needed. I grabbed Delilah by her thighs and pulled her body as close to me as I could possibly get before I started pounding into her. Her breasts jiggled and she grabbed fistfuls of the sheets as she screamed my name over and over. It wasn’t long before I growled as I exploded inside of her. I closed my eyes as the last of my cum emptied into her. When I was finished, I collapsed on top of her, my cock still inside of her.
“Fuck!” I moaned
“Fuck, indeed.” She stroked my hair.
We stayed like that for a few minutes before I inched out of her.
I kissed her on her forehead. “I’ll be right back.”
I went into her bathroom and got a rag and washed it under warm water. When I got back to the room, Delilah hadn’t moved, but the cover was partly draped over her.
I went to her legs and opened them.
“W-what are you doing?” she asked, propping herself on her elbows.
“Cleaning you up.”
“Oh. I can do that.” She reached out her hand for the rag.
“Not happening. Lie back,” I insisted.
She lay back on the bed and played with her fingers nervously.