Page 56 of Aaron's Patience

I moaned into his mouth when I felt his hands go to the button of my jeans, undoing them and ripping them and my panties down my legs. He completely removed my pants before undoing his own belt buckle and jeans, freeing himself. All the while, his kisses kept me dizzy with need and anticipation. I wanted to warn him but his kisses felt too good to break free to tell him what I needed to say.

“This is what you wanted, right?” He grunted at the same time he raised my legs to wrap around his waist.

“Y-yes!” I stuttered, teeth chattering as the anticipation ran through my body. I felt him line himself up with my pussy just before he surged completely in, filling me. My vision blurred with tears as pain ripped through my entire body.

“Ahhhhh!” I screamed, fingernails digging into Aaron’s shoulders.

He went completely rigid.

“Fuck!” he grunted while pounding his fist against the door behind me. He lowered his head to my shoulder, sighing heavily. “You’re a fucking virgin,” he stated, more to himself than to me.

“N-not any m-more,” I stammered.

Aaron grunted and began pulling out.

“No, don’t! The p-pain will go away.”

“How do you know?”

“I read it in a book.”

He pulled back to stare at me. “A book?” He frowned.

I grinned, which probably came across as a grimace, then lowered my head to his shoulder, squeezing him to me even more.

“Where are we going?” I questioned, lifting my head to see us moving away from the door.

“Your first time won’t be up against the goddamned door.”

I heard a banging sound as he kicked open my bedroom door, carrying me over to my bed and laying me down.

“Don’t!” I said again as he began pulling out.

He pressed a kiss to my lips. “Trust me.”

I moaned as he pulled completely out of me.

He moved back, kneeling over me, his hands going to the off-the-shoulder, white top I’d worn just because he said he liked seeing my shoulders. He tossed my shirt and then my strapless bra over the side of the bed. He removed his own shirt and then his pants. That was when I got to see all of him for the first time. Fear seized me when I saw exactly how long and thick he was. I’d felt his bulge before, times when I’d sat on his lap, but seeing it out in the open, I couldn’t take my eyes off of it.

“Give me your hands,” he ordered.

I held up my hands for him. He took both of my wrists into one of his hands, forcing them back over my head, pushing my legs apart with his knee. His other hand went to my left breast, squeezing it before he covered the nipple with his mouth. I moaned and wiggled my hips against him. He released my breast from his mouth and stared down at me.

“I’ll try to be as gentle as possible but I can’t promise anything,” he warned at the same time I felt the tip of his cock touch my pussy lips.

“I don’t want gentle. I want you.”

His nostrils flared and he surged forward, pushing all the way inside of me again. It hurt less the second time around but it was still uncomfortable. But I’d meant what I’d said. I just needed Aaron. I didn’t want him to hold back.

With his free hand, he lifted my left leg, curling it around his waist, before pulling out and pressing back into me again.

“Breathe, Patience,” he ordered. “Breathe!”

I pushed out a gush of air before inhaling again, realizing I’d forgotten my body’s basic functioning. I wanted to cling to him, to pull him to me, for our lips to touch. But he continued to hold my wrists down with his one hand, while holding my leg in place with the other. He peered down at me, watching me with dark eyes.

I pushed my head back against the pillow, hips rising to meet his. The pain and uncomfortable feeling began to recede, and it was followed by a blossoming of something much less painful.

“Aaron!” I yelled when he suddenly pulled out of me and flipped me onto my stomach. My hands were again held down to the bed by his much stronger ones and he entered me from behind. I screamed into the bedsheets, biting them, as his hips surged in and out, filling me over and over with his rod. He took my hands in his one hand again and then used his knee to spread my legs. His free hand moved down my waist, over my hip, to that bundle of nerves above the opening he was now pounding, massaging it. I screamed again as the most euphoric feeling flooded every cell in my body. It felt like fireworks went off in my pussy and sent its aftershocks throughout the rest of my body. I panted, calling out his name over and over again, but he wasn’t done.