Chapter 37 First Make Out

Chapter 37 First Make Out

“Make me yours, Jonathan.” I whispered in a seductive tone, closing the distance between our lips. The desire to feel him inside me overwhelmed me, and I longed for our souls to merge forever, untouchable by anyone who would dare to separate us.

“It’s unbelievable that this moment has finally arrived, the day I’ll claim you. I’ve been eagerly awaiting this day, which felt like an eternity. Thank you, my angel, for never giving up on me. I love you so much. You are a precious gift from God.” He confessed, his eyes brimming with love and deep desire as he gazed at me.

“I love you too, Jonathan. Tonight, let’s forget about everything and surrender to our love. Mark every inch of my body with your affection.” I whispered against his lips, arousing him more.

“I would cherish the opportunity to mark every part of your body as mine.” Our lips were barely inches apart. His intense gaze sent waves of desire coursing through my entire body.

“But remember, don’t push me against the wall or the floor.” I reminded him.

“Yes, you’re right. Thanks for the reminder, my powerful angel.” We both chuckled.

He pulled me closer, gripping my hair as he planted a lingering kiss on my lips. With passion and fervour, I tore his shirt like a wildcat, engaging in a passionate and deep kiss. My hands roamed freely over his bare chest while he slid his hands beneath my top. A shiver ran through me as his chilly hands contact with my burning skin, fuelling my desire.

He unhooked my bra, his hands exploring my bare back, driving me to the brink of madness with his touch. Oh God, it felt incredible.

He moved his hands in front and reached my breasts by stroking his way up my belly. I let out a moan as he squeezed my assets, igniting my core.

As he pressed his bulge against my crotch, kissing me intensely, I was consumed by the overwhelming sensations. The taste of his lips was like sweet nectar that I couldn’t get enough of.

I hastily opened the button of his jeans.

Suddenly breaking the kiss, he whispered in a hoarse tone, “I can’t wait to see you.” His gaze shifted to my breasts, brimming with intense desire.

He took hold of the hem of my top, swiftly yanked it over my head, and tossed it aside.

He then removed my bra, anticipation evident in his eyes as they travelled down to my breasts, a smile curling his lips. I blushed, feeling shy because someone looked at my breasts for the first time.

“You’re so beautiful.” His eyes met mine again, and he murmured, causing a blush to spread across my cheeks at his compliment.

“You look adorable when you blush.” I blushed even harder, lowering my eyelashes in shyness.

He gently gripped my chin and kissed me tenderly, transporting me to another world. I hastily removed his shirt and flung it away, pressing my chest against his as he showered me with loving kisses.

As he trailed from my lips to my neck, I arched my back, tilting my head back to grant him complete access. Nibbling on my neck while massaging my breasts, he drove me wild with pleasure. I roamed my hands over his back, thoroughly enjoying the experience and moaning in ecstasy, anticipating his lips on my breasts.

His lips followed a wet trail from my neck down to my cleavage as if reading my mind. Biting one of my nipples and teasing the other, he elicited moans of pure pleasure from me. It was sheer bliss.

He knelt before me, his eyes filled with love and adoration. “I love you, Angel.” He confessed his feelings in a whispering tone.

A radiant smile spread across my face as I responded, “Jonathan, my love for you surpasses all bounds.”

He traced a trail of soft kisses along my belly, his hands gripping my waist. As his lips caressed my skin, a sensation of pure bliss washed over me, leaving me breathless with desire. I placed my hands on his shoulders to steady myself and revel in the intimate connection between us. Every touch of his lips ignited a spark of pleasure.

My entire body trembling and my core pulsating with anticipation. I felt a deep longing for him, evidenced by the wetness between my legs. My heart raced with the intensity of my craving.

With deftness, he opened my jeans’ button and pulled down my jeans and undies together, all the while placing tender kisses on my waist. Entranced by the sensation of his lips on my skin, I lost myself at the moment, forgetting everything else. Each kiss made me feel alive, igniting a passionate fire within me.

He removed my jeans and underwear from my legs, leaving me standing completely naked in front of him. It was the first time I had ever been exposed like this in front of someone. Though I felt shy, an overwhelming sense of arousal consumed me. His intense gaze fixated on my most intimate area, his eyes filled with desires that only fueled my excitement.

As his hands gently caressed my crotch, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, savouring the sensation. I instinctively squeezed my legs together and grasped his shoulder, overwhelmed by the pleasure that surged through me. His single touch caused my core to tremble uncontrollably.

“Open your legs for me, Mia.” He commanded, and I obediently parted my legs, keeping my eyes closed.

“You’re so wet for me.” He whispered, his hand exploring my core. Pleasure surged through me, and I moan, gripping his shoulder. He stimulated my most sensitive spot with skill.

I opened my eyes as he removed his hand from there.

He stood up, his intense gaze locked with mine, and he pressed himself against my crotch, rubbing sensually. “I’m so fucking hard for you, Mia.” He whispered, his voice filled with desire.

“Jonathan, I... I need you so badly.” I struggled to say, my voice filled with desire because he was driving me wild by rubbing himself against me. My core pulsated with an overwhelming ache for him.

“So lay down on the floor, because I don’t want to risk cracking another wall.” As he spoke, we chuckled.

I lay down on the floor, amazed at the unexpected turn of events. I never thought that our first time would happen on the floor. My superpowers have brought us to this floor for our first make-out, creating a unique and unforgettable experience.

As he pulled down his jeans, I gazed at him with anticipation. His boxer fell, revealing his hard and sizable arousal. Never had I seen anything like it, and I couldn't help but gasp in amazement. A surge of desire pulsed between my legs.

He smirked at me, his eyes devouring my naked body. “Oh God, I can’t wait to make you mine. You look incredibly sexy lying on the floor, ready for me, Mia. But I don’t have a condom.”

“It doesn't matter to me. I would gladly bear your child.” I replied with a gleeful smile.

He returned my smile and crawled over me on the floor. Our eyes locked intensely, our hearts racing. Finally, he was about to claim me.

“You know, this is my first time.” He confessed, causing my eyes to widen in shock.

“You’ve been a virgin for one hundred and twenty-five years?” I asked, unable to believe it.

He smiled and nodded. “I have been waiting for the special one. You’re the first girl who has stirred my desires in these one hundred and twenty-five years. I love you, Angel.” He placed a tender kiss on my forehead.

“I’m delighted to be your first.” We beamed at each other.

He pinned my hands against the cool floor, positioning himself at my entrance. “I love you so much, Angel.” He confessed, slowly easing into me. With each gentle movement, he broke down the barriers, stretching and completing me.

He penetrated deeper and deeper inside me, and I embraced him tightly, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his torso. I took him in as deeply as I could, feeling a profound sense of completeness. We were united as one, and it seemed like nothing could ever tear us apart.

The sensation was indescribable. A contented smile touched my lips and a few tears of overwhelming happiness rolled down my cheeks. It was a feeling of pure bliss, devoid of any mere lust.

Initially, he moved with deliberate slowness, escalating the pace with each thrust. Our moans, groans, and giggles filled the air as we surrendered to pleasure.

As the intensity heightened, he thrust harder and faster, my legs draped over his shoulders. I moan with immense pleasure, feeling like he was transporting me to a state of pure ecstasy.

I straddled him, positioning myself above him, and placing my hands on his chest. He grasped my hair and kissed me passionately. With his hands on my hips, he thrust upwards, lifting his buttocks from the floor.

As the night wore on, our passionate lovemaking continued, fuelled by the intensity of our desires and my supernatural abilities. The crack in the floor beneath us served as a reminder of the power we possessed, both in our love and physical strength.

We explored our deepest desires and pushed each other to new heights of pleasure, then lay exhausted on the floor. Our bodies intertwined, our skin glistened with sweat, and our hearts filled with a profound sense of connection.

Jonathan looked at me with a tender smile, his hand caressing my cheek. “My Angel, you are everything to me. I never knew that love could be so powerful, so consuming.”

I smiled back, my fingers tracing patterns on his chest. “And you, Jonathan, are my eternal love. I never thought I could experience such passion and intimacy with anyone.”

We shared a moment of silence, basking in the afterglow of our love. But soon, a burst of laughter escaped my lips as I noticed the broken sofa nearby. “Well, it seems we’ve managed to break another piece of furniture. I hope we don’t have to replace the entire floor now.”

Jonathan chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “I suppose we’ll have to be more careful next time, my powerful Mia. We can’t have the entire house falling apart around us.”

I playfully pouted, pretending to be offended. “Are you saying that my powers are too much for you to handle, Jonathan? Should I hold back next time?”

He leaned in, capturing my lips in a soft kiss. “Never, my love. Your powers only make our love more extraordinary. I wouldn’t trade a single moment of this passion for anything in the world.”

I sighed contentedly, snuggling closer to him. “I feel the same way, Jonathan. Our love is unique, and I’m grateful for every broken bed and cracked floor that reminds us of our extraordinary connection.”

We lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, cherishing the intimacy we had shared. The night was still young, and our love was far from extinguished. Together, we would continue to explore the depths of our desires and create memories that would last a lifetime.