43. You're a virgin.

"I'm not done." Arthur let out still standing very close to Winifred who remained perfectly still, not sure what he was doing. He reached out, stroking one of her golden locks and tucking it behind her ear. He did this without even touching her. Heat flooded her body.

His thumb pushed at the corner of her mouth as it had once before and this time she let her lips curl up. He banded an arm around her waist, and slammed his lips down on hers. His lips, when they met hers, curved in an echo and just like the previous time she parted for him, gasping at the heat of his breath in her mouth, fascinated by the taste of him.

His beard pricked and tickled, but his moustache was softer against her lips, sending an additional frisson of sensation to add to the layers of touch and scent and taste that were assaulting her. His hands curved round her head, cradling it, angling it gently as he explored her mouth. She was conscious of the sheer size of his hands and of the long fingers as they cupped her skull, conscious that here was a man strong and skilled enough to snap her neck like a corn stem and yet he was touching her with a gentleness that stole her breath and chased away her fear.

Cautiously, Winifred let her own tongue touch, darting it away with a gasp the first time, then coming back to join his. She had had no idea that kissing could be so complex, so all-involving. It seemed an end in itself, a source of pleasure, of communication, almost of speech. She freed her hands from where they had been crushed against Arthur's chest and let them stray round his sides, running over the hard muscle, fascinated by the feel of his masculine skin under her palms, enjoying the way his body tensed at her touch.

Innocently, she had expected that she would simply be a passive recipient of lovemaking, that he would take his pleasure from her body and she would simply have to allow it. But her instincts, now she was in his arms, were telling her something quite different. They were telling her to make love to him, to take her own pleasure, not just from what he was doing to her, but from her own exploration of his body. He was so big that reaching round him was futile. What she could achieve now was to let her hands slide down to where his waist narrowed and the tantalising arrow of hair vanished into the band of his trousers.

Coordination was difficult while Arthur seemed intent on driving every coherent thought from her head with his kisses. Clumsily, she slid her flattened hands beneath the waistband on either side and used her fingertips to stroke as much of the narrow hips as she could reach. It was enough to bring his head up on a gasp of indrawn air.

"I think we are wearing far too many garments." Arthur spoke, his hands going to his shirt and Winifred found herself tugging at his expensive coat. Buttons sprayed, fabric tore under their combined need. There was a tension, an urgency, in his voice that Julia had not heard before. 'I am having this effect on him.' Ahe thought, while her mind was turning to a sort of sensual mush, she worked at the fastenings of Arthur's trousers, freeing them, and, with quite scandalous boldness, pushing them down over his hips, taking his drawers with them.

Her thoughts were soon drowned in a fresh onslaught of kisses, not so gentle now. They were demanding, forceful, and reduced her to trembling need, even as she curled her arms around his neck to pull his head closer. With a growl, Arthur hands found her breasts, bringing gasps of delight against his lips as he stroked and fondled. She was moaning now against his mouth, arching into his body, desperate for some sort of release from the new, terrifying intensity of the feelings that were possessing her body. She wrenched her mouth from his to plead.

"Arthur, please, please I feel so-"

His hands were everywhere, stroking, teasing, bringing her quivering flesh into an agony of arousal. He shifted, his weight in front of her while she was now sitting on the desk just like the last time, his hard cock pressed against her core, and she gasped, tensing up. Winifred didn’t know when they’d gone from kissing to him about to take her. In slow motion, he pressed one hand to the wall beside her head, reaching between them. The hard tip of his cock slid between her slit, bumping her clit. Instant pleasure hit her, only for her to freeze as he slid the tip down, going to her entrance.

She hadn’t told him she was a virgin. Ever since she turned fourteen, she’d seen lots of sex, knew all about it, but never had anything to do with it practically. No one had ever even talked to her the way Arthur did, let alone slept with her. In one hard thrust, Winifred knew it was going to hurt, what she didn’t realize was exactly how painful. She screamed, digging her nails against his shoulders, trying to push him away.

Arthur stilled. “You’re a virgin.”

Tears filled her eyes as she looked at him. With a jerk of her head, she nodded at him, and this time, he cursed. Heat filled her cheeks as she watched him. She saw the anger and the upset, knowing deep down it was all her fault, age had lied to him and said she wasn't one. Arthur pressed his head against hers. He wasn’t all the way inside her. The dull ache was still there, capturing her breath with every single second that passed.

Arthur cupped her cheek. “Look at me.” She opened her eyes, and he slammed his lips down on hers, kissing her. He didn’t move, just kissed her hard and passionately. Winifred removed her nails from his flesh and kissed him back, releasing a little moan as he nipped at her lips. The pain had lessened. There was a discomfort. “Do you want me to stop?” He asked.

“No.”

“I don’t want to hurt you. A woman’s first time is always going to be painful. Nothing you do is going to change that.” He released a growl, which awakened her need. Her pussy tightened, and Arthur took her hands, pressing her against the wall as he started to slide in and out of her. There was no rush to his movements. Slow and steady. Taking his time.

Winifred's arousal returned as he worked her pussy, stroking her harder, and she began to feel heat filling her body. “Fuck!”

Arthur pounded inside her, no longer going slowly. She loved the feel of his cock as he took her, working in and out hard and fast, not treating her like broken glass, but having her. He let go of her hands to grasp her hips. The sheer force of his grip was sure to leave bruises. She was so close to orgasm, but Arthur found his release first. His cock pulsed his cum inside her as she watched him ride out the wave of his orgasm. She enjoyed seeing him come apart when she knelt between his spread thighs. There was something hypnotic about watching him.

Arthur didn’t hold anything back. He let go completely. He finished his release but he further surprised her as he pulled out of her, causing her to wince. He held her ass, lifting her, and then his tongue teased across her clit. Winifred didn’t think she’d be able to come for the third time that day, but under his tutelage, he surprised her by getting her close and tipping her into an orgasm, leaving her screaming.

He kissed her clit and lowered her down to the ground. His cum had already leaked out of her pussy, dripping down to her anus. Silence fell between them.

"You lied that you weren't a virgin." Arthur said, finally breaking the silence.

"Well, you just found out that I am." Winifred simply retorted.

"Oh, so the fiesty Winifred is back, huh? Where was she a few minutes ago when you were begging to have me in you?"

"Me? Beg? Oh please? I never did that!" Winifred replied, her cheeks turning a shade of pink.

"Oh really?" Before Winifred could say more, Arthur had carried her and slung her over his shoulders, she screamed and flailed her legs playfully as they both took their naked selves back to the bathroom where it had all started from..