09

##First night

Emily

As Joe removes my dress, I feel a chill run down my spine. I watch my own face through his gaze and I feel like this is not me, this is not part of me, I feel dirty and wrong.

"I feel like a whore, an immoral whore." I whisper nervously.

"You couldn't say anything more stupid than that, my sweet." He looks at me with a serious expression. "I want you, you want me too. What's wrong with two people wanting and wanting to have sex?"

I don't lack the will to respond to him, but to avoid further annoyances I remain silent. I'm just having an affair, people do this all the time, I'm going to live in the moment and tomorrow God belongs. Joe messes up my hair a little, perhaps intending to make it more natural, his gesture is so gentle that it surprises me.

"You know, Miss Antonelli. I wanted you from the first moment. I saw you and I wanted you, it only took one look for it to happen. You didn't have to say anything, it was me, I wanted you anyway."

"You know that sounds crazy, don't you?"

"I would have been capable of anything, listen to me, anything to have this moment with you." He whispers right next to my ear. "To be desired with that intensity should be a pleasure for you."

"We don't think alike..." I shake my head slightly disconcerted by the comment.

"It's a good thing you're not like me, I wouldn't like it if you were." He holds me tight with a smoldering gleam in his eyes and then he kisses me.

My body is weakened by the dark desire he can so easily awaken in me. In order to catch my breath from the hot kiss, Joe places me sitting on the bed and finishes taking off my dress, in a provocative and sexy way he begins to take off my sandals, caressing the sensitive skin of my foot with his fingertips. I let out a moan involuntarily when I feel a sensation of pleasure in my intimacy stimulated by that touch.

I am so excited about this treatment that I grope my hands for more contact with Joe and his wonderful mouth that kisses my skin as if it were my lips. I hear a husky and satisfied laugh, with his tongue he makes erotic gestures on the skin of my belly. At that moment I realize that I'm only in my underwear in front of a man for the first time. I watch him standing and taking off his clothes, his jacket and then his shirt, showing his muscular abdomen and chest.

I tense up.

"You can relax, dear... You are wonderful." Certainly registering my tension he says.

I look at him still with traces of reluctance. He's only wearing a pair of underwear now, the state of his graceful erection very clearly marked on them. I look away more nervously than before, the realization is slowly sinking in that I'm about to sleep with a man I barely know and whose size makes two or more of me.

"I understand that you're nervous..." As if reading my thoughts, he pronounces looking at me.

"Oh, really?" I mock.

"It'll be good, my beauty . In fact, I'll make it so good for you, you won't want to go a day without it. I'll get you hooked."

"That would be impossible. I've heard stories about the first time and they say it hurts for a long time." I speak and he sits opposite me on the bed.

"Someone must have been telling you old stories. It won't hurt like you think, I promise." It says self-assured.

"But how can you say that? Have you ever been a woman by any chance?" I exclaim and soon realize how childish that phrase sounded.

"You may be the first virgin in my hands, but I assure you I have enough experience and skill in these areas." He speaks and pulls me into his arms.

"You say I'm proud, but you're all full of it." I talk.

"I trust myself, that's all. My sweet." With one of his hands he slides slowly over my thigh. "Trust me too, I'm not a clumsy, selfish man."

I shiver at the intimate touch on my leg. He asks me to trust him, even though this is absurd to my ears, to my mind it confuses me and suddenly I feel ready to be convinced by him of anything, even though I don't want to accept it.

Joe kisses me again and I am no longer able to reason. The desire slept me. He unclasps my bra to reveal my breasts with pink, firm nipples.

" Mui bellos..." Oh shit, now the man speaks in Italian.

He slowly lays me down on the pillows and teases my hard nipples with deft fingers, mad with excitement he finally takes them between his lips. I lose control of my moans and I am no longer the normal me but the excited me. The pleasure that is presented to me again is overwhelming, I close my eyes tightly, almost having an orgasm with just his tongue in my breast, while a maddening heat grows between my legs.

"See, you want me as much as I want you." he murmurs.

"That... Doesn't... Means nothing..." I try to say between moans but the hard-on is so strong that I move my hips wildly towards him.

"It means our bodies combine, delicious."

I can't control my feelings, much less the pleasure I feel at that moment. In the midst of this fiery intensity, Joe finishes removing my last piece of clothing, which is my panties. With his skillful fingers, he slides them to my wet intimacy, his circular and slow movements make me arch my body and moan.

"Tell me, my sweet, tell me you want me." Joe commands stopping the caresses leaving me frustrated when I feel enslaved to feel more pleasure.

I look at him and I can't, at the moment.

"I need to hear her say…" He whispers against my neck.

I feel my intimacy throbbing with desire. I move toward him, desperate for his touch, letting myself be carried away by instincts I didn't even know existed.

"No..." With a voice choked with lust I pronounce.

"You are not a victim here, stop acting like this. Speak the truth, confess..."

His face isn't smooth, the arousal he causes me hurts, I need him to keep touching me. So tears of frustration and shame flow from my eyes when I finally confess.

"It's okay, Joe... I want you." I speak and cursed myself for surrendering like this.

But the embarrassment disappears the same moment Joe starts stroking me again. I hug him and give myself completely, allowing myself to feel. Nothing else matters as long as he keeps touching me, caressing me with that desire that leaves me staring at how good it feels.

At the exact moment I feel like I'm going to explode with pleasure, that the excitement feels like torment and I need to release myself, Joe descends to my intimacy with his lips and presses it gently, at that moment it's the end. I cry out loud at the feeling of indescribable pleasure that possesses my body. I feel my body shake and waves of pleasure take me.

"Want to stop there? Maybe I can think about saving it for another day." He asks in a teasing tone.

"No, please..." The shame for begging like that, it's just not greater than the desire to find out what Joe wants to show me inside me.

He positions himself between my thighs, which open with difficulty, it's not easy having this man here, the chances of me not being able to walk the next day are a hundred in a hundred. The scoundrel smiles satisfied with my delivery. I feel his hard member touch my intimacy, I get tense and afraid of his favored sex. He steals a kiss from me and I close my eyes tightly in anticipation of what will come next.

I feel his member plunge inside me like he's ripping my skin. He's huge! I let out a groan of pain and immediately he stops and apologizes with several kisses down my face. Her face is so filled with desire that I feel like a sexy woman right now.

"Fuck" He growled. "You're too tight, we can try another way..."

"No! Go ahead." I ask biting my lips. Who is in the rain, is to get wet.

I feel him gently enter inside of me. The moment my barrier breaks, I shed a few tears of pain and he stops allowing me to adjust to the unfamiliar invasion. After a few minutes of kissing my neck and getting me turned on, he moves so slowly that I barely feel it.

"I'm sorry…" He murmurs and I feel the inside of my body burn with desire again.

Spurred by the desire to get somewhere, I move towards Joe who smiles in gratification and begins to move, eliciting a groan of pleasure from me. With my heavy breathing I feel all the sensations he produces in me as he maintains a sensual rhythm, entering and leaving me.

The pain hasn't gone away yet, but right now it's the pleasure that's winning. Delighted with pleasure, I dig my nails into Joe's back and let out a scream feeling a sense of ecstasy. The sensation is so powerful that I'm not sure where I am for several minutes.

When I think it's over, I feel him come out of me very slowly and with his soft tongue he gives me pleasure again. At the same time that my legs are shaking and I can no longer move, I feel the sensation that runs through my body without stopping, an indescribable pleasure takes me again. This man's tongue can only be magic, it's not possible, he circles my sensitive point with it gently and lightly squeezes my hard breasts.

I roll my eyes and scream once more with another overwhelming and incredibly intense orgasm, I'm lost in space for some time, I don't feel my body or my legs, I feel only the remnants of the pleasure that is still present on my skin. It was so intense that I whimpered with pleasure.

After a while, when I come to, Joe is kissing me all over my skin. Along with me the shame comes back too. Where is my pride, my dignity? I feel sensitive and want to cry right now, feeling immoral for having appreciated it so much, for feeling so much pleasure and wanting even more.