Dimitris Part 2

Stopping was the last thing I wanted to do. I was even more convinced of this when I touched one of her breasts. The contact, even through her clothes, made her gasp, heightening my desire for her.
I pulled away, sitting on the bed, slowly removing my jacket and then my shirt. As I did so, I was mesmerized by her gaze fixed on the exposed part of my body.
She also sat up, facing me, and placed a hand on my arm, sliding her fingers over the designs of my tattoo. I did the same, tracing the visible scar between her breasts.
“It’s a bit more frightening when seen fully,” she warned.
“Nothing about you can be frightening, Aris. It’s something that shows your survival.”
“Sometimes I feel like it’s something that left me... broken, perhaps.”
“In a way, my tattoos are the same. I didn’t have scars from that accident, so I wanted something that physically showed how I was broken inside.”
Her response came through another kiss. I moved my hands to her thighs, gripping the hem of her dress and lifting it slowly. Our mouths parted, and she raised her arms so I could remove the garment completely. I did the same with her bra, and then I had a full view of her scar.
It started just above her navel and extended almost to her neck. Instinctively, Aris placed one hand over the valley between her breasts and another on her stomach, as if embarrassed by it. I realized my attentive and fixed gaze had made her feel that way.
I took her hands and moved them away.
“You’re beautiful, Aris,” I said.
I gently pushed her back down and leaned over her, placing a kiss at the base of her neck, then another a bit lower. I continued descending slowly, kissing every inch of her skin marked by that scar, feeling her body beneath mine shiver with each touch of my lips.
“You’re perfect. Every part of you,” I repeated between kisses.
“Dimitris...” she uttered my name amid a moan, driving me even crazier.
I moved back up, tracing her scar with kisses until I reached her breasts. From there, I continued kissing each one slowly until I took one of her nipples into my mouth.
She arched her body, moaning more continuously as I sucked and licked one of her nipples, twisting my fingers around the other.
I moved to the other breast and slid my hand down, caressing her over her panties for a moment. She moved her hips as if asking for more, which felt like a permission for me to proceed. My hand slipped inside her underwear, reaching her clitoris.
“Dimitris...” she said my name again amid her moans.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked, taking her nipple into my mouth again.
"No... Please don’t stop... Don’t stop..."
She was already quite wet, making it easy for my fingers to slide over her clitoris. The way she moaned and moved her hips drove me wild, desperate to bury myself inside her. I couldn’t take it anymore.
She made a protesting sound when I pulled away, getting up and quickly removing the rest of my clothes. Before I completely removed my pants, I grabbed my wallet from my pocket and took out a condom. Aris watched as I put it on, biting her lower lip while admiring my erection.
Damn... that was too much for me.
I moved back to her and tore off her panties with urgency. I spread her legs and positioned myself between them. Then, with a sudden thrust, I began to enter her.
But I stopped when I realized the moan that escaped her lips was one of pain, not pleasure.
Shit...
I had completely forgotten about her hinting at inexperience. It had come up in a conversation when she was telling me about her health situation, so that detail had seemed almost irrelevant compared to the larger issues.
"Aris... you... Oh my God, are you... Are you a virgin?"
"Keep going, Dimitris... please..." she pleaded.
But I pulled out of her, leaning over her and cradling her face in my hands.
"Aris, I’m sorry, I..."
"Dimitris, please... Stop treating me like some fragile porcelain doll. I’m tired of being treated that way.
I’m a woman and I know what I want."
"I’ll go very slowly this time, okay?"
"I don’t want you to go slowly. I knew I’d feel some pain, but I can handle it because I know it will be worth it."
Despite her words, when I repositioned myself between her legs and entered her again, I did so very slowly, stopping whenever I saw a look of pain on her face. It was torture for me, but I continued this way until I was fully inside her.
"Does it hurt?"
"I already said it’s bearable," she replied, sounding slightly irritated with my overprotectiveness.
"It shouldn’t be bearable, Aris..."

Still standing inside her, I brought one of my hands to her clitoris, stimulating it with my fingers. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. I kept doing that, watching the pain on her face disappear completely, until she focused only on the pleasure. Then I started moving, slowly pulling out of her while I continued to masturbate her. Then I went back in, this time going a little deeper. And she moaned louder, arching her back. “It’s not supposed to be bearable…” I repeated. “It’s supposed to be perfect, like you deserve.” I kept moving, still slowly. I stopped masturbating her and took her hand, guiding it to where mine had been before. I saw her face blush, shy with that. “I want to see you touch yourself…” I said. “You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” “Not with someone watching.” “Do it for me to see, then.” Shyly, she did as I asked, sliding her fingers over her clitoris. Meanwhile, I focused completely on thrusting into her and watching the delight on her face.
While she masturbated, her fingertips also brushed the base of my cock, increasing my pleasure even more.
Her moans became louder, along with the incomprehensible words she tried to pronounce. I wondered to what extent her heart was racing at that moment and, consequently, how much that made her feel alive.
When I realized that there was no longer any trace of pain on her features, I was able to speed up my movements, thrusting myself deeper, harder, faster, feeling that I was going to cum at any moment. I held on until I felt all the muscles in her body tremble and an even louder scream filled the room, announcing that she had reached orgasm.
I followed her right after, realizing, surprised, that I had never felt like that before.
Sex with Aris hadn't just been good. It hadn't been like any other sex with another woman.
It was like a meeting of two broken souls, who together managed to find fulfillment and healing.