First Time

"Look at yourself closely. You have the most beautiful red hair I have ever seen". I could feel his hand gliding down my neck to my shoulders.
I struggled to get a grip on myself as he took a finger and wet it in his mouth and lightly glided it across my lips. I felt a little shiver go through me at he touched me.
"Look at those radiant clear green eyes. They are absolutely beautiful,” he said, but to someone like me, someone in the know, he was startlingly beautiful. “You’re like those characters in novels that the really lucky gets to spend the rest of his life with.”
Of course I had no idea what he was on about. Even after almost a year with him, I still couldn't believe that I deserved this degree of good fortune.
He took off my dress and I was left in only panties and a bra. My nipples were like two nubs trying to burst through my bra.
I tried to cover myself. My hands were too small to cover the folds of my stomach, I moved them to the rolls on my waist.
“I should get dressed," I protested in a mumble.
He ignored me. And trailed kissed from my neck to my nipples.
Butterflies were fluttering in my stomach as Roman and I got up the nerve to take my bra off.
He ripped off his shirt and it fell in a mess on the floor.
He picked me up and gently placed me on the bed.
He lifted his free hand and traced warm a finger around the outside of my lips as he spoke. "So, I gather you want me to fuck you, is that correct?"
"Yes. That is correct."
He took off my bra with his other hand. I was fumbling with the button of his jeans as I felt his tongue move down to my breasts. I didn’t try to stop him.
“God! Your tits are more beautiful than I imagined.” They were swollen much larger than I remembered.
I watched as his thumbs slipped under the elastic band and he bent down as his briefs went to his feet. He walked out of his underwear towards me. I couldn’t help but stare at his penis as he walked, it sort of reminded me of a banana, the fine curves of it. My eyes lingered at his balls. The hair around his privates was close cut, but not shaved.

Roman reached me then, and he held out his hand for mine. But instead I took his penis eagerly, his skin was, as always, smooth, hard, and warm. He gave my nipples a gentle tug.
I looked up at him as our eyes locked on each other and my heart gave a not-quite-so-gentle tug of its own.
In one dangerous movement he tore my panties off my body, kicked apart my legs so that my pussy lay at the mercy of his sight.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said.
I blushed and felt the flush as my face surely turned pink.
He actually made me feel proud and beautiful.

My head was already spinning by the time he leaned closer and pressed his lips against his mark on my neck again.

"Can I taste you, please," he breathed against my cheek. He pressed his lips gently to the mark on my neck an then pulled away.
"Do you think I'll ever get better at this?" I asked him. "That my heart might someday stop trying to jump out of my chest whenever you touch me?
"Whoa Nuru, calm down and try to breath normally."
My pulse was thudding in my ears. I put one hand over my heart. It drummed hyperactively under my palm. My heart was pumping as violently as the veins of his cock under my touch.
His tongue now on my breasts caressing them as I felt an unfamiliar current between my legs threatening to split me into unrecognizable pieces.
Now his thumbs and forefingers were pinching my swollen nipples rolling them back and forth. I thought I was going to explode.
My frustration took control. I was no longer satisfied with this --- whatever this was.
I quickened my pace and tightened my grip on his penis. He groaned.
"Slow down, there’s plenty of time,” he paused to take a deep breath and then stopped my hand with his. “Trust me, don’t you?”
I nodded.
“Good,” he said. Then he guided my hand back to his throbbing cock and moved them in a rhythm that was pleasurable for him. Then he let go.
I hesitated only slightly before closing my eyes and continuing the same rhythm.
He kept whispering in my ear; relax, breath, let it come slowly.
He spread my legs apart and crawled up so his face was right at my pussy. My embarrassment returned and I put my hand over it.
Roman whispered in my ear; "I would love to taste you, beautiful."
Me? Beautiful?
I didn't want to believe he was serious, but his blue eyes were brooding, focused solemnly on me.
I twisted around so that I could read his face. I had no choice but to believe him. To believe that indeed I was the most beautiful girl to him.
I whispered back. “I’d love that.”
He laid me on my stomach and cradled me. I felt his balls on my back.
I shook my head—as if I could shake away the desire—and tried to figure out what he was doing.
I didn’t feel embarrassed any longer and felt beautiful in front of him.
My stomach plunged.
I took his face between my hands and held it very tightly. “Baby, make love to me.”
I slowly relaxed as he his tongue traced unfamiliar patterns down my neck and the muscles on my back. I could feel his wet, flat tongue at the sides of my breasts as he licked my sides. He worked his way down to my waist.

From my waist he slid further down between my legs spreading them for room. I was never so embarrassed in my life, as my anus became exposed.

"Roman, what are you doing?" I asked as I felt his lips kissing my cheeks. God, it felt good. His lips reached deeper between my cheeks and I could feel them start to stroke my anus. I stiffened when his tongue replaced his lips.

“Am I hurting you…?” he asked, but his tongue didn’t slow, didn’t stop instead it travelled lower still until he was right at my pussy.

The pleasure was too much. I couldn’t answer him. Not with the moans erupting from deep within me.

I was in heaven and I knew then that I needed him inside of me to fill the void in my pussy.

His tongue danced around my clit.

He kept licking and I felt my hands go to his head. I pressed his face hard into me crushing my clitoris between my pelvic area and his squashed tongue while his hands were on my cheeks pulling me to him.

His finger started massaging my anus and the double sensation almost threw me off the edge.

He slid his finger inside my anus and started a slow rhythm that matched the one he’d unleashed on my pussy.

What?" I gasped.

“Relax,” he commanded and pushed me back down. I hadn’t realised I’d moved my upper body to begin with.

I nodded once and closed my eyes. He didn’t just lick me, it felt as though he was draining me. Draining the juices that were wetting the bed beneath me.

He turned me onto my back and guided my hands to his penis. My breasts were pressing up against his chest.

I positioned his cock in the entrance of my vagina. He lowered himself inside me, slowly. The pain was lost somewhere in the pleasure. We looked at each others eyes as he finally tore through the last barrier and entered fully.

I gasped from surprised. He was too big. I’d never felt anything like it. He started moving. In and out. Groaning his passion.

His finger somehow found my clitoris and he was massaging it relentlessly. His tongue couldn’t decide between my left or right nipple.

I was so worked up inside with emotions. Tears started welling in my eyes and roll down my cheeks. Roman kissed my tears.

He sighed, his lovely face serious. “Nuru, are you okay?”

The words came out in a whisper. “It’s just… I don’t know. I want more. I need more. Please.”

He tore himself away from me abruptly and hauled. I knew he’d let his wolf take over. That he’d stopped trying to be careful with me. His eyes changed into his wolf and his teeth sharpened.

He dragged me from the middle of the bed and positioned me at the edge of the bed so that my butt was hanging in the air.

He supported the dead weight of my legs easily and rammed into me. He was fuckin me so hard that I started screaming. I was sure the whole village could hear me.

It was a hundred times pleasurable than I'd imagined. I dig my fingers into his arms as I exploded. He groaned as he squirted his load of cum inside me but he didn’t stop.

His cum squirted out of me with each thrust making weird noises that filled the room.

He kept going and going until his second load exploded. Then he collapsed on top of me.

I could feel his penis softening and with the loss of fullness in my vagina, I felt the throbbing pain.

He fixed my position on the bed and then grabbed the white towel on the back of the computer chair. He wiped me dry and I could no longer keep my eyes open.

“I love you,” he said.

I was too weak to say it back.