Amapola Part 2

I had already been excited by Salvatore, even without admitting it; looking at his masculinity made me wet. The day I saw him naked in the bathroom, when I rushed to take a shower in the other room, my legs were wet from the liquid that had dripped down, and while washing myself intimately in the shower, I let out a moan, as my vagina was swollen, surprised that I had never felt that before. I took my fingers back there and touched myself lightly. It felt good, but nothing compared to what Salvatore’s fingers were doing to me.
He pinched my clitoris, and I screamed. A sensation of pleasure mixed with a sharp sting of pain took over me, but when he slid a finger inside my wet slit, I felt not just a sting of pain but a real burning, and I realized what was about to happen; he was touching my virginity, and he was going to take it away.
The tight jeans were limiting his movements, so getting off me, he removed the boots I was wearing and pulled my pants and panties down in one swift motion. For a moment, I was grateful for the distance; I needed to think about whether I should tell him I was a virgin or not, and with his mouth and fingers on my body, I couldn’t think clearly.
What if he backed out? I didn’t want to stop, but I felt like I needed to say something. My mind was pulled away from doubt when he knelt on the floor and, unexpectedly, buried his head between my legs.
I didn’t know how it happened, but when Salvatore stood before the bed after making my body convulse under the touch of his tongue and fingers, he was naked, gloriously naked. I admired his member, already covered by a condom, and noted that what I had seen in the bathroom, which I thought was big, was even larger and thicker.
“Dio santo,” I said, scared, and I think he noticed.
“Do you want to stop, bella?”
“No, Salvatore.” I considered whether or not to tell him again. “Continue.” I decided to stay silent.
His mouth returned to devour mine, and I felt him bring his hand down, aligning the head of his penis at my entrance. Then his fingers moved to my clitoris, making circular motions over it, and I moaned.
I felt him push at my entrance, and a high-pitched scream escaped my mouth. Involuntarily, I brought my hands to my entrance and confirmed that nothing had entered; the head of his member was still outside of me. God, I wasn’t going to hold out. Did everything about this man have to be so exaggerated?
“Mia bella,” he said as I locked my legs around his waist, halting his movements. “You’re so tight; how long has it been since you’ve been with a man?”
“I’ve never been with a man,” I finally said what I should have said before. If he didn’t want to continue, at least I had been honest.
“What did you say?” he asked, shocked, pulling back slightly, but I could still feel his head pressing against my entrance.
“I’m sorry I didn’t say it before, but I thought you would stop,” I stumbled over my words, justifying myself.
“Shit, Amapola. I thought that…”
“I know what you thought, Salvatore. If you don’t want to continue, I understand.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No, keep going, per favore,” I practically begged.
“Amapola, then help me and relax. I’ve never been with anyone like this, so it will be my first time too. If it hurts too much or feels uncomfortable, just tell me, and I’ll stop, va bene?”
“I won’t ask you to stop, Salvatore. I want this... very much.”
“Oh, shit.” Salvatore kissed me passionately, his hands roaming all over my body, but he focused on my clitoris. He stimulated it again, and I lost myself in the sensations he was awakening in me.
Slowly, he forced his way in; I felt pain at the site, but my whole body was dominated by other sensations. I tried to push the discomfort from my mind, and finally, he penetrated me. I knew he was making a tremendous effort to hold back and not hurt me, but still, he pushed every inch inside me.
“Fuck, Amapola,” he exclaimed as I let out a scream. I knew at that moment my seal had been broken. Just as he promised, he made me his. “Your tightness is almost painful for me, mia bella. If it’s too much for you, just say, and I’ll stop.”
“Keep going, Salvatore. I don’t want you to stop. I’ve already lost myself in the pain; now teach me to feel pleasure,” I said, and he kissed me passionately.
Slowly, Salvatore began to make slow movements, pulling out and then returning inside me. It was more than a feeling of fullness; I felt him touching places I didn’t even know existed.
Little by little, the pain began to fade, and a trembling sensation took over my entire body again. I moved my hips towards him, wanting more with each passing moment. Salvatore understood and increased the rhythm; the sweat from his body dripped onto my chest and stomach as the pace of his movements grew.
I let out a liberating scream as I trembled under his body and heard a groan escape his lips as he trembled too. Then he let his weight fall on me.
Our breaths were ragged, accelerated, and I finally understood everything the girls who studied with me had said about sex. Even after hearing their stories, I never imagined it would be like this.

“Are you okay, mia bella?”
“I think so,” I said, smiling, but I grimaced in pain when he pulled his member out.
“I hurt you.” It wasn’t a question but a statement as he looked where our bodies had joined just moments before.
I sat up on the bed and understood his shock; the white satin sheets boasted a large red stain. Salvatore moved away, and all I had seen on his face moments ago had vanished—he was angry. Was it at me?

“You didn’t hurt me,” I said, wrapping my arms around him from behind as I approached the window. “As I said before all of this, I know you wouldn’t hurt me.”
“How can you be so sure, Amapola?” he asked as he looked into my eyes.
“I see it, Salvatore. I see something you want to hide from yourself. Now I can see with the eyes of the soul and the heart.” I remembered Angela’s words.
“Don’t have so much faith in me, Bella.”
“I will always have faith, Salvatore. I always will,” I said, allowing him to take my lips once again.
Now he had everything of mine: my body, my soul, and my heart.