He puts my panties aside and lowers himself back between my legs. He inserts his finger inside me as he lets out a sigh through his nose and a slight moan into my mouth. He slowly moves his finger in and out as I squirm a little from the slight discomfort until I become wetter. He starts to move his finger faster in and out of me. My body starts to tingle, and my goosebumps heighten. I arch my back and moan into his mouth. My heart is beating fast, and my breathing has now become panting. He removes his finger and kisses me the deepest he ever has. He grabs himself and rubs his head up and down my clit before inserting his penis into me. I gasp as he presses himself into me slowly, letting out another sigh from his nose.
"FUCK!" he groans into my mouth.
Oh, my God, he's not stopping. He pushes farther into me; it hurts but feels amazing at the same time. He presses a little farther in before drawing himself back slowly then back in farther again. His pelvic thrusts are so satisfying despite being painful as well. I can feel myself stretch out as he moves in and out while I become wetter. The pain subsides a little but is still apparent as he begins to move in and out more quickly.
I let out a strange moan.
"Are you okay?" he whispers.
"Yea, it just hurts a little," I say while I breathe out another more sensual moan.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No."
I close my eyes, taking in the out of this world sex we are having and how he feels inside me. I begin to kiss him again, and we return to aggressively massaging each other's tongues. He starts to thrust his tumescent penis inside me harder and faster. It almost unbearable, but I'm too aroused to do anything about it. I dig my nails into his back.
"I'm going to cum!" he moans as his voice shudders.
He grabs his briefs and pulls out, grabbing hold of the head of his cock. He lays his head on my chest as he shakes and groans while ejaculating into his boxer briefs. I can feel the burning sensation from my vagina as it pulsates from being penetrated by a larger than average dick. He certainly has a huge one, and it's not like I've seen or been with a lot either. I lay there, catching my breath as Luke returns from his mini seizure.
Chapter Forty-One
After collecting himself, Luke lifts his head off my chest and kisses me softly.
"I'm sorry I didn't last very long. I am kind of embarrassed about it. It's been a while since I've had sex, quite a long while, and you felt awesome," he says, shyly.
I want to ask him how long it's been and how many people he's slept with, but part of me doesn't want to know the answer. I want to know if he's been with anyone since he's been here. I'm sure he has; going two years without sex is a long time. He may not have lasted long, which is fine, but we finally had our first time together.
"It's okay. It's been a while for me—too," I reply, still in shock, as we finally just had sex without being interrupted or stopping.
It was exactly how I imagined it would be, only better. Granted, it was mid-day, and we were out in the open where anyone could have easily stumbled upon us, yet it was magical—even though it was in the grass on a blanket.
Luke rolls himself off me, and I sit up next to him. I'm still a little tingly, even though I didn't climax, but I'm super sore. He hands me my panties, then asks if I'd pass him his pants. I slip on my panties and stand up to put my pants on. Luke has already put his pants on and rolls his cum-stained boxer briefs up in his towel. I slide my shirt over my head as Luke hugs me from behind. I stop what I'm doing and grab hold of his arms while he hugs me tight.
I help Luke fold up the blanket, and we head back down the path to his truck. The walk back is quiet. Neither of us speaks a word to each other. It's not an awkward silence but taking in what just happened between us, silence. I am not sure if he is as high on life as I am right now. I am jumping with joy, and I have goosebumps all over me. I feel closer to him, pleased, and content with everything. I hope he is feeling more than embarrassed or disappointed that he didn't last long.
I can't tell as he hasn't spoken to me since he asked for his pants and apologized for being quick on the trigger.
We reach his truck, and he opens my door for me. He smiles but doesn't say a word or kiss me. I watch him walk around his truck, opening the back door to put the blanket and his towel on the seat. Now, it's become a little awkward. I don't know what to say to ease this strange tension that's growing.
"Are you hungry?" he asks, while reaching his arm back over his headrest reverse his truck down the gravel road.
"Yes," I reply.
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