Chapter 22

I wasn’t complaining, especially since his voice was erotic in itself.

"You’re big. Will… will it fit?" I asked cautiously, and he laughed.

"Yes, moi rys. You were made for me, you can believe that." He paused, and while rubbing his cock against my ass and masturbating me, he grabbed my hair, pulling it back and leaning in to whisper in my ear, "Put your hands on the wall and hold on. You’re going to need it."

I obeyed, anxious for what was to come, and then I felt the other finger Ilya had promised entering me. But he was still moving the first one with a certain delicacy, a careful touch. When he invaded me again, he let go of the restraint and practically thrust into my pussy, using his thumb to massage my clit.

I moaned loudly, absorbed in the unfamiliar sensations. Ilya pulled my head back a little more and kissed me, deep and slow, and if I could form a coherent thought, I would have wondered how he managed to keep such perfect coordination, stimulating me in so many different ways.

The kiss was delicious, his grip was firm, and the chills running down my spine left my legs weak. I didn’t stand a chance.

I had never been able to give myself an orgasm, but I had heard descriptions of what it was like. Read about it. Talked with friends before everything happened. I was on the verge of having one.

I tried to understand my body’s responses, to absorb every sensation, but it was like a hurricane. Like a tornado appearing out of nowhere and sweeping away my senses.

It took me a moment to realize that the sound echoing through the room was my own moan, but by the time I did, it was too late—I could barely stand, let alone control the noises coming from my lips.

Ilya lifted me into his arms, carrying me to the bed, laying me down, and spreading my legs apart again.

"Now I’m going to taste you, Alejandra. And, by God, I’ve been wanting this for a long time. So don’t be surprised if I take my time here."

Take his time? How long?

I tried to process his words as I slowly came back to reality after the orgasm, but I couldn’t focus on anything else because his hot, wet tongue landed right on my clit while his fingers plunged deep inside me once more, exciting my already sensitive flesh.

He started like that, but after setting my body on fire, he moved lower, spreading my folds and thrusting his tongue inside without mercy. Ilya licked, sucked, kissed, and tortured me, and if having his fingers inside me had already been enough to make me surrender, his mouth on me was pushing me toward insanity.

I lifted my hips higher, greedily taking in every second. I moaned without caring who might hear, and I had no idea what to do with my hands. I grabbed the sheets, but it also felt incredible to tangle my fingers in Ilya’s long hair and hold him right where he was.

I came again, but he didn’t stop. He continued his exploration, with the same hunger, as if savoring me was a pleasure he refused to be deprived of.

So much so that another orgasm followed. A third. By the time Ilya moved back up my body and captured my lips again, I was trembling, completely spent.

"I’m wearing a condom, okay?" he murmured, positioning himself at my entrance, allowing me to feel the latex-covered tip of his cock.

Just like I hadn’t noticed when he removed his clothes, I hadn’t noticed this, either.

The kiss resumed as he started to push inside, with a gentleness that still seemed incompatible with his size. He was careful, making sure to hurt me as little as possible.

Since my body was still highly sensitive from the previous orgasms, he slid in smoothly until he reached my hymen, which tore with a sharp pain, like something ripping inside me.

I bit my lower lip to keep from crying out, and he covered my face in soft kisses.

"It’ll pass, moi rys. And when you’re completely ready, I’ll show you the other ways to make love. I’ll fuck you, just like you asked me to."

So this wouldn’t be the only time. I tried to see that as a good thing and surrendered to the moment, allowing myself to relax.

It didn’t take long to adjust to his size, to the feeling of having him inside me.

I would be sore, I would feel a sting, but so many bad things had already happened to me. Feeling pain for something good was almost a relief.

I was losing my virginity to a man I was deeply attracted to—maybe even falling for. It was a privilege.

With the first thrust, Ilya growled as he always did.

"Delicious. I’m going to lose my mind with you, Alejandra."

And he did, little by little. Moving in and out. Exploring. Rotating his hips in a way that made me see stars—not from pain, just pleasure.

I clung to his broad shoulders, holding on as his thrusts became less gentle. I wrapped my legs around his waist, crossing my ankles behind his back, and Ilya reached up to the headboard, gripping it for leverage.

Soon, I wasn’t even thinking about my lost virginity anymore, because everything felt so good it hardly seemed like a first time.

"Ilya!" I moaned loudly when a particularly deep thrust knocked the air out of my lungs. "Ilyaaaa!" I cried out when another made me forget my own name.

"You’re going to come, aren’t you? I can feel it. You’re clenching around me so tight. Fuck!" he groaned, and I answered the best I could through my moans. "Good, because I won’t last much longer."

We both lost ourselves in our pleasure, reaching our peak almost together. I first, and then him, in perfect sync.

It was magical. It was perfect.

And I wanted more of the man I was hopelessly falling for.