I kept up the fast finger action and tongue work for almost ten minutes, and I could tell Catherine was getting tense.
Her hands, which had been playing with her breasts, clenched into fists.
Before long, she hit her climax, and a lot of her juices flowed out, her hips moving up and down, pushing her little hole up.
Every time she pushed up, I sucked on it hard, trying to get more of her juices. After each sucking, I released her, letting her hole fall back down, only to repeat the process incessantly.
We kept this up for about three minutes until her climax started to fade.
Catherine lay there panting on the bed, and her little hole was finally as wet as I wanted.
I got up and leaned over her, pressing my upper body against hers. Her soft breasts flattened against my hard chest, the sensation making my nipples hard.
Her breasts were pretty nice too!
I straightened up and slid my cock into her little hole. The tip just touched her hymen and couldn't go any further.
Catherine's arms wrapped tightly around my back, her fingers digging in.
Every time I tried to push in a bit, she'd scratch my back in pain.
Her nails were done, and the long nails hurt more than other women's scratches.
Soon, my back was covered in scratches.
I couldn't help but remind her, "Be gentle... you're tearing up my back."
"I don't want to... but your thing is poking me and it hurts. Can you pull it out?"
"But you have to go through this sooner or later. A little pain won't kill you. You're just starting, it's normal. After a few thrusts, you'll feel good and even crave my cock."
With that, I wrapped my hands around her back, thrust my hips, and slowly pushed my cock into her little hole.
"Stop... it hurts... it hurts! Please pull it out."
"Hang in there... just a bit longer... don't rush."
Not only was she in pain, but I was too. My cock was being squeezed so tight, it felt like it was going to be bitten off.
It hurt so much that even if I wanted to pull out, it was tough, let alone push further. My cock couldn't go all the way in, getting stuck halfway.
Sweat poured out of me, beads forming on my forehead.
Suddenly, I felt some liquid sliding down my cock, reaching the hotel bedsheet.
Looking down through her cleavage, I saw a bright red mark on my cock.
It was the trace of her hymen breaking, and I had taken her virginity.
Even though my cock was big and it was uncomfortable in her tight little hole, seeing the blood of her virginity made me feel proud, outweighing the discomfort.
After a few minutes with my cock inside her, I felt Catherine's little hole loosen up a bit, probably getting used to me and the lubrication from her virgin blood.
It felt wetter and easier to move. I tentatively moved my hips, slowly thrusting my cock into her vagina.
With each thrust, Catherine let out a low moan, her hips moving in sync with me, responding to my rhythm.
I glanced up and saw her flushed face. She had a blush around her eyes, looking super sexy, her eyes moist and seemingly enjoying it.
I couldn't help but ask, "How's it feel? Good?"
Catherine, a bit shy, turned her head away and didn't answer.
I just smiled, not pushing her to respond.
It was normal to feel embarrassed to talk dirty on the first night.
If she had acted like a pro with cheeky remarks, I might've doubted her virginity.
I focused on thrusting, sitting between her legs, my cock still inside her, just moving my hips.
As I thrust, her breasts bounced wildly, her nipples swaying all over the place, creating a mesmerizing sight.
I couldn't resist reaching out to squeeze her breasts, cupping them in my hands.
They weren't as big as Scarlett's or Hannah's, but they were soft and delicate, fitting perfectly in my hands. Squeezing them felt amazing, much better than Sophia's.
These breasts would be perfect for a titjob.
But since it was her first time, I didn't want to change positions too much and scare her.
Making love should be something we savor slowly in the future.
After about twenty minutes of thrusting, her nipples were rock hard, like little stones.
Her cheeks were even redder, like a freshly picked apple, vibrant and rosy.
"How about now? Feeling better?" I asked again.
Catherine still didn't answer directly, biting her lower lip, furrowing her brow, and even wrinkling her nose.
Her moans and hot breaths were driving me wild, making my blood boil.
Seeing her bright red face gave me a strong sense of conquest.
"If you don't answer, I might just keep going all night," I teased.
She gave me a reluctant look and finally said, "It's good."
"Really? You don't look fully satisfied. Maybe we should go again later."
She quickly shook her head, "No! It's really good, but..."
"But what?" I asked, confused.
She looked at me deeply, shook her head, and chose to stay silent.