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Six

IT was as if he knew she was watching. She hadn't even realized that she'd raised her head as she watched his head slide down her body because she couldn't seem to help but find out where he was going.

He looked up as his face hovered over her, in that spot where she could feel a gentle throbbing, a result of all that she had experienced under his touch and kisses since she entered the house.

Senyorito Enrique smiled at her and she stared at him, not knowing how to react. The smile was wicked but she didn't feel scared. She was anticipating something that wasn't at all scary. She just couldn't ask him what—

A short scream escaped from her when he buried his head down there.

Her head dropped on the soft pillows as she felt the pad of his tongue taste her.

Again, she was shocked.

Was this something couples actually do in bed? Was this really part of sex? When Madame Venus told her to just lie on the bed and it would be over soon, they said nothing about this!

And then she couldn't think anymore.

Her hands pulled on the sheets on both sides of her as he did there what he would have done to her mouth. The tip of his tongue not only tasted but sought, teased, and tickled.

She writhed as it played a spot in her that she didn't even know could be that sensitive.

She felt it enter her, and even as she questioned the sanity of a man doing something like that, her eyeballs rolled up again at the sensations that exploded as his lips sucked and his teeth nipped.

She was the one about to go crazy. How could she know that something like this could be possible? She just—

"Ahhh!"

He sucked harder at that sensitive spot, and she felt a finger enter her, and how it rubbed at her rendered her senseless. There was so much pleasure from a simple play of the fingers.

And then two fingers entered her and rubbed inner flesh that was wet and slick. It had a motion that had her hips following, synching with the play of his tongue, and the gentle suckling of his lips.

It gathered like a storm, a force that felt like hot fluid in her veins and galvanized her loins.

She couldn't stop it. She couldn't do anything. She was helpless as it solidified at her core and imploded.

Her back left the bed as a moan—almost a scream—escaped her lips.

Glorious pleasure traveled from where it burst to consume her whole body like liquid fire that didn't hurt but left intense pleasure in its wake.

She felt like she was shattered into innumerable pieces, and she wasn't whole still when he climbed up hers to secure himself between her legs again.

His lips captured hers in a searing kiss. His taut body covered her soft one, and strong arms gathered and made a cage of her on the bed.

And that's when he entered her.

She was so wet that when he thrust his hard meat into the opening of her sex, he slid right through, tearing her and piercing her completely.

She felt her inner muscles stretch to accommodate his girth. Her breath left her with the stabbing pain she felt.

But he had withdrawn and was thrusting again.

Her brain froze at the sudden awareness of what was happening. He was inside her, burning her, ravaging her... and she almost pushed at him but she was just so shocked.

Tears escaped the side of her eyes when she squeezed them shut, her mouth open at the pain that did not leave as he continued to thrust, and thrust...

With her face buried in his chest, she became aware of his moans of pleasure.

She realized this was exactly what Madame Venus had talked about. This was it. This was what she was paid for, to endure this for his pleasure.

A thin sheen of sweat was on his face, and she had this, too, and their bodies slid against each other in this sweat. She also realized that the pain was starting to get dull now.

And she was feeling that again.

He had developed a rhythm, leaving the roughness of his first thrusts to adapt the same swiftness his fingers had done earlier as it first tested her.

Arianna felt the writhing of her body as it lay restless under him, seeming to want to participate, anticipating each thrust.

Her hips moved against him of their own volition, following the pace he had started, and he moaned more. His lips left kisses on her forehead, and her nose and cheeks. His lips and teeth nipped at her lips almost playfully while his thrusting bunched muscles on his arms and shoulders.

She was now watching him in wonder, seeing how beautiful he was. Seeing the display of the most virile man she knew she would ever meet.

She could feel the building of that force again, and as soon as that, she lost her mind again. She clung to him now that she knew how forceful it could be.

And when it did come, the slickness of his naked skin sliding against her skin added fuel to the bliss. She felt like she had been thrown into the sky, even as her body did not leave the bed.

His hot, deep kiss brought her back to the ground. His now rock-hard-like body warned her that it was his due. She somehow knew when he had come, too.

She felt hot liquid inside her after he'd made his last powerful thrusts and he groaned the most guttural sound she had ever met in a man.

Like he was releasing his very soul to gain pleasure.

She held him as his body convulsed above her. He then collapsed upon her, his body melting like butter, his weight strangely comforting as it pinned her to the soft bed.

They were like that for a few moments, both breathing hard and holding on to each other like lost souls who'd found companions.

Then he rolled down to her side.

She winced as his cock, not as hard but not really even soft, was pulled from her. But his arms were already gathering her to him. His whole body was cupping hers like a blanket on the bed.

And then he was kissing her again. It was a kiss that was sweet in its tenderness. His nose rubbed at her nose. His eyes struggled to open so he could look at her in the semi-darkness.

"You were wonderful. Thank you. You..." he abruptly stopped, as if he suddenly couldn't talk.

Then he rubbed his cheek with hers, and it was as sweet and tender as his kiss.

And after that, his body relaxed.

And he fell asleep.

Meanwhile, Arianna lay there inside his embrace, thinking she should be crying for what she had lost that night that she couldn't ever get back.

She could feel the throbbing of pain in her womanhood. She could remember how she'd hurt the first moment when he'd ruined her. She remembered the incredible bliss afterward.

And somehow, when the tears started to slide down the side of her eyes to fall on his regularly breathing chest, she was not crying for the lost virginity.

She was crying for the bliss she knew she would never experience again.

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