My One And Only - Chapter 55 The First Time

Pitter-patter .. The rain washed upon the windows followed by a lightning thunder. The trees and the grasses swayed as heavy wind blew upon them, with the continuous raining. The outside weather was like a complete chaos, with everything happening together at once.

Inside Arnav’s room, the king sized bed was covered in white sheet with two persons naked in them, moving hysterically. Sofya’s u0026 Arnav’s dress were strewn on floor and the room was in complete darkness, except for the light coming from the table lamp.

And then it suddenly stopped. Sofya surfaced a little from a dark, sweet world where she felt only his mouth and the stirring stroking of his hands over her flesh. She opened her eyes and saw him leaning up on his forearm, studying her face in the mellow glow of the desk lamp.

“What are you doing?” she whispered, but the thin, wispy voice didn’t sound like hers.

“Looking at you.” As he said it, his gaze moved down along the sides of her breasts past her waist, then down her thighs and legs.

Embarrassed, Sofya stopped him from what he was doing by touching her lips to his chest. His muscles flinched reflexively as she brushed her lips over his skin, and his hand sank slowly into the hair at her nape, lifting her forward. This time when she raised her gaze to his, he bent his head. His mouth captured hers almost roughly, his tongue parting her lips and driving into her mouth in a fiercely erotic kiss that sent flames shooting through her entire body.

Leaning over her, he kissed her until she heard herself moaning softly, and then his mouth was at her breasts, making them ache while his fingers explored and tormented and made her back arch against his hand. He moved, his body shifting on top of her, his hips insistent, his lips rough and tender against the curve of her neck and cheek. His mouth returned to hers again, parting her lips; his legs wedged between hers, parting her thighs, and all the while his tongue was tangling with hers, withdrawing and plunging deep.

And then he stopped again.

Cradling her face between his palms, he ordered hoarsely, “Look at me.”

Somehow Sofya managed to surface from her sensual daze; she forced her lids open and looked into his scorching brown eyes. The moment she did, Arnav drove into her with a force that tore a low cry from her throat and made her body arch like a bow. In that split second he recognized he’d just taken her virginity, and his reaction was more violent than hers.

Arnav froze, his eyes clenched shut. His shoulders and arms taut, he stayed there inside her, unmoving.

“Why?” he demanded in a raw whisper.

She shivered at the accusation she thought she heard and misunderstood his question. “Because I haven’t done it before.”

That answer made his eyes open and what she saw wasn’t disappointment or accusation, it was tenderness and regret.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I could have made this much easier for you.”

Spreading her fingers over his cheek, Sofya said with a soft, reassuring smile, “You did make it easy. And perfect.”

That accomplished what nothing else had. It made him groan. He covered her lips with his and, with infinite gentleness, began to move inside her, withdrawing almost all the way and slowly plunging deep, steadily increasing the tempo of his driving strokes, giving and giving until Sofya was wild beneath him. Her fingernails bit into his back and hips, clutching him to her, while the passion raging inside her built into a holocaust, and still it went on and on, until it finally exploded in long soul- destroying bursts of extravagant pleasure.

Gathering her into his arms, Arnav shoved his fingers into her hair, kissing her with fiery urgency, and drove into her one more time. The deep raw hunger of his kiss, the sudden surge of liquid from his body into hers, made Sofya clasp him tighter and moan with the exquisite sensation.

Her heart beating frantically, she moved onto her side with him, her face pressed against his chest, his arms tight around her.

“Do you have any idea,” he whispered in a shaken, hoarse voice, his lips brushing her cheek, “how exciting you are, and how responsive?”