Previous Part: My Life Journey – Part 5 (Erotic Foreplay)
Hello, I’m Rhea, and I want to share the true story of my life—my journey through pain, pleasure, and struggle. Read to understand the reality behind who I am today and the transformation I’ve gone through.
You read Eric and I had intense foreplay where we ate each other and had heavenly feelings.
Let’s start. Eric’s laughter, warm and rich, joined mine before he leaned down and kissed me again. This time, he bit my lower lip hard, causing me to let out a small “ouch.” And it bled. I could feel the blood taste. His tongue slipped into my mouth, exploring me slowly.
I hesitated before meeting him on my own. The kiss deepened, his lips and tongue teasing mine in a way that made me forget everything else. When he pulled back, his breath was warm against my lips.
“Every time you eat, drink, or brush your teeth in the morning,” he murmured, his voice filled with affection, “you’ll think of me.” I knew he was talking about lip bite. His words made my cheeks burn, and I felt a smile tug at my lips. “You’re impossible,” I whispered, but my heart swelled with happiness.
Eric’s hand guided me gently toward the bed. I let him lead me, feeling shy and exhilarated as I lay back against the cool sheets. He stood over me momentarily, his eyes tracing every inch of me with an intensity that made me feel cherished. “You’re breathtaking, Rhea,” he said softly, his voice filled with reverence.
I reached out, pulling him closer. At that moment, I knew I was exactly where I wanted to be—completely vulnerable, open, and completely his. Eric whispered, “Tell me what you want.” The faint light lit up his beautiful face.
I was shy, and he asked again, “Say what you want.”
I blued in shame. I couldn’t say it. My head tilted to the right, and so did Eric’s. “You can’t wait, right?” I couldn’t, but I had no way of telling him. I had never learned to say it. I wasn’t used to saying it. Eric smiled sweetly as he watched me bursting, dried out with heat, in thirst of desire.
Eric slid a pillow beneath my hips, his hands steady and deliberate. He knelt before me, his gaze locking with mine. I felt a deep trust in that moment—a silent understanding that he would take care of me. As he leaned closer, his cock warmth met my pussy.
I felt his firmness brush against my most sensitive skin. The sensation was new, overwhelming, yet exhilarating. I couldn’t hold back the soft moan that escaped my lips. He smiled, his eyes full of affection, and moved slowly, letting the moment build naturally.
With a deliberate touch, Eric guided his cock with one hand, his movements gentle as he explored the folds of my pussy. His other hand began a tender journey, sliding from my navel up to my tits. He alternated between my nipples, teasing and caressing with a reverence that made me feel cherished.
I wished him to crush my tits, but he was slow and teasing. My hips instinctively tilted upward, seeking his cock, but Eric pulled back slightly, a soft smile playing on his lips. “Relax,” he murmured, his voice soothing and caring. “Let me take care of you and your pussy.”
I nodded, surrendering to the moment and letting myself trust him completely. Slowly, he returned to me, positioning his dick over my pussy carefully as his fingers gently parted my pussy. He pressed the tip of cock against my warm pussy, not rushing, just letting me adjust.
My body reacted to him, a mixture of nervousness and excitement coursing through me. As he moved gently, I felt his cock hardness press against my pussy, testing, teasing. He paused to meet my gaze, silently asking for permission, and I nodded.
With careful precision, he began to ease into my pussy, his movements slow and deliberate. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever felt—intense and foreign, yet undeniably intimate. My pussy muscles tensed as I adjusted to his cock thickness, and a soft gasp escaped my lips.
Eric paused immediately, his hand stroking my hair gently. He began to move again, inch by inch, giving me time to adjust. I felt my body respond to his penetration, the tension slowly giving way to something deeper. A sense of fullness, connection, and undeniable pleasure.
He moved his cock deeper, and his lips found mine, capturing them in a kiss that was both tender and passionate. His free hand continued to explore my body, tracing patterns across my skin. Teasing my sensitive nipple and making me feel alive in a way I never had before.
Pulling back slightly, he whispered, “You’re perfect, Rhea. Every part of you. You are so tight, your pussy feels awesome.” His words made my cheeks flush and made me feel seen, beautiful and adored. My body responded to his fuck, my hips rising to meet his gentle rhythm.
With each penetration, the connection between us deepened. I melted into the moment. He penetrated with care, never rushing, his focus entirely on me. I could feel every inch of his cock as he moved slowly in and out of my pussy. Each motion sends waves of pleasure through me.
My pussy tightened around his cock, and he paused, giving me a moment to breathe. “You’re amazing, so tight like a virgin,” he murmured, kissing my forehead. As the rhythm of his penetration grew more deliberate, so did the intensity. Eric’s hands found mine, intertwining our fingers.
He pressed deeper, his body aligning perfectly with mine. I felt completely connected to him. We were moving, lost in a dance that only the two knew.
When he finally pushed deeper, filling me. I let out a soft cry—not of pain, but of overwhelming sensation.
He paused immediately, his hand brushing my cheek. “Are you okay?” he asked again, his voice filled with tenderness. “Yes,” I whispered, my eyes meeting his. “Don’t stop.” Eric smiled and added, “Might be your husband had never unlocked you this deeper of your pussy. He left this for me to explore.”
His lips brushed against mine as he continued banging me. His movements grew more confident. Each deep thrush inside my pussy brought a new wave of sensation. I found myself rising higher, losing myself in the moment. When he leaned down to kiss my nipple again, he bit my nipple hard, making me cry.
It was both pain and pleasure. He paused due to my cry, and I relaxed for some time. After a brief pause, Eric began moving again, his motions deliberate and slow, full of teasing. Then after some slow strokes, he pulled out his cock almost completely out of my pussy.
I felt my pussy relaxing, but before I sense a moment of relief. Suddenly, without warning, his huge cock penetrated my pussy and entered deep into my underused pussy. I shrieked, and my body arched like a bow. Each stroke was measured and intentional.
With every deep thrust, waves of pleasure coursed through my body, building higher and higher. He pushed his cock inside my pussy fully and paused, his cock reaching my womb. I felt an intense fullness deep inside my pussy that sent shivers up my spine.
As he pulled back his dick, the absence of his cock left me yearning as though a tether had been briefly loosened. My eyes fluttered shut. My body instinctively followed his rhythm, moans spilling from my lips like a melody I couldn’t control. “If I had wings,” I thought, “I’d be soaring right now.”
Eric leaned forward, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, “You’re amazing, Rhea. Your pussy is amazing. Your pussy is no more a virgin, unlike left by your hubby. Just enjoy.” His words melted into me, his voice grounding me even as the sensations threatened to send me spiralling.
He continued his rhythm for what felt like an eternity, allowing me to savour every moment, every touch. My body quivered beneath him, my pussy muscle stiffened. Soon, I felt an overwhelming release wash over me. The intensity left me breathless.
When he pulled back his cock, I heard a soft sound from my wet pussy, followed by his amused chuckle. “Looks like you’ve already made a mess,” he teased gently, glancing at the damp pillow beneath me. I blushed deeply, covering my face with my hands.
“I—I’ve never felt anything like this before,” I admitted shyly, peeking at him through my fingers. Eric smiled, his expression warm and tender. “It’s beautiful, Rhea. You’re beautiful. You must enjoy your life.” Before I could respond, he leaned down and kissed my lips.
He resumed his movements. This time, with a little more intent but still teasing, taking his time. My body responded to his penetration instinctively, arching to meet his rhythm, craving more. “Faster,” I pleaded, my voice barely above a whisper. Eric smiled, his movements remaining slow and deliberately teasing.
“You’re so sensitive,” he murmured, his hand brushing down my tits over his previously bit side, sending a fresh wave of goosebumps across my skin. “I want you to feel everything.” I groaned, frustrated by his teasing. I began moving my hips against his thrust, trying to set the pace myself.
He chuckled, his hands gripping my waist to steady me. “Patience,” he said, though there was a playful edge to his voice. Gradually, his pace increased, the sensations intensifying. He moved his cock deeper again, faster, and with more purpose. My breath came in gasps mixed with moans.
My hands clutched the sheets as the pleasure built to its peak. “Harder,” I begged, my voice trembling with need. Eric obliged, his movements growing firmer and harder, going more deep inside my pussy. Sending me over the edge of release once more.
My body trembled. My legs curled instinctively as waves of release washed over me, leaving me breathless and utterly spent. He paused, brushing hair from my face, his expression soft. “You’re incredible. Your pussy still felt like a virgin,” he said, his voice filled with admiration.
I smiled faintly, still catching my breath. “You make me feel that way. I felt like losing my virginity today,” I whispered. But Eric wasn’t done. He leaned down, kissing my tits gently before sitting back slightly. “Turn over,” he said softly. “On your hands and knees.”
I hesitated, my body exhausted from the intensity of what we’d just shared. But his eyes, filled with both desire and affection, reassured me. I nodded, slowly getting up and lowering myself to the floor. I positioned myself on all fours, my breathing still uneven as I steadied myself.
“You’re perfect,” Eric murmured, his hands resting on my hips. “I’ll take care of your unused body today.” Eric held my waist gently, his touch filled with care and affection. He positioned his dick from behind over my pussy, his presence strong yet comforting.
I could feel his steady breath as he whispered, “Are you ready?” I nodded, my heart racing with anticipation and nervousness. He inserted his cock slowly. His movement was deliberate and careful, ensuring I was comfortable. He inserted his cock inside my lovely pussy, and a wave of sensations surged through me.
I stiffened slightly, overwhelmed by the unfamiliar yet intoxicating feelings. Reaching half inside my pussy, he gave a hard push, and I felt his cock reach my abdomen. I stiffened my body, and my pussy contracted and squeezed his cock. And I moaned loudly.
“Are you okay?” he asked softly. I managed a small smile, whispering, “Your dick is tearing my pussy and reaching till my tummy. The feeling is just so new… it feels intense.” He chuckled lightly, his laughter warm and reassuring. “It’s only a sensation, Rhea. Let’s take this one step at a time.”
Eric’s patience eased my tension. Soon, I found he started giving alternate hard and medium thrush. I found myself relaxing into his rhythm. He was gentle. His movements were in sync with my body, as if he were listening to every reaction and adjusting to what I needed.
Every time he ravishes my pussy and goes deep, it feels intense, and my body ache. He caressed my back with one hand, igniting sparks along my spine. His other hand found its way to my anal hole, entwining his fingers and making me move my pelvis. His dick tip gave me a different sensation.
As the moment deepened, I felt a growing connection. His care and attention to my comfort made me trust him in ways I hadn’t expected. Every movement and glance felt purposeful, building something profound between us. “Rhea,” he murmured, his voice filled with awe, “you’re amazing.”
He held my hair and pulled. I extended my neck, and he was ramming my pussy from my back. With one hand, he applied a little pressure on my back. It lowered my internal organs as well as pelvic muscle contraction making my pussy hole narrow now. I was feeling his shaft bigger.
My pussy muscle was clenching over his shaft. I turned to meet his gaze, my heart swelling with mixed emotions. “I’ve never felt this way before,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. Eric smiled, “You deserve to feel this, to be cherished,” he said.
His words melted into me, making the moment all the more special. He leaned into me. His lips met mine in a passionate and gentle kiss. He moved slowly, savouring every touch and second as though time had paused just for us. “Go faster,” I whispered, my voice trembling with need.
A smile played at the corners of his lips, but he obliged. His rhythm is changing. He moved his cock with a mix of tenderness and intensity. His touch ignited sensations that left me breathless. His strokes grew deliberate, drawing me closer to an inevitable release.
And then, in a single, deliberate thrust, he pushed deeper. His pace quickened as his hands steadied me. I felt his cock reaching my abdomen. The connection between us felt electric. My body responded to every movement as though we were perfectly attuned.
My breath hitched, my body trembling as I felt myself nearing the peak of pleasure. “I’m close,” I gasped, my voice barely audible, overcome by the wave building inside me. He paused, meeting my gaze, and I could see the same intensity mirrored in his eyes.
With care, he shifted, laying down on the floor and guiding my pussy onto his dick. His hands were firm on my waist. I sat over his cock. I felt his dick fully within my love hole, a sensation so deep that it took my breath away. I glanced down as his cock bulged.
His hands guided me as I began moving slowly, savouring every inch, every sensation. “You feel incredible,” he murmured, his voice heavy with pleasure. I felt my cheeks flush with warmth. His words fueled me, and I started to move my pussy more deliberately.
Each motion brought a deeper wave of pleasure that coursed through my body.
The way we moved together was like a dance, each touch, each sound, weaving a symphony of connection and passion. I felt my release building again, this time more intense, more consuming.
Pressing down fully, I moved in every direction, letting my most sensitive spots brush against his pelvis, the sensation pushing me over the edge. “I’m there,” I gasped. I released, my body trembling with the force of it. The moment was overwhelming, raw, and beautiful.
“I’m close too,” he said, his voice filled with urgency. I looked into his eyes, and our connection deepened by the vulnerability of the moment. “Not inside,” I murmured. He nodded, respecting my wishes without hesitation. He withdrew his cock, his breath ragged, and gently shifted me aside.
“Come closer,” he said softly, his tone a mix of love and desire. I could feel the warmth of my body, still tingling from my release, as he moved closer. I saw the glisten of moisture from his dick tip. I couldn’t help but smile, knowing we had shared something profound.
“I need you,” he whispered, his eyes pleading but patient. He brought his cock near my lips. But feeling it dirty, I said I wouldn’t take it in my mouth now. He agreed and guided me, I hesitated for a moment, then reached out, my hands wrapping around his cock.
I moved my hands slowly at first, the friction making him shudder beneath my touch. He closed his eyes, his breath quickening as I increased the pace, watching him unravel in my hands. His release came moments later, a warm rush spilling over my face, neck, and tits.
His sigh of satisfaction filled the space around us. He leaned forward, cupping my face with his hands, his lips brushing against mine in the softest kiss. “Thank you,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. I smiled, feeling a warmth in my chest that was more than physical.
We lay together afterwards, his arms wrapped protectively around me. I felt a profound sense of love and connection. It wasn’t just about the passion—how he made me feel cherished, both body and soul. His gentle kiss on my forehead sent warmth through me as his fingers traced soothing patterns on my back.
“You’re incredible, Rhea,” he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity. “This has been more than I ever imagined.” I smiled against his chest, feeling vulnerable and deep contentment. “I don’t want this to end,” I admitted, my voice barely a whisper.
He held me closer, his warmth surrounding me like a cocoon. “Let’s make the most of our time,” he replied, his voice steady. But tinged with a bittersweet undertone that mirrored my own emotions. Later, my thoughts were racing. I reflected on how effortlessly he had drawn me into his world.
How naturally I had surrendered to the moment. I had given myself to him completely, allowing him to explore and savour me in ways I had never experienced before. But the truth was undeniable. I had never felt this joy, intimacy, and fulfilment until now.
It wasn’t just physical—a kind of liberation I hadn’t experienced before. A connection that felt deeply personal yet intoxicating. He gently kissed my forehead, his lips lingering as though savouring the moment’s intimacy. “What do you like most about me?” I asked, my voice soft but curious.
His eyes locked with mine as he responded, “Your beautiful complexion, your perfectly rounded, firm boobs, and your sensitive skin and simplicity.” His words sent a warm blush rushing to my cheeks. I said, “Color? But it isn’t white.” I whispered shyly, trying to mask my growing smile.
He said, “That’s what makes it so beautiful. Your colour is beautiful, your skin so smooth, your hair is so black, your pussy is like a virgin. Your breasts—I have never seen such big breasts, like a pair of melons. You’ll drive me crazy.”
Leaning closer, he brushed his lips against my breast, trailing kisses until he reached my already sensitive nipple peak. He kissed it softly before whispering, “This is what I love most.” His hands moved with purpose, gently exploring. His fingers brushed against my curled hair over pussy.
A sudden pinch over my clit made me gasp, “Ouch! Be careful.” He smirked, amused by my reaction but seemingly entranced by my vulnerability. I composed myself and asked, “Can you promise me something?”
“Anything for you,” he replied, his tone reassuring yet eager. “It’s my birthday in two weeks,” I began hesitantly. “Can you make it special for me?” Without hesitation, he leaned in and kissed my lips deeply.
“It will be my absolute pleasure,” he murmured against my lips. “In our culture, we celebrate the day before the birthday. So, at midnight, we’ll make it unforgettable.” I nodded, smiling softly at his enthusiasm, feeling the warmth of his presence linger on my skin.
The hours slipped by, and the moment to part drew near. I excused myself to freshen up. In the bathroom, I caught my reflection in the full-length mirror, the story of our passion etched across my body. My face and chest bore white, juicy remnants of our shared intimacy.
My makeup was smudged, and my kajal blurred by the tears of overwhelming sensation spilling earlier. My lips were swollen, my nipples hard and swollen, and a delicate blush lingered across my skin. There were deep, swollen, tender bite marks on my breast.
Multiple faint scratches trailed along my neck and collarbone, each a testament to his adoration. As my gaze lowered, I could feel the heat radiating from my pussy. My pussy felt tender, swollen from his fervent touch and intense sex. My fingers brushed against the delicate skin.
A sharp yet strangely comforting ache spread through me—a reminder of how completely he had claimed me, body and soul. I closed my eyes, taking in the reflection before me. It wasn’t just the physical marks of how I felt within—desired, cherished, and utterly his in that moment.
A soft smile curled my lips. I gathered myself, my heart still fluttering with the memory of his love. I stand under the shower. The hot shower washed away my tension, and the warmth seeped into my skin, leaving me feeling relaxed and rejuvenated.
Just as I was about to step out, he appeared, gently pulling me back into the bathroom. His playful yet intense gaze disarmed me. Without a word, he opened my bathrobe, his hands trailing over my skin as if committing every inch of me to memory. “Let’s bathe together,” he suggested, his voice low and inviting.
The steamy air around us thickened as we lathered soap on each other, his hands gliding over my body with a mix of care and desire. His taut and expression-focused muscles sent shivers down my spine. I could see his growing need. His cock was getting erect.
As his hands roamed over my tits and moved lower to my pussy, I playfully stopped him. “Let’s save something for next time,” I teased, stepping out of the bathroom in a towel. Will he push me back into the bathroom and get what he wants or leave me?
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