CEO’s REDEMPTION

A NIGHT OF PASSION

My face is all rosy as we stroll into our room. Every step we take, every pulse, and every breath, is hiked by the sparks of the dominant flames of longings spewing in us. As soon as the door shuts behind us, I am immediately pinned on the bed, his lips caressing all the delicate sports of my upper body.

Pushing him away in contention to this is not in my mind. I’m so lost in the pleasure he is giving that I’m almost ripping his shirt off, urging him to tend to this fire we both are swimming in – the waves of the desires surging in us. I am So lusted that my walls are twitching with an agonizing sensation of prolonged or refuted needs. My pussy is throbbing, howling for him, and my pant is all soaked wet, bolstering a smooth penetration for him. I want him in a way that I never imagined until now. The fire is savagely setting me ablaze.

As he suckles on my neck, his breath a sense of allure on the wet imprints of his kisses trailing down, I drape my hands at the back of his head, guiding him through, urging him to keep going.

As he delineates the sharp tips of my nipples under the dress, I am undoing his shirt buttons. Our hysterical breathing are echoing through the room, our eyes glowing with lust in the shades of the red illumination.

Our clothes finally kiss the cold floor, and the lanterns flicker on after a sec, shimmering the entire room. He kneels in front of me on the bed, sitting on his legs, taking in the nude portrayal before him, his eyes exploring every part of me from down up. He finally parks his orbs at my chest, my nipples relishing his stern lustful gaze.

It’s the first time in my twenty years being nude in front of a man. I should feel shy, but something strong is compelling me otherwise. My eyes are fixed on the bewitching site of his bulging forbidden tool. Its machismo gives it an irresistible eye-catching look that no female gender would ever resist. Its tip is so sweetly sore, making me wonder when I will feel it slip into my wet entrance, and feel it alleviate its soreness on my walls. Or perhaps, slipping in my mouth. I wonder how that would feel.

“Come.” I snap to the balky voice of Jerol, and I waste no time in clutching to the hand he is offering.

He aids me to his laps, our bare skins against each other, my legs hugging his hips. I flinch as his tool aligns with my pussy, its tip tickling me. My painful hard nipples brushing his chest aggrevates the feeling, and him reacting to it makes the feeling surrealist.

A kiss on my lips drags my miserable gaze to his dangerously dark glows. My soft arms drape around his neck, nuzzling it with love, while his strong ones encircle my waist, glueing us together.

“Wifey? I don’t… I don’t think I can go through with this.” He says, stimulating a surge of fear in me.

I push a very bitter lump down my throat before I choke, my hands falling to his neck.

“W. h. y, hun?” I query, trying as much as I can to hide the tinge of letdown.

“I am being so selfish. I feel like I am using you too much.” He states, his hands rummaging around my back.

“I agreed to this, Jerol. You won’t ditch me at this point, right, hubby?” I plead.

“But, Tessa, I…”

“Wifey, love.” I correct him, and add. “I want to be your wife tonight, and I want this. We both do.” I say, massaging his jaws.

“Are you really sure, baby? I am trying so hard to hold myself back because I don’t want you to look at me with regrets in the morning. I can’t stand that – you regretting this, or me hurting you. I can’t bear that, Tessa!” He says, and his eyes denote just how much he doesn’t want that.

I cup his face.

“You are not forcing me, right? I want to do this. Whatever the consequences, I will bear them, and you will never hear a single complaint about tonight ever. I want to know how it would feel to be your wife tonight. Even if it’s… just this once, Jerol. Make me yours.” I plead, and before I can go on, he crashes his lips on mine, claiming every inch of my mouth with his tongue as I do the same with mine, our hands exploring every inch of our bodies.

As he gently nudges me on the soft bed, his beast is hungrily sorting my entrance, almost forcing its way in until I twitch, almost pulling away from the kiss.

Shit! That tinge of pain…

He snaps his eyes, breaking the kiss, and boring his eyes into mine. No smile on his face, but pity is written all over him.

“What?” I ask, licking his sweetness from my lips.

“The first time always hurts, love. But I will try to be as gentle as I can, okay?” He says, stroking me with his tip.

I swallow hard, and force a smile to soothe his worries.

“Okay.” I mumble, and he embarks on his sweet kisses again, while his glorious tool starts inching in me inch by inch, the pain excruciating with every inch it goes in.

I knew this was going to be painful, but I didn’t reckon it would be this much. What’s more worrying is that the pain is getting worse with every drill he makes. It’s becoming unbearable every single second. His kisses have lost their magic, failing to prevent this pain.

I dig my claws into his chest in an attempt to push him away because I can’t take the pain anymore, but he has turned into a beast. Instead of the gentleness he promised, he is going wild on me, thrusting in me so hard and inching deeper.

I feel tears streaming from my tightly shut eyes, and I let them flow. I would scream if I could, and howl out for him to stop, but his lips are claiming me wholly, leaving no room for any word to escape. I am choking on my suppressed sobs, but he doesn’t notice, or perhaps he is getting the wrong impression. I let the pain take over.

I thought this thing was supposed to be sweet. But it’s hell. Why didn’t anyone ever tell me that it’s this torturous the first time, huh?

After moments of condemnations to this pain, I finally feel myself start loosening up bit by bit. I peel my eyes to the magic that’s arising, and I meet with these beautiful pair of eyes looking at me. I can’t tell whether it’s the dark glow in his eyes that urged a small smirk from me, or the idea of us staring at each other like this while he is pounding on me. Ooh, I know. It’s the fact that the pain is fading completely, and pleasure is replacing it. My muscles are all relaxed, and my walls are hugging him, claiming him, possessing him, relishing how he is sweetly stroking them.

“Is it gone?” He finally speaks, drying my tears away.

“Yes.” I respond.

“I’m sorry, love. That could not have been avoided.” He says, his breathing becoming husky.

“Okay.” My breathing is heavier than it has ever been, and my pulse is so savage.

“Ready for pleasure now, wifey?” He asks, pinning my hands over my head while kneeling between my legs, my legs resting on his thighs.

“As long as you don’t tear my walls, give me your all, baby.” I murmur.

“You will never forget this, baby. You’re so sweet! Can I go until morning, baby? I don’t think I will have enough of you tonight.”How is that even possible? Sex, the whole night?

I think to myself as moans start escaping one after another, my eyes shutting to the pleasure.