The Virginity Revelation and Wet Oral Sex

POV VAL.

He didn't give me another second to panic. Before the freezing wave of reality could truly set in, he stepped right into my space. His large hands gripped my waist, and he effortlessly lifted my body off the cold hotel floor. I reacted on pure instinct, my bare legs wrapping securely around his narrow hips. I locked my ankles behind his back, clinging to his broad shoulders as I stared wide-eyed into the deep, dark pools of his blue eyes.

He carried me across the dim suite. The heat radiating from his suited body was a stark contrast to the chill of the air on my naked skin. He laid my bare back gently onto the center of the massive hotel bed, the soft duvet cool against my spine. He followed me down instantly. His heavy, broad frame hovered right above me, securely supported on his thick, muscular arms to keep his sheer bulk from crushing my lungs.

He stared down at my face, his dark eyes scanning my features. He could sense the rigid tension locking up my muscles. My breathing was shallow, my chest rising and falling rapidly against the empty air between us.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his deep voice unexpectedly gentle.

I opened my mouth, but I could not form a single word. My throat felt like it was coated in sand. I debated keeping my mouth shut and just letting this happen. I wanted him. My body ached for him. But the heavy truth clawed its way up my throat, refusing to be swallowed down.

"Is something wrong?" His brow furrowed. My panicked expression was giving my secret away.

"I... I'm... It's my..." I squeezed my eyes shut, my chest heaving. "I never..."

The raw lust in his blue eyes morphed into shock. They went impossibly wide.

"Never?" he demanded, his voice cracking in the quiet room. "Shit. No? You must be kidding..."

I kept my eyes squeezed shut. "Virgin," I blurted out into the dark room.

As ridiculous and humiliating as the word sounded hanging in the heavy air between us, physically saying it aloud finally shattered the terrifying tension in my chest. My muscles began to relax, but Damian had the exact opposite reaction.

He sprang off the mattress as if the sheets had caught fire. He turned his back to me and began pacing the length of the suite, running his large hands roughly over his face and pushing his fingers deep into his blond hair. His expression shifted from disbelief to intense, agonizing frustration.

"Is this a joke?" he muttered, looking back at me.

"No."

He groaned into the silence. "I can't believe this. Damn it, you should have told me! I can't do this," he barked, his voice tight with restraint.

A fierce flare of panic ignited in my chest. Was he rejecting me now? After bringing me all the way here and stripping me bare? I sat up slightly on the mattress, pulling my knees partway to my chest.

"Why not?" I demanded.

He stopped pacing. He looked at me with raw torment etched into his sharp features. "I'm not the kind of guy for you. Not for this," he groaned. He tore his hungry gaze away from the sight of my bare breasts, staring at the wall as if looking at my naked skin caused him severe physical pain. "You should be doing this with a loving boyfriend. Someone who actually cares. I can't offer you anything more than just this single night."

Refusing to be rejected when my body was screaming for him, I crossed my arms defensively over my chest. I looked him dead in the eye and insisted that I knew exactly what he wanted. I was sitting naked on this bed because I wanted exactly the same thing. I didn't care about tomorrow or finding a boyfriend. I only wanted him, right here, right now.

Breathing heavily, he took a step back, the torment in his eyes warring with a dark, primal hunger. "Tell me to take you home," he begged, his voice ragged and strained. "Please. I can barely hold my urges back anymore."

In direct response to his rejection, I slid forward to the edge of the mattress. I grabbed the thick leather of his belt and pushed his massive body down. The unexpected force caught him off guard, making him stumble and fall backward onto the edge of the bed. Before he could recover his balance or issue another warning, I swung a leg over him and boldly straddled his muscular thighs. My bare skin met the rough fabric of his trousers, the contrast sending a jolt up my spine.

"Don't do this," he warned, his hands gripping my hips, though his fingers dug into my flesh instead of pushing me away.

"Shhh. I know you want it. I can see it," I whispered right against his lips. I leaned down, pressing my mouth fully to his in a deep, wet kiss. He tasted like expensive liquor and mint, and the friction of his soft lips against mine sent a rush of pure heat straight to my core. While my mouth kept him occupied, slipping my tongue past his teeth, I reached my hand down between our bodies. I blindly navigated his metal zipper, pulling it down over the heavy bulge. I reached inside the opening, pushing aside the soft cotton fabric of his underwear to finally free the massive, thick length of his hot erection from the tight confines of his pants. It sprang free, heavy and demanding against my palm.

A deep shudder ran through his broad frame the second my bare fingers wrapped around his hard penis. The skin was hot and smooth, the thick veins pulsing against my grip. He tore his mouth away from mine, breathlessly muttering against my jawline that this was a terrible idea, but his body told a different story. He surrendered to my touch, his hips thrusting up instinctively into my hand.

Empowered by his reaction, I pulled back and grabbed the hem of his dress shirt. I stripped it off him, tossing the discarded fabric aside so I could finally marvel openly at his chest. He had firm, perfectly sculpted pectoral muscles and a hard, ridged abdomen. His skin was radiating a feverish warmth that made my own skin flush in response.

He quickly took over. He grabbed my waist and shifted our positions, rolling us until I was flat on my back again. He hastily shed the rest of his expensive clothes, kicking his pants and boxers to the floor.

As he crawled back over my naked body on the bed, my eyes tracked down his torso. The sheer, intimidating size of his fully exposed, thick erection left me fascinated. It was thicker and longer than anything I had ever seen or imagined. A sharp, undeniable spike of genuine fear pierced right through the heavy desire pooling in my stomach. The sight of him was overwhelming.

My verbal filter vanished into thin air. "I hope it doesn't hurt too much," I confessed nervously, staring up at him as he settled his heavy frame between my parted thighs.

He paused. The predatory hunger in his eyes softened for a fraction of a second. He leaned down, his face hovering just inches from mine, blocking out the dim hotel lighting. "I promise I'll go slow," he whispered in a low, soothing tone, tracing the line of my jaw with his thumb. He attempted a small, reassuring smile as a faint flush crept up his own neck. "I was just thinking... this is actually my first time being with a virgin, too."

I groaned, letting my head fall back against the pillows in exasperation. "Can we please stop using that word?"

I begged him to let the humiliating term drop, but all of my vocal protests melted into a useless puddle the moment his large, calloused hand slowly glided down the flat plain of my belly. My breath hitched in my throat. His long fingers deliberately bypassed my vaginal opening, moving higher to lightly brush directly against my swollen clitoris.

The fleeting, electric touch shattered my fragile mind. I arched my back off the mattress, a sharp gasp tearing from my lips as a jolt of lightning shot straight through my nervous system.

He lowered his head, his wet, warm tongue claiming my hard nipple. He sucked deeply, pulling the sensitive peak into his mouth and swirling his tongue around the tight bud, while his fingers began to mercilessly tease the soft skin of my inner thighs. The slow, deliberate buildup of friction was driving me insane. He dragged his rough thumb upward, pressing just close enough to my aching center to make me whine, but never actually touching the precise spot I needed most. Every muscle in my legs clenched, silently pleading for him to just thrust his thick cock inside and end this torturous teasing.

"Damn it. You're so wet..." he whispered reverently against my skin. The heat of his breath sent fresh shivers cascading down my spine.

His wet mouth left my breast and trailed a burning path up the column of my neck. He nipped along my jawline before his teeth gently bit at my earlobe.

"Tell me..." he rasped, his breath hot and demanding against my ear. "Has anyone ever gone down on you?"

I squirmed helplessly against the tangled sheets, the very thought of his mouth down there making my stomach tight with anticipation. I shook my head frantically from side to side.

A deep, satisfied, primal growl rumbled deep within his throat.

"I'll be the first to taste you."

Without a second of hesitation, he slid his body down the length of the bed. He brought his hand up to his mouth, moistening his long fingers with a generous drag of his own saliva. He reached between my legs again, sliding his wet fingers right between my swollen folds. He began stroking my slick center, dragging his thumb over my sensitive clitoris with a firm, relentless rhythm. The building pleasure spiked so high and fast that it bordered on sharp pain, making my hips jerk off the mattress in a desperate chase for friction.

Then, his heavy weight suddenly vanished from the bed.

I whined at the sudden loss of contact and the cold air rushing over my heated skin. I groggily lifted my head off the pillow, my eyes tracking his tall silhouette in the dark room. I watched him stalk over to his discarded pants lying in a heap on the carpet. The dim moonlight caught the heavy planes of his muscular back and the tight curve of his ass, putting his raw power on full display. He reached into the back pocket and pulled out a small square foil packet. Bringing it up to his mouth, he tore the wrapper open with his sharp teeth, his eyes never leaving my naked form for a single second. He pulled the latex condom out and skillfully rolled the tight material down over the massive length of his hard erection, snapping it securely into place at the base. The sheer size of him wrapped in the shiny latex made my mouth go dry.

Returning to the bed with a slow, predatory stalk, he climbed back onto the mattress like a large cat. He grabbed my knees with his large hands, spreading my naked legs wide open before leaning his heavy torso over my body to kiss me senseless. His tongue swept deep into my mouth, taking control with demanding, possessive strokes that mimicked the exact rhythm I wanted lower down. He tasted like my own arousal mixed with his intoxicating mint flavor, a combination that sent my head spinning. I clung to his broad shoulders, my fingernails digging into his hot skin as I kissed him back with everything I had.

When he finally pulled back to look at me, his blue eyes were pitch black, the irises swallowed by dilated pupils filled with unchecked lust.

"Do you want to orgasm first?" he demanded, his voice dropping into a gravelly register.

"Please," I breathed out frantically. My hands twisted into the bedsheets. I was desperate to finally experience a physical feeling I could barely even begin to imagine.

He stared down at me, his gaze locking onto mine with intense focus. "Have you ever climaxed in your life? Alone?"

I shook my head in shame, my cheeks burning hot under his scrutiny.

He didn't mock me. He didn't laugh or make me feel inadequate. He simply smiled a dark, devastating smile that promised absolute ruin. He leaned down, kissing me deeply one last time, swallowing my frantic moans. Then, he pulled away and began trailing his wet tongue all the way down the center of my chest, over my ribs, and down my flat belly. Each pass of his mouth left me painfully aching and breathless. He hooked his hands under my thighs, pulling me closer to the edge until he finally settled his head directly between my spread, trembling legs.