Halloween Treats

I had no idea she was a virgin, but I felt her hymen break as I pushed inside her. Why wouldn’t she tell me that? My inner beast is thrilled that I’m the only one who’s ever been inside her, but this should have been easier on her. I should have handled her with more care.

After a moment spent catching my breath, I look at her, and she opens her eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I whisper, not wanting to embarrass or upset her. I would have had her either way, but knowing she has been touched only by me makes me ready to have her all over again.

She just shrugs and looks away. I’m still inside her, not breaking our connection, as I grab her chin and make her look at me.

“Tell me, kitten.”

“I didn’t think you’d want someone who wasn’t experienced. I thought maybe you wouldn’t know, and I could just fake it.”

“No. I don’t want you to ever fake anything with me. With us. Do you understand me?”

She nods her head, but I wait for the words.

“Yes, Sir.”

“I’m lucky to be your first, Mandy. I should have eased into this a bit more. I’m a big man, no matter how you look at it.” I thrust just a little to show my meaning, and she moans quietly, getting used to my size. “I want everything from you, even the things you’re embarrassed about. I want every inch of you, inside and out. Always.”

I take her mouth, showing her with my kiss what I feel. Right now the words would scare her. Hell, what I feel at this moment scares me.

Thrusting a little more inside her, she starts to move with me. Her hips counter my thrusts, and soon I’m pulling almost all the way out, leaving just the tip inside, and then thrusting all the way back in. I reach down between us, playing with her clit to make it as good for her as it is for me. I came in her so much, I feel my cum leak out while I fuck her, making a ring around the base of my cock. After rubbing her clit for a second, I use my thumb to wipe up some of that cum around my dick and then bring it to her mouth, letting her suck it off.

I stare into her eyes while she licks the cum off my thumb. She sucks me all the way into her mouth, closing her eyes and moaning at the flavor. I take my thumb away and kiss her again, tasting the two of us combined. Reaching down, I rub her clit again and feel her squeeze my cock in need.

She’s close, and I want to cum again already. Waiting for her for so long has me aching for her like no other. As she tenses under me and falls over the edge, I can’t help but go right after her, filling her up once again as she grinds against my cock and my fingers, shouting my name as she cums.

Watching her lose herself in pleasure and then finding my own with her is so beautiful. Being inside her is perfect, and I’ve never felt anything like it. I’ve never felt so connected to someone, so bonded. Suddenly, I realize this is what love is.

“Why are you laughing?”

“Because for so long I’ve thought of you as the devil, and here you are, Satan in a bubble bath.”

I can’t help but smile at her description. Scooping up a handful of bubbles, I press them to my mouth and chin, giving me a foam goatee. “Do I look the part now?”

She laughs again, and I swear I want to do whatever it takes to keep her making that sound. It’s melodic and happy, and I can’t get enough.

After the last round, I carried her to the bathroom where I had set up a bubble bath complete with champagne and strawberries beside the tub. I’ve never used the tub before, but it felt like something she might enjoy. She didn’t get the day of pampering I had set up for her, so I wanted to treat her to some kind of indulgence. The tub is big enough for the two of us, which is saying a lot because we’re both pretty tall.

She’s on one end with her legs in my lap, and I’m on the other, my feet bracketing her body. I pick up her foot and rub it, kissing each toe as I go.

Sipping her champagne, she leans her head back and closes her eyes. “God, this is decadent. I can’t remember the last time I was in a bathtub. How long have we been in here?”

“I don’t know. I forget time when you’re near.” I bite her pinky toe, and she sits up and smiles at me.

“You’ve refilled this tub three times. We’re probably breaking all kinds of laws in this Vegas drought.”

“I’ll have you know my hotels are energy efficient. And you weren’t complaining the three times I filled it.”

She splashes a little water at me, and then drinks more of her champagne. We’ve just been quietly relaxing as I’ve been petting her, but now I want some answers.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

She knows exactly what I’m talking about, and when I ask the question she looks away, setting her glass down. I wait for her to speak, but she doesn’t.

“You could have used that to your advantage at the Mistress Auction.” It’s something that makes me angry to think about, and I’m glad she didn’t. She looks over at me, and I pull both her feet toward me, bringing her body close to mine. She’s straddling my hips and we are nose to nose. “Tell me.”

“I just wanted to keep it private. It’s kind of embarrassing.”

“I think it’s wonderful.”

She blushes a little, and then brings her hand up to play with my chest hair. “My foster mom had a boyfriend who used to threaten to do things to me. He watched me a little too closely. I think he had a weird obsession with me."

I stiffen at her words, my hands on her waist squeezing too tightly.