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SOLEIL

I hear the possessiveness in his voice and can see it in his eyes.

If I had any doubts about Brice wiping that video from existence they're gone now. He pulls off his shirt revealing a toned torso of pecs and abs. He picks me up and tosses me on the bed. I bounce on the mattress a little before settling into its softness. I scoot back to the headboard and admire his body as he does mine.

He unbuckles his belt and pulls down the zipper on his pants. He pushes the slacks off his hips. They fall down his muscular legs revealing the swollen bulge in his black boxers as he steps out of them. I already got an up-close look at what he's working with earlier but nothing compares to the full picture he presents at this angle when he takes them off and stands in his naked glory. Compared to the statue of David he hangs like a beast that is slowly rising to the occasion.

My heartbeat doubles.

My mouth goes dry.

"Do you like what you see?"

I swallow.

I'm speechless.

I just nod my head.

"Take off your panties."

I move quickly to do what he says and remember I still have my shoes on.

As I reach for the straps he says, "Leave those on. Just the panties."

I slide my fingers under the waistband and tug the lace material down my legs, slipping them off my heeled feet. Brice holds his hand out to me. I know what he wants so I give them to him.

"Lie back and spread your legs, baby. I want to see that pretty little pussy."

I lean back and hesitantly open my legs. I'm wet. I feel it and can only imagine what I look like from his point of view. He inhales my underwear as he looks at me, his glimmering grey gaze focused on the treasure between my thighs.

"Spread your lips. I want to see it. All of it."

His words send heat rushing to my face and through my core. I must be more of a slut than I initially thought because I swear I get even wetter and do exactly what he says.

"Play with yourself."

"What do you want me to do?" I ask, not sure of what he likes or wants to see.

"Have you never played with yourself?"

I'm briefly distracted as I watch him stroke his length that's grown to full mast. I've flicked the bean once or twice maybe more. Images of him would come to mind and I'd quickly stop feeling embarrassed fantasizing about someone that didn't even know I existed at the time. Celebrities are one thing; high school crushes are another. They're too real.

"Show me what you like," he says pulling me back into the moment.

I run two fingers up and down my slit coating it in its juices then dip my middle finger into the core – once, twice, three times, then pull out and circle my clit. I really liked it when he licked and sucked on the little nub. I close my eyes and imagine that my finger is his tongue. My nipples tighten in pleasure.

I feel the bed dip and a breeze hits my moist center. When I open my eyes, his face is between my legs watching intently. He pulls my hand away, licks my fingers clean, and replaces them with his mouth. I gasp when his lips close around the bundle of nerves suctioning it. His tongue flicks rapidly under the hood doing a better job than my pathetic attempt to mimic him and I'm pretty sure my eyes roll back.

Already under assault with pleasure, Brice slides his finger into my core and copies my earlier ministrations. Then he adds another, and another as he continues to pump into me, stretching me, sucking on me. I groan and lift my hips as the current within strengthens.

I don't know if I'm feeding him more of myself or trying to get away, but he doesn't stop, doesn't let go. Instead, he grabs my ass cheeks and draws me closer to continue his feast and my assault. It feels so good that every nerve in my body comes alive and my core tightens around his fingers not wanting to let them go – gripping them tighter, pulling him in deeper.

They say too much of a good thing is bad for you and I finally understand why when the muscles in my abdomen tighten to the point that pleasure turns into pain. I try to pull away but I can't so I let go of whatever it is I'm holding onto and explode. The once pitch black behind my lids flashes white. My eyes pop open in fear that I might have gone blind.

My ears are ringing, and my body is shaking but Brice is still going - licking and pumping into me, prolonging the incredible sensation. I scream and grab onto his hair trying to pull him off. Slowly, he pulls his fingers out of me and lets go of my clit with a pop.

I pant in exhaustion despite not doing much. A calming wave of relief rolls through my system even though slight tremors rock me now and again making me twitch. Brice crawls up my body hovering over me and looks into my eyes with a satisfied grin on his glossy lips. He settles between my thighs weighing me down - hips grinding, pecks to breasts - and kisses me.

I taste myself in his devouring embrace and open up for him to savour a different part of me. He groans in pleasure, spreads me a little wider, and reaches between us. I feel the head of his cock stroke between my lips and shiver at the sensation as he uses the tip to tease my clit while he continues to kiss me.

I'm drowning in his taste, his touch, his smell and it's only when he pushes into me that I break out of the haze and away from his kiss. I can't handle it and try to pull back, but he pushes an inch further in. I squirm under him, under the pressure of his body and his dick.

"I can't," I grit out.

"Yes, you can. You were made for me," he says, taking another inch.

I reach down between us trying to get a feel of how much more of this I have to endure. My eyes bug out when I wrap my hand around his exposed length. There's no way. I'm already uncomfortable as is. I look at him and shake my head.

He reaches down and takes hold of my hand interlacing our fingers. He pulls them above my head on the bed and starts to rock into me sinking deeper into my core.

"Brice," I beg.

"Relax, Soleil."

"I can't."

"Yes, you can."

The sensation heightens as he fills me with every inch, diving into a part of me even I'm not familiar with. He kisses me again, soothing me with his seductive rhythm. Just as I begin to loosen up, he plunges to the hilt. I scream into his mouth in agony. He swallows my cries and continues rocking into me now at a breath-taking pace.

*

BRICE

I'm trying so hard to contain myself but I'm about to lose control. Everything about Soleil drives me wild – her taste, her touch, her smell. The thought of her with someone else makes me feral.

This is her first time and I know it must hurt which is why I'm trying to take it slow. She bites me to express her disdain while I kiss her. The worst of it is over. I've broken past the thin membrane.

I take quick, shallow strokes within her as I continue to stretch her narrow opening. The task feels nearly impossible with the way her walls close around me. She bites me again and this time I pull back. She's panting and straining against me.

"It hurts," she wheezes out.

"I know mon amour." my love

I kiss her cheek and the corner of her eyes that are leaking onto the pillow. It feels so good to be inside her. I want her to feel it too. I run my hands down her sides and my tongue down her neck until I reach the dark tips of her nipples. She lets out a soft mewl when I suckle on her so I continue to work her bud and core until she loosens up.

That's it.

I feel her get a little wetter and it excites me. I pump into her a little faster racing to the finish line before she starts to close up on me again. Her fingers grip onto my shoulders as she braces herself.

"Brice!" she screams, her walls gripping me like a vice.

I can't move - the pressure and pleasure are too much to contain. I erupt and spill my essence into her. She squeezes rope after rope out of me, her fingernails digging into my back. I collapse on top of her, weak and satiated. My dick softens and jumps within the warm depths of her vibrating walls. If we were stuck like this forever, I wouldn't mind.

I angle my head to look at her and can see the blood pumping at her neck, hear the wind of her soft breaths, and feel the warmth of her skin against my own. I don't think we've ever been closer. The musty smell of our sex in the air signifies the sacred part of her that now belongs to me.

She looks at me briefly before looking away and pushes at my shoulders. I ease myself out of her, but keep her caged within my arms.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

She won't look at me and I won't have it.

"Soleil."

Her eyes lock on mine. I can see the uncertainty there and want to reassure her in any way I can.

"I didn't think it would be like that."

"Like what?"

It hurts, I hear her voice.

"It gets better."

I roll over onto my back and take a deep breath.

Shit! Shit! Shit!

What the fuck?

I look over at Soleil and register her voice in my head when she asks Why did I do that?

Her lips don't move and her gaze is locked on the ceiling above. I sit up and look down at her. She pulls up her legs to shield herself revealing the blood spread across the white sheets underneath. I stare down at it and then at her. It's beautiful. She's beautiful.

I snap out of my adoration when she rolls into the fetal position. I get up and head for the bathroom wondering whether it's possible or if I'm simply hallucinating.

Making love to Soleil was intense. I hadn't planned on it but after everything that happened tonight, I had to claim her.

I open the tap, adjust the temperature, and fill the tub. I head to the sink to wash off the drying blood on my dick and splash water on my face. I must be hearing things. I can access certain aspects of the mind but I can't hear thoughts. I re-enter the bedroom and pick her up. She hisses when I settle her into the water. It's a little hot but it will help ease her aches.

I leave her for a bit to change the sheets. As I strip the bed and get a clean set foreign words echo in my head like a chant. It's like having that one line of a lyric on repeat – annoying as fuck. I complete the task and mindlessly sound out the words as I'm about to toss the soiled sheets in the hamper.

Suddenly a chest appears before me.

Where did it come from? I halt my steps and look down in wonder. Did I do that? I kneel before it and finger the lock. I don't know how but the numbers come to mind as I rotate the small dials in the given sequence. The lock gives way and I lift the lid.

In morbid fascination, I reach in and start inspecting its contents – books, pictures, various knick-knacks and even clothes. I pull out a cream-coloured cloth and unfold the material. The sheet opens revealing an undeniable blood stain. I have a feeling I know what it is but can't believe it. I take a closer look at the hand-drawn pictures and see it – Soleil. The image is unmistakably hers with my signature at the bottom of the page.

How is this possible?

"Brice?" Soleil's voice calls out to me from the bathroom or maybe it's in my head. At this point, I don't know anymore.

I shove the new sheet in with the old one. I utter the foreign spell and the chest disappears probably returning to wherever it is it came from. My mind is reeling with questions when I re-enter the bathroom. I look at Soleil feeling a riot of emotions.

Was I that bad? I hear her thoughts as I get into the tub behind her and lay her head on my chest. I tip her chin back. Shit. What now? Shit! Shit! Shit! She doesn't say anything but the words are clear in my mind.

I can't help but smile down at her. This is incredible. I lean down and kiss the tip of her nose. I don't know what happens next but there's no going back.

"Ne t'inquiète pas mon amour. Don't worry my love. I've got you. Always."

2024 / 05 / 01

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