Friday Night Fun

DIABLO

She’s looking at me, a little lost, a little unsure. Does she even realize how breathtaking she is? I doubt it. She’s always been blissfully ignorant of the effect she has on men, especially me.

If she keeps looking at me like that, she’s going to be the end of me.

I stroll over to her, gently take the glass from her hand, and set it down on the table. I take her hand in mine and press a soft kiss to her palm. God, she’s stunning.

I turn and guide her towards my bedroom.

EMMA

My mind is a blank canvas, my heart pounding like a drum. What’s going to happen now? I want to be fully present for my first time with Diablo. I want to remember every single detail.

This is it. The moment every woman anticipates, the loss of her virginity. I never imagined it would happen like this, but I suppose it’s better than how most girls lose theirs.

Some girls give it up in the backseat of a car on prom night, but not me.

We step into his bedroom, and as my eyes adjust, I take in the surroundings. A king-size bed takes center stage. One wall is entirely made of glass, offering a view of the city lights stretching out for miles.

It’s breathtaking. The bed is draped in black silk sheets that I’m sure will feel like a caress against my skin, heightening my senses.

I’m a bundle of nerves. Diablo turns me to face him. He’s a sight to behold. He’s captivating. He leans down, bringing his lips tantalizingly close to mine.

“This is your last chance to turn back, baby love. After this, you’re mine forever,” he murmurs in my ear.

I respond by pressing my lips to his. I don’t know where this sudden boldness is coming from. The kiss starts slow and exploratory, but quickly morphs into one of hunger. I realize with a thrill that it’s not just me. He wants this too.

I part my lips, inviting his tongue to explore my mouth, and our tongues dance together. I pull back to nibble at his lip, and a moan slips out, which I catch with another kiss.

His kisses are already making me wet. If I were wearing any underwear, it would be soaked by now. He undoes his tie and shrugs off his jacket.

We continue to kiss for what feels like forever before he slowly unzips my dress, and it pools at my feet. I hear him gasp, and I follow his gaze to my bare pussy. His expression is one of pure, unadulterated lust.

“No underwear, baby love? When did you become so daring?”

I’m so wet, it’s trickling down my thigh. Diablo’s breath hitches when he sees me naked. I move to kick off my shoes, but he stops me.

I feel at a disadvantage and start unbuttoning his shirt. With each button I undo, I reveal more of his tattoo-covered torso. And with the last button, I uncover a tattoo at the waistband of his pants, disappearing lower.

Holy shit, this is hot. It makes me even wetter. Tattoos, who would have thought they’d have this effect on me? I need to explore each one.

I start tracing my tongue over the outline of each of his tattoos, but he stops me when I reach the one dipping into his trousers. I look up into his eyes, and I see the same expression as before: pure lust.

Lust for me.

He strips off his trousers, boxers, shoes, and socks. Damn, he’s ripped, his v-line so defined I just want to trail my tongue down it.

He’s the most handsome man I’ve ever seen clothed. Naked, he’s a Greek god.

We start kissing passionately. He trails kisses down my throat to my collarbone, down to my breasts. He lavishes both with attention before moving down to my navel.

He gently pushes me down onto the bed, removing my heels while peppering kisses on my calves. Who would have thought such a simple act—the kissing of calves and removing shoes—could be so erotic?

He trails kisses all the way up my legs, and my entire body is ablaze. I’m so wet and aching to be touched by him. I guide his hand to my wet pussy.

“I want to take it slow, baby love,” he whispers. “There’s no rush.”

If only he knew the effect he has on me. I’m already panting, and we’ve barely started.

For the first time, I glance down at his erection and gasp. How the hell will that fit inside me? It’s massive, bulging, and throbbing, begging for attention. He follows my gaze.

“Don’t worry, baby love. It’ll hurt at first, but after that, it’ll be pure pleasure.”

I must look as scared as a lost puppy, but he reassures me with each kiss he trails up my leg. He stops his kisses, looks at me, then starts to lick my clit.

I roll my eyes back and clutch one of the silk sheets in one hand and his hair in the other. His licking and sucking feel incredible. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

A fire is building in my belly, and I feel my muscles starting to contract, but before I can climax, he stops and kisses my thigh again. I moan in frustration.

I realize he wants to prolong this for as long as possible, but I need release. My hands start searching for his head, his hands, anything to touch. I realize I’m a woman in need.

I need to release this pent-up passion he’s stirred up. Finally, he moves his head back to my wet, dripping pussy.

“Yes!” I cry out without thinking.

“Baby love, I’m only getting started.” He licks and sucks my clit relentlessly, and the fire inside me builds again. I feel like I’m going to explode at any moment.

He slowly inserts one of his fingers inside my wet pussy while continuing his ministrations; a second finger follows the first.

“D, I can’t take anymore. I need to cum,” I plead.

He starts pumping his fingers in and out of me, slowly at first but then picks up the pace until I reach the most mind-blowing orgasm—I thought, ever.

My head tilts back and I tug on his hair so hard I think he’ll be bald when I’m done. He lets me ride out my orgasm before moving up my body, kissing everywhere, teasing me.

Surely, I can’t experience another orgasm so soon but the fire builds again. He finally reaches my mouth and kisses me fervently. I taste myself on his lips but I’m unsure if I like it or not.

“Touch me, baby,” he pleads. I begin by tracing my fingers over his chest, gradually moving down to his impressive erection. It’s so large, I can’t help but wonder if he’ll fit inside me.

He’s a magnificent sight. I start to stroke him and he hisses, drawing in a sharp breath. He quickly stops me.

“Did I do something wrong, D?”

“Not at all, you’re doing everything perfectly. But if you keep going, I won’t be able to hold back.”

“Oh,” I reply, pulling my hand away from his arousal.

“Damn, I love the way your hands feel on me. It’s like I’m the only man you’ve ever wanted.” He hovers over me for a moment before leaning down to kiss me again.

He pauses to look into my eyes, and I find myself lost in his green gaze, filled with desire and longing for me. I’m already falling for him. This isn’t good, but I push the thoughts aside for now.

His erection is positioned at my entrance, but he doesn’t push inside. Instead, he takes my hand and guides it to touch him again.

“I’m going to make you mine now. It might hurt at first, but the pain will fade.”

I just nod, entranced. I pull my hand away, and he leans down to kiss me, his arousal poised at my entrance, which is slick with anticipation.

He enters me slowly, capturing my gasp with his lips. It’s a little painful, but not as much as I’d feared. Once he’s fully inside me, he stops and kisses me.

“Are you okay? Can I move?” I nod, and with that, he begins to move. The pain is still there but quickly fades, replaced by the pleasure of his movements.

His pace quickens, matching our ragged breaths. The pleasure he’s stirring within me is overwhelming. I need more. The heat is building again, and we’re both panting.

“D, I don’t know what’s happening. I need relief from this intensity. Go harder, please.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, he starts thrusting harder, picking up the pace.

“Yes, baby love, come for me! I’m so close!”

We both climax at the same time, intensifying our orgasms.

More intense than the previous one he gave me while he was pleasuring me with his mouth. I thought it couldn’t get any better, but this is beyond anything I’ve ever experienced.

We both cry out each other’s names in unison, riding out our orgasms. He rests on his forearms, careful to keep most of his weight off me.

“Is it always like that?” I ask him.

“It can be, yes.”

“Well, in that case, I want more of this.” All my shyness has evaporated, leaving me bold and unfiltered. I blush under his gaze, a gaze I can’t quite read yet.

“Baby love, I plan to make sure you and I experience this as often as possible, I promise,” Diablo says.

“This is euphoria,” I finally say.

We spend the entire night making love, sleeping, making love, sleeping, and making love again until five in the morning, when we both finally succumb to a deep, exhausted sleep.

~This has been the best night of my life~, I think before allowing my eyes to close, a wide smile on my lips.