I break the rules to feel your love flow so free.
"Richard! Come here, I wanna show you a thing!" - I scream for him.
This would be such a surprise for him, after all we've been through, together.
"What happened? Is there something wrong?" - he asks me, worried.
"Keep calm! Is a good thing!" - I anwser him.
Its the perfect moment. I've been waiting for this moment all my life. And I had the key for starting it.
"What?" - I hear Richard coming to me.
"Look!" - I lift my shirt, showing my perfect skin.
"No wounds or scars! This is awesome!" - he hugs me.
I get rid of his hug, taking my shirt out, and showing my back to him.
"This is awesome!" - Richard says to me.
"I wanted to be perfect, for you." - I say, turning my face back to him.
"I love you, with scars or not. You're perfect just as you are." - he says, sneezling my neck.
"Caress me." - I pledge him.
"You are arousing me." - he says, taking out my bra, and after, taking his t-shirt out.
"This is the intention." - I answer him, teasingly.
He kiss the back of my neck. I feel his breath blow my hair.
"Are you sure of it? We can do it further." - he refers to my age. I'm 14 years old now. I know what the society might think, but, since the first time he caressed me, I want to be his.
"Just make me yours." - I tease him.
So, he lifts me and carefully lays me on his bed.
I can feel my back in his soft pillow, and he takes out my pants. He observes for a while that new skin.
"You healed all my wounds." - I whisper to him.
"Its good to hear this." - he whispers back, before kissing me, softly. Oh gosh, my first kiss.
Is gross, but, at the same time, so... exciting.
His touch on me is softer than the first time. Carries a weight of love, makes me want it slightly, for the most time possible.
All these years, I asked him to caress me, but, I never touched him.
"Can I caress you?" - I ask him. I liked to feel him touching me, but, I needed to know what is touching him.
"Yes, of course." - he answers and puts my right hand on his chest, and run around through his neck and face.
I liked that. For the first time, I tasted the skin of someone else besides me. I ran my hands as softly as I could, fearing hurting him.
"Are you sure of it?" - Richard asks me.
"Oh, please! We're half way, let's do it once!" - I say to him, laughing.
"Okay!" - he answers giving me a smile, and gently taking out my panties.
"Can I take your pants out?" - I ask him.
"Go ahead." - he takes his hand off of my body and raises me.
I kneel on the bed, along him, and take his sweatpants without take my eyes off of his.
I am driving myself to perdition. But, is for a good reason.
I take his underwear out without looking at it. I think if I look, I'll give two steps back.
He helps me by letting it drop on the ground. So, I give him a light kiss, to feel its taste and texture. Its soft.
He loosens my hair. I feel my long hair touch my back.
He lays me down, crawls along me, and finish by kissing me, smoothly.
I love how he touches me. Its careful, light, gentle. He arranges himself in a way that I am around him.
Okay. If I was a half Stepanova, now, I am going to be full. And, by my own attitude.
He is prepared. To be or not to be Stepanova fully, that's the question. Am I ready to it? Will I handle it, will I get back? Will I fully give myself to him?
Whatever. I'll go.
I can feel him on my entrance. I take my hands off from him.
"I'll stay quiet. Make it special." - I say to him.
He just smiles to me.
When he first get into me, I freeze for a second and let a low groan flow through my throath. I was surprised, just this.
"Ganna, sorry. I hurted you." - he stops, hugging me strongly.
"Hey, who said to stop?" - I ask him, looking into his eyes and smiling. He smiles back.
He goes slightly, making me feel the full range of sensations. It was dull, painful, but, the pleasure overcomes.
His slight movements fulfill me inside, I can feel the adrenaline freely run in my blood.
Innocently, I attach my hands on his hair, feeling his smell, so... Richard. He drives his face near to mine and gives me a light kiss.
I get it back by kissing him passionately, making him to stop and raise me, making me kneel down and laying him under me.
All of this, slowly. And without getting himself out of me. The sensation is comfortable.
Once laid under me, while I kissed him, I percepted he was handovering the control to me. So, I laid above him, moving my hips up and down, slightly, causing us to moan in pure pleasure. He run his hands through my hips and back, making eager for more.
I never felt myself so loved.
Man, this tires. Is freaking pleasurable, as much as you do it, more you want it. Its time to handover the control back to him.
I rose and got back to my initial position, under Richard. He gave himself to me. And I am giving myself to him.
He continued to move inside me. My interior was screaming for more, was screaming because I was, finally, Richard's. And he was mine.
His slow movements allowed me to discover what I can feel along him.
I felt the sensation grow, taking my body in such an amazing way, making my breath fail, my body tremble, my inside delirate.
I asked for more. Richard probably was took by the surprise. "Please, accelerate!" - I said, laughing of my own reaction. Richard takes my right hand and cross our fingers tight.
The sensation took my body, making me try to hold the uncontrolled moan, as the environment was silent.
"I like to hear your voice. Let me hear your moan." - Richard say to me. But the sensation ended right when he told me that.
He continued to move within me. Is a strong sensation, makes me want to stop as the same time I want more.
We reached our peak together. We discovered this together.
I drive my hand through his chest, while kissing him in urge for more.
I ran my hands down low, to his... butt. When my hands reach this place, I can hear a moan, from his innermost.
I ride my hands through his body, while he rides his hands through me, as well.
He always proved his love for me, but, today, I could show my love for him.
"Miss Stepanova, you know how to ride this man crazy." - Richard says to me.
"Well, Mister Stepanov, prepare to be like this for the rest of your life." - I reply him.
"I can't believe you're mine now." - he tells me.
This phrase echoes through my mind. Now I was his, finally. This confirms the compromise we want to conclude since the first touch. This can't be undone, and will not be undone.
Somehow, he was mine, as well.
He saved me from that lost world I was living in.
No one never touched me as he did. When I was touched, it used to open bleeding wounds.
His touch today... oh, yes, I didn't expect it could be even better.
Finally.
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