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I gently dabbed the towel over my jaw as I inspected the well-shaved stubble on my chin in the mirror. Afterward, I brushed my teeth and slipped on a pair of boxers.

Ophelia was still in the bathroom of the bedroom that we both were sleeping in. She was in there for a while now so I just decided that I would use the other bedroom's bathroom.

Heading back to the room that both of us would be sharing, I pushed open the door as I made my way towards the bathroom door.

The bedroom was still the same way that I left it. The sheets were white, but the fluffy comforter was a burgundy colour. It contrasted well with the white pillows that matched the linen, along with the wooden headboard.

There was a large television placed directly in front of the bed and a dull luminescent light was gently casted upon the bed from the full moon that was surrounded by stars tonight.

"Ophelia?" I said softly as I gently knocked on the door.

The other side of the door was quiet for a moment before I heard, "Y-Yeah?" Her voice was definitely shakier than usual which piqued my concern.

I knocked on the door a little more frantically, "Are you okay? Not feeling well? I can call the doctor if you'd like. It might take a while for him to get here but—" I started but she cut me off.

"No, no! I-I'm fine," She reassured me.

However, that did nothing to reassure me. She sounded like she was worrying herself about something and I hoped that it had nothing to do with the fact that she wasn't sure if she wanted to sleep in the same room as I.

"C-Can you just sit in the bed?" She questioned softly.

I rubbed the creases out of my forehead, "Sure, call me if you need anything." I stated firmly.

I made my way over to the table situated on the other side of the room. Taking up my phone, I turned it on quickly and checked my messages as I made my way to the bed, taking a seat in the process. I just wanted to ensure that everything was running smoothly back at home. For a moment, I thought it was better that I put on a shirt. I was accustomed to sleeping without one but I wasn't sure how Ophelia would take to the idea.

The sound of the door unlocking came to life. Quickly sending Mrs. Alton back a quick text and placing my phone back on mute, I spoke, "I was just making sure that everything was good back at h—" The saliva from the words that got stuck in my throat caused me to cough harshly as I pummelled my fists in my chest to clear my airway.

What I saw caused my eyes to widen and blood to rush to my groin in 0.1 seconds.

Ophelia was shyly standing in the doorway of the bathroom in a beige, silk robe that was tightly tied around her waist. It was extremely short and did nothing to hide her incredibly thick thighs.

I felt my throat constricting once again as I watched her walk directly in front of me, her average-height framed merely towering over me due to my sitting position.

I knew that the large tint in my boxer was very visible and I also knew Ophelia realised it because of the blush that was prominent on her cheeks.

"Y-You l-like it?" She shyly asked as she wrung her fingers, her eyes casted on the floor.

"Hm, — what?" I swallowed.

I stood quickly, running my hands through my hair as I looked away. She was going to fucking sleep next to me in this? Was this her plan? To make me hard as fuck for the entire night? "Y-Yeah, it looks— nice." I looked at anything but her.

"T-Then why aren't you looking?" Her voice cracked as she wrapped her arms around her body embarrassingly.

"Ophelia—"

"N-No, it's okay," She said softly. "I understand." She waved me off as she turned around, making her way back to the bathroom.

Before she could get far, I pulled her back roughly by her waist. I was seriously tired of her thinking that I didn't want her. Fuck, I did, and the fact that she was planning to sleep next to me in that, would make me lose all restraints.

"No. You don't," I gritted through my teeth. "Do you really understand how much I want you? How I want to take you in every way possible to mankind? Or do you understand the fact that I just don't want to fucking hurt you? You still don't get that I want you so bad right now and you expect me to allow you to sleep in that and for me to control myself?" I finished, breathing heavily.

Ophelia was crushed against my chest, close enough for me to feel the increase of her heart rate.

"Then why don't you?" She whispered.

Without another word, I lowered my lips down on Ophelia's in a fiery, passionate kiss. Ophelia wrapped her arms around my neck as she pulled me closer. Her lips were hesitant against mine, but yet she managed to return the kiss in the demanding and controlling way that I had.

I slithered my hand up to her curly locks and pulled forcefully with enough pressure that made Ophelia cry out softly in pleasure. My nose ran down the length of her neck, where I inhaled heavily, smelling her natural fragrance.

My bare tongue then licked a direct trail from the area which separated her shoulders and neck to behind the shell of her ear, making me hum in approval.

She was making me lose my mind. My sanity right now? It surely didn't exist. I wanted to touch, caress and cherish every part of her body, and I intended to.

I made my way back up to her lips where I immediately delved my tongue into her warm cavern, tasting her sweetness.

My dick was throbbing in anticipation, but I tried to ignore it. I was sure that she could feel it prodding and poking at her stomach.

Walking backward until my feet hit the bed, and taking her with me, I slowly lowered myself as my hands moved to her bare thighs to pull her down on my lap to straddle me.

I felt my body jerk when I felt her situate herself on me so that her legs were on either side of body.

She was sitting right on my pulsating member and I couldn't quite remember if it was supposed to feel this good that it hurt so badly.

Tightening my arms around her waist, she arched her back into me and I groaned when I felt her breasts squeeze against my chest.

Only God knew how tempted I was to move my hands lower, but I didn't want to push my luck.

Ophelia seemed to notice the battle going on in my head from the way that my fists were clenching and unclenching on her lower waist.

From the way that her hands slowly threaded through my hair and how she kissed me deeper, I took this as I signed and lowered my hands until they were firmly planted on her ass, pulling her closer to me.

A guttural sound left the back of my throat as I pulled her closer to me, resulting in her grinding her lower half on me.

"Oh, fuuuck." I lowered my head, breathing heavily as I dragged out my sentence. This was bliss. Pure and utter bliss.

Words couldn't begin to describe the pleasure and pain that I was experiencing right now. Nine months didn't seem too long for me to go without sex. But the fact that Ophelia was a better part of that duration drove me insane. Right at this moment, it came as a shocker to me to how I've managed to withhold for this long.

I massaged my hands against her ass before snaking my way up to her arched back, leaning back in to kiss her.

My hands moved frantically under the robe when I didn't feel a piece of fabric.

Jesus fucking Christ, she was as naked as the day she was born.

I pulled my hands away from her quickly as if she burned me, pulling away from the kiss in the process as I ground my teeth together.

The only thing keeping her from being completely bare in front of me was a flimsy piece of silk.

Her arms loosened around my neck, "Did I do something wrong?" Was the first thing that she asked as she dropped her arms completely from around my neck.

It worried me more than it should whenever she asked if she had done something wrong whenever I pulled away in an intimate situation.

It was quite the opposite actually. She was doing everything right.

"No," I sighed. "Let's just take it slow, okay?" I caressed her cheek. "No need to rush anything."

She bit her lip softly and I could tell that she was dying to ask a question but she didn't know how.

"What? Come on, talk to me." I pushed gently as I moved her hair from her face.

"W-Well—" She paused. "Do you usually take it slow with um—" She swallowed at the hard look on my face.

Placing my thumb on her chin that she had lowered embarrassingly, I lifted up her head and said, "It's only you and I, okay? No one else."

She looked at me and I hoped that she could tell that I was dead-ass serious. I didn't want her thinking about anything else or who I had bedded before her.

I let out a soft breath as I carefully pulled her back down to my lips, gently flipping us over so that I could situate myself between her legs.

I positioned myself on my elbows once I was sure that she was completely comfortable, leaning in for a slow gentle kiss again.

She sighed contentedly again as her fingers laced around my neck. My tongue caressed hers not long after in a sensual movement, allowing myself to fully appreciate the woman lying beneath me.

It wasn't hard to tell that her kisses had gotten hesitant once again; nervous.

It was only then that I felt her hand making its way between us in a shaky motion as she played with the knot of her robe.

I grabbed ahold of her wrist as I pulled away, "Shh, relax." I cooed gently. "We're not doing anything that you don't want to do, okay?" I moved away the hairs that were stuck to her forehead.

She nodded her head shyly, taking a deep breath to calm herself.

"Just relax," I repeated softly as I lowered my lips to her neck, finding her shoulder soon after. My aim at the moment was to ensure that Ophelia was well pleasured. The sight of her moaning and squirming in ecstasy was enough for me.

My fingers played with the knot in her robe that was now loosely tied, my eyes focusing on the movement of my hands.

"May I?" I asked as I looked directly into her eyes.

She bit her lip as she looked away from my intense gaze muttering, "Y-Yeah."

I continued to stare at her face as I pulled the tie off her rob freely. I watched as her eyes squeezed shut right as the fabric fell to her sides, revealing her naked body.

"Hey, hey." I cooed gently as I caressed her cheek. "It's okay, let me see those beautiful eyes." I smiled.

I was so tempted to look down at her bare body beneath me right now, but I wanted her to look at me when I did so that she could see how unbelieving beautiful she was in my eyes.

Her eyes slowly opened and I frowned when I realised that they were clouded by little tears.

"Do you want to stop?" I questioned immediately. "You're crying, we can stop," I stated worriedly.

"No— I'm just nervous of what you'd think of me," She admitted with a shaky voice.

Creases began to form on my forehead. It was natural for any girl to feel nervous or self-conscious about something about herself, even the most confident ones, but Ophelia was practically shaking beneath me. Hadn't I shown her enough how much she meant to me and how beautiful and sexy she was?

"What I'd think of you?" I asked incredulously. "Ophelia, you're beautiful, sexy, gorgeous and all mine." I kissed down her neck.

My lips trailed down the length of her neck in a slow rhythmic motion until I reached her shoulders and onto her collarbone, where I paused and looked up at her through my eyelashes.

Her hands fisted the sheets beside her body as she looked up to the ceiling, breathing heavily. Slowly, I raised myself higher above her body to allow my eyes to leisurely trail over her form.

I felt my throat dry up when my eyes travelled from her rounded breasts, down her stomach and tiny waist, then to her wide hips which led to thick thighs.

I clenched my jaw tightly as I looked away. So she was trying to give me a heart attack at the ripe age of twenty-five, right?

If possible, I became unbelievably harder.

I buried my head in her neck, taking deep breaths to calm myself. The last thing I needed was to cum right now in my fucking boxers.

I then looked into her eyes as I dragged my hand down her waist slowly, savouring the feeling of her flesh against my fingers. Her breathing picked up when I ran my fingers past her hips and stomach, inching to the spot between her legs.

Burying my head back in her neck, my fingers finally reached her aching core, her glistening juices coating my fingers as I moved two of them gently up and down.

"You like that?" I groaned as I massaged her clit. Pulling back, I realised that the back of her head was firmly pressed against the pillow as her mouth laid agape.

"Hmm," She hummed with a shy nod of her head.

Applying a little more pressure, I moved my fingers further down south but stopped when I saw the discomfort on her face.

"You've never—?" I paused when I saw the flaming of her cheeks and the slight shake of her head.

Well, fucking hell.

I knew that Ophelia was a virgin but the fact that she had never pleasured herself; that I would be giving her her first orgasm, seemed to turn me on even more than before.

"I-Is that bad?" She frowned.

I immediately shook my head, "It isn't bad, Ophelia." I caressed my hand down her collarbone. "Not bad at all," I mumbled.

With that, I held her down and grabbed one of her nipples in my mouth, cupping and weighing her breasts in the process.

Her hands immediately attached themselves to my hair, a strangled moan leaving her lips. Her back arched into my mouth as I sucked and pulled at her nipple, my right hand beginning its journey down her stomach once again.

It was suddenly my mission to permit that sound to leave her lips over and over again, and that was what I intended to do.

I pulled away for a short moment to look at her expression as I slowly eased a finger into her wet pussy.

I gritted my teeth together as her face contorted in an uncomfortable expression. Her core was practically rejecting my touch. She was so tight that her body was basically begging me to stop stretching her open.

"Are you okay?" I asked gently.

She swallowed, "It's uncomfortable." She muttered.

I didn't reply, instead, I rubbed my thumb over her clit, hoping to relieve some pressure. If a finger caused her discomfort, I wasn't exactly sure the pain that she would experience when I entered her.

Her muscles were still tense but seemed to relax just a little. I used this opportunity to slowly withdraw my finger before pushing it back in at a steady pace, her pussy clenching around my middle finger every time I entered her again.

Her mouth was now wide agape in ecstasy as she arched up off of the bed, her breasts bouncing before me with each breath she took. This sight that was before me; me pleasuring my woman until she couldn't take it anymore, was pure art. Leonardo da Vinci couldn't paint a better picture than the masterpiece below me.

Right before she could reach her high, I completely withdrew my finger, coming directly face to face with her as I took my finger and placed it on my tongue, swirling my tongue around the delicious taste as groans of satisfaction leave my throat.

Ophelia still managed to turn a dark red colour as she bit her lip. I immediately dived in to capture her lips in a heated kiss as I caressed the side of her face, allowing her to taste herself.

Using a hand to massage her breast, I used the other one to rid myself of my boxers when suddenly, a thought ran through my head.

"Fucking shit," I cursed into the kiss. "I— I didn't bring any condoms," I mumbled breathlessly. I had no intention of today going this way today.

Ophelia bit her lip, "I have some," She blushed. She reached across the table and her eyes turned wide and cheeks flamed when she read the "extra-large" wording printed on the box. "I—I... S-Shalissa gave them to me," She stuttered.

I'll just ignore the fact that Shalissa knew my condom size.

Ophelia fumbled and her hands trembled as she tried to open a packet. I gently took it away from her, holding her hands between mine.

"Just relax, baby. You're tense," I cooed.

"Just nervous," Her voice shook.

I carefully traced a finger past her collarbone, stopping right above her breast, "We can stop right now if you want." I assured.

She quickly shook her head, "I want to." She mumbled as she wrapped her hands around my neck.

Diving down, my lips found their way down to her neck as I nibbled, licked and sucked on each and every inch of the area. I knew that now that I had a taste of Ophelia, that I would want the entire meal, and so happened.

I pulled away from Ophelia to tear open the packet and slipped on the condom. Ophelia's eyes were wide as saucers as she watched me. I knew that I was privileged in that area among other things, being a few centimetres short of nine inches.

"I'll go slow, okay?" I reminded her as she swallowed. I looked for any trace on her face that gave an indication that she didn't want to continue any further. However, I didn't find any, but it was quite clear that she was nervous as heck.

To relax her a bit, I brought my hands up to massage her ample breasts in my hands. My heart was beating erratically fast as I slowly positioned my throbbing member at Ophelia's entrance.

Capturing her lips once again, I slowly slid into her, gripping the sheets next to her head with every centimetre that I pushed.

She was squeezing the living fuck out of me and I clenched my jaw tightly to refrain from cumming then.

I was snapped out of my erotic thoughts when I heard a whimper come from below me. My eyes snapped down to see tears flowing from Ophelia's eyes. I instantly stopped, panic taking over my mind.

"Baby, I'm so sorry, it'll stop." I tried to reassure her. However, I wasn't just trying to reassure her. I had never taken another woman's virginity before but I knew it had to be painful. Despite this, nothing could have prepared me for seeing the look on Ophelia's face, as if she was in horrific pain.

I wasn't even halfway in and it looked as if she was dying from the excruciating pain.

Her nails were digging into my muscles, sweat dripping down her forehead.

"L-Levi," She whimpered. "It h-hurts," She cried.

I could feel my heart constricting in my chest at the tone of her voice and the way her face contorted into discomfort. It killed me to see her in pain and what made it much worse, was the fact that it was inflicted by me.

With every movement or cry she made, her pussy would clench around my dick and I locked my jaw to stop any guttural noises from passing my lips. I refused to be in any sort of pleasure when Ophelia was in agonising pain.

This was easier said than done though, especially with my cock buried inside of her heated core.

I could feel sweat dripping from my own forehead as I buried my head in her neck, taking deep breaths to control myself from thrusting any further.

"Is it feeling any better?" I softly asked, a large strain in my voice. Fuck, I felt like I was the virgin. Did it always use to feel so fucking good and painful at the same time?

I knew that Ophelia and I weren't in the same boat. Her pain was from this being her first time while my pain was not being able to move. I could feel all the blood in my member settle at where the both of us were connected.

"Uh, y-yes." She said.

"Are you sure?" I asked worriedly, a concerned crease forming between my forehead.

She nodded vigorously as she clutched tightly onto my muscles.

Positioning myself once again on my elbows stably, I thrusted into her in slow movements, watching as more tears flowed from her eyes, making me immediately stop once again.

I frowned deeply, "Ophelia, why tell me to go if it still hurts?" I asked. I could slightly feel my anger piquing at the fact that she felt the need to tell me that she was fine when she obviously wasn't.

"I can handle it," She said stubbornly.

"No, you can't, so stop forcing yourself," I said firmly.

Ophelia's fists clutch onto the bed sheets, "I'm fine. This isn't about me anyway." She swallowed just as her eyes widened, "I-I mean—" She stuttered.

"What?" I gritted through my teeth, positioning myself on my elbows again.

"I—" She started and then took a deep breath. "I just mean that you have been waiting for a long and— Can w-we not talk about this now?"

I could tell that she was becoming slightly frustrated. After all, this wasn't exactly how we imagined our first time together to be like.

"No, we're talking about this now," I tried not to raise my voice. "What do you mean that this isn't about you? You think that it's only supposed to be about me?"

She hesitated. Fucking hesitates. "N-No, I just mean—"

"Goddamn, could you stop that?" I nearly shouted as I bit down hard on my tongue. Every second her pussy would clench around my length, giving me a fucking headache at how hard I was trying not to cum.

"What?" She asked innocently and fucking did it again.

"That, fucking that," I cursed.

I buried my head in her neck, levelling my breaths again.

"I— s-sorry," She said softly and embarrassingly.

I closed my eyes tightly as my muscles tightened.

My entire demeanour softened. "Fuck, I'm sorry, baby. I'm just frustrated, that's all. But not at you," I sighed.

"I'm s-sorry," Ophelia cried as she squeezed her eyes tightly shut.

"For what?" I asked

She wiped her eyes, "I-I know this isn't what you're used to and how we expected it to be, a-and now I'm crying and it isn't perfect..." She trailed off.

"Don't say that," I said immediately afterward. "It is perfect. You're thinking too much about what you think I want or am accustomed to. It's only you and I, okay?" I reassured.

I didn't give her time to answer, I wanted to show her exactly how much she meant to me, how she didn't have to try to make everything to what she believed was my standards. I was going to fix this. All of it, and fast.

Slowly, caressing her cheek with my thumb, I gently placed my lips on hers, feeling a familiar burning sensation in my chest as I did so.

This right here was all I needed.

Moving down my hand to between her legs, I applied slight pressure to her clit, feeling her arching into me as soft sounds escaped her mouth.

My tongue explored her mouth as the movement of my thumb increased, emitting quiet moans to leave her lips. My lips travelled down until I captured one of her nipples in my mouth as I slowly eased my way slowly from within her and then back in, only going as far as halfway.

I groaned into the kiss as I continued slow, level movements. It was far from what I was accustomed to, but for Ophelia, I'd do anything.

"Y-You can go faster now," She said as her hands caressed my muscles.

I ignored her request, continuing my rhythmic movements.

I knew that if I went any faster or deeper, I wouldn't stop. I'd fuck her so hard that she'd forget her name and wouldn't be able to walk for a week.

My lips formed in the shape of an 'O' as I lowered my head in ecstasy. Fuck, I was already on the verge of cumming.

"Talk to me, baby." I hummed as I removed the hair from her face. It would be pretty embarrassing if I busted a nut before her.

Her head dug back in the pillow as her eyes settled on the ceiling above her. Her hands travelled all over my exposed chest and back, resulting in my muscles flexing and tensing under her touch.

It was the look on her face. The look of pure euphoria and the intensity of her face, that led me to wanting her in this state every day of my life.

"I-I'm close," She managed to get out. I increased my pace a bit, bending back over to suck on her nipple and massaging her clit with my thumb.

"Ah," She moaned, licking her lips wet. Letting go of her nipple from my mouth with a pop, I kissed up her neck, teeth lightly sinking into the shell of her ear.

Hands moving up to my hair and tugging harshly, Ophelia's breathing increased as I roughly squeezed her hips, gritting my teeth together.

"Oh, fuck," I cursed as I claimed her lips in mine.

Several thrusts later and numerous moans from Ophelia and I's lips, Ophelia dug her nails in my back as her eyes closed tightly, her mouth agape as a string of pleasurable sounds leave her lips as she orgasmed, coating my condom-wrapped dick in her delectable juices.

Her own high triggered my long-awaited orgasm as I buried my head in her neck, sucking on the skin to muffle my shouts as I came so fucking hard into the piece of rubber. For a split moment, I could've sworn that I came so hard, that it ripped the damn condom. However, my mind was clogged with a state of indescribable pleasure. My body collapsed on Ophelia's for a split second before I rolled off so as to not crush her.

I rubbed my palm numerous times over my face, awaiting the time for my breathing to de-escalate back to normal. My eyes were still closed from moments ago and I wondered if it always took me this long to catch my breath after sex.

I felt the soft flesh of an arm wrap around my waist, pulling herself closer to me. I removed my forearm from my eyes as I looked down at Ophelia, her eyes fluttering closed. A small smile settled on my lips as I carefully removed the condom from my member, tying and throwing it in the bin next to the bed.

My thoughts travelled back to earlier and the statement that Ophelia made. I was going to try way harder to change things. If she felt the need to have sex to me because she thought that I had waited long enough, then what the hell was I doing right?

"Levi?" Her voice was coated in drowsiness as she dug her head in my chest.

"Yes, baby?" I whispered.

She let out a cute, little yawn.

"I want to use the bathroom," She mumbled as she wrapped her arms around my neck. "Take me," She commanded tiredly, which earned a chuckle from me.

"Anything, princess." I cooed as I wrapped her legs around my waist, stood up, and took her to the bathroom, her head resting on my shoulder.