Virgin

Chapter 8 - Virgin

Torin moved closer, slowly, giving her time to react. He watched her face, making sure she was still with him before continuing. Gia’s hands tightened around him, her breathing uneven as she held his gaze.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. Then she pulled him closer, and he moved with her, slow and deliberate, the tension between them finally giving way.

Gia’s body locked up the second the head breached her. A sharp, wet resistance gave way with a small tear. She gasped, eyes wide, nails digging into his shoulders. Redness mixed with her wetness and smeared warm across his cock as he sank deeper until he bottomed out.

She tensed beneath him, suddenly nervous in a way he hadn’t seen from her before. Her confidence was gone, replaced by hesitation.

“Wait,” she whispered.

Torin stopped immediately.

Gia swallowed, avoiding his eyes for a moment. “I’ve never… done this before.”

The words came out barely above a whisper.

Torin looked at her, understanding settling across his face. She reached for his hand and held it tightly, still nervous but no longer trying to hide it. He stayed still, forehead against hers, letting her breathe through it. Her legs trembled around his waist. When the pain faded into something else, she nodded once, small and desperate.

He started moving slowly, watching her face as he did. She closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them again and held his gaze, still nervous but no longer pulling away. Torin kept the pace gentle, letting her adjust to the closeness. The room around them seemed to disappear, leaving only their breathing and the quiet movement between them.

First it was deep and slow on the carpet. He rolled his hips, grinding against her clit every time he bottomed out. Gia’s mouth stayed open against his neck, soft broken sounds spilling out with every thrust. Her hands slid down his back and pulled him harder into her. The wet slap of skin filled the quiet apartment.

When she started meeting his thrusts, he sat up, pulled her with him, and put her on top. She sank on his cock with a long moan, blood and slick still coating him. Her hands braced on his chest. She rode him hard, bouncing, tits moving with every drop. Torin gripped her hips and thrust up to meet her, watching her face twist with pleasure.

She came first, her breath catching as her whole body suddenly tensed beneath him. Her fingers dug into his arms, holding on tightly as the sensation overwhelmed her. For a few seconds, she couldn't speak, her breathing breaking into short, uneven breaths.

Torin felt the change immediately and slowed, watching her face. Gia’s eyes squeezed shut, her head turning slightly against the carpet as she tried to steady herself. The tension in her body gradually eased, leaving her trembling.

When she finally opened her eyes again, they were still wet, but the expression in them had changed. The anger, the hurt, the uncertainty—all of it seemed distant for the moment.

She drew a long, shaky breath and looked at him. Torin stayed close, one hand resting against her side. Neither of them spoke. The apartment was quiet except for their breathing, and for the first time that night, Gia looked completely unguarded.

Her walls clamped down hard, pulsing, a raw cry tearing out of her throat as she shook on top of him. He held her through it, still thrusting shallow, dragging the orgasm out until she collapsed against his chest, panting.

He flipped her again without pulling out. Onto her hands and knees. He fucked her from behind, one hand in her hair, the other on her hip, pounding deep and fast. The sound of skin on skin turned sharp and wet. Gia pushed back into every thrust, ass bouncing, still sensitive from the first orgasm.

When he felt his own climax building, he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, flooding her. Thick pulses of cum pumped deep inside her virgin cunt, overflowing around his cock and dripping down her thighs.

They stayed locked together like that for a long moment, neither of them ready to move. Their breathing gradually slowed, though each breath still came unevenly. Gia’s hands remained around him, her fingers resting against his back, while Torin kept one arm around her.

The room had gone quiet again. The tension that had filled it earlier was gone, replaced by a strange stillness. Gia rested her head against him and closed her eyes, simply staying there as if she had finally found somewhere she could stop pretending.

Then Torin felt himself hardening again inside her, still half hard, then fully hard, still buried in the mess of redness and cum.

Gia looked back over her shoulder, eyes dark, and pushed her ass back against him. He didn’t need more invitation.

He pulled out just long enough to flip her onto her back again, spread her legs wide, and sank back into the hot, messy heat. This time there was no careful start. He fucked her deep and relentless, one of her legs over his shoulder, the other wrapped around his waist. Gia’s second orgasm hit faster, harder, her body arching off the floor as she clenched and cried out. Torin followed right after, slamming in and unloading another thick load inside her, grinding through every pulse until he had nothing left.

When it was over, he stayed inside her for a few more breaths, then slowly pulled out. Cum and a thin streak of red liquid leaked from her open cunt onto the carpet.

Gia lay there, chest rising and falling, thighs still trembling, staring at the ceiling with a dazed little smile.

Torin stood. He cleaned himself quickly in the bathroom, pulled his clothes back on, and walked to the side table. The ledger was still there. He picked it up. Then he went to the closet where he had kept the baseball bat for three months and took it out.

Gia watched him from the floor, still naked and exposed, her eyes following him as he pulled himself together. Torin didn’t look back. Whatever had happened between them stayed behind him. Torin was almost out the door when he felt her hand catch his wrist.

He stopped and looked back.

Gia was still naked, standing a few steps behind him. Her eyes were tired and swollen from crying, but there was something different in them now. She didn't say anything. She simply pulled him back toward her.

“Gia…”

She shook her head and tightened her grip.

For a moment he just stood there, watching her. Then she turned and led him toward the bedroom. She pulled him inside with her and closed the door behind them, refusing to let the moment end. She reached for him again, holding him close as if being alone was the one thing she couldn't face tonight. He wrapped his arms around her, and together they disappeared into the dim bedroom.

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