I was rendered speechless.
Then I felt Christopher’s hand slowly move up my leg, lifting my skirt up and touching the inside of my thighs.
I instinctively tried to close my legs, but his knee slid in between them before I could do so. He proceeded to kiss me fiercely, starting with my lips and moving all the way down my neck.
My breathing quickened, flames licking at me from the inside.
“Did you just take a shower?” he asked all of a sudden. “You smell like milk soap. Don’t shower next time; I’d prefer your natural scent.”
“I have body odor. I doubt you’d like me if I didn’t shower.” Of course, it was a joke, and I merely wanted to see his reaction.
He immediately froze, his lips still pressed to my stomach in the middle of a kiss.
I thought that he was going to kick me out the very next second. Instead, he lifted his head to give me another disarmingly charming smile.
Then, he gripped my waist and pulled me toward him in one swift movement. In the blink of an eye, I felt the sharp pain of his length filling me up, and my arms grabbed onto him reflexively.
He seemed happy with my reaction, gazing at me warmly as he firmly held the back of my head in place so that he could kiss me.
The repetitive movements of his hips were hurting me, and I must have accidentally scratched his back out of sheer pain. Despite that, he didn’t even flinch, merely lowering me back onto the bed and pausing briefly to ask, “Are you nervous?”
When I replied “no,” he nibbled at my lips. “Then loosen up.”
“I feel quite loose already, though.”
He let out a bark of laughter. “Then I must be too big for you.”
While I was rolling my eyes in exasperation, he added, “Right?” However, before I could ask what he was talking about, he suddenly picked up his pace. I cried out in pain, my vision growing blurry with tears.
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