The invitation crashed through Hector's last shred of rationality like a wrecking ball, and he pulled Bianca into his arms with a ferocity that spoke of hunger long denied. He savored her sweetness with an intensity that left them both spiraling into an abyss of desire.
Their connection ignited instantly, and in a whirlwind of passion, they both moaned, both too eager and inexperienced to prolong the moment. Afterward, they lay there, sharing awkward yet genuine smiles.
After a short while, Hector kissed Bianca's forehead and asked gently, "Does it hurt?"
Bianca’s cheeks flushed a rosy pink, and she whispered, "No, it doesn't hurt."
“Then, let's go again…” Hector thought, reasoning that since they’d already crossed the line, it didn’t matter how many more times they did.
Bianca's heartbeat raced even faster.
Without waiting for her answer, Hector rolled over her again, his lips finding hers before trailing kisses down her neck. This time, it was with a tenderness that was achingly sweet.
As Bianca lost herself in his fervent kisses, he thrusted into her once more, and though the duration was still brief, the connection deepened.
Determined to salvage his pride, Hector spent the entire night making love to Bianca until she fell into an exhausted slumber. Hector watched over her with eyes shining with vitality, his heart brimming with joy.
The night stretched on, illuminating the wondrous and unforgettable journey that Hector and Bianca had embarked upon.
*
The next day.
Bianca awoke to the first light of dawn, her eyes fluttering open to meet Hector's sleeping form beside her. A sweet smile bloomed on her face.
It was wonderful; she had finally given herself to him. The previous night, with its solemn and sincere rituals, had etched itself into her soul, never to be forgotten.
Carefully turning over, she felt sore all over, but it was a pain she welcomed.
As she studyed Hector’s profile, the strong brow, the proud nose, the sensual lips, her heart sang with happiness. Every detail about him seemed perfect, even that...
With this thought, her gaze inadvertently drifted downward. And then, she gasped softly in surprise, her hand flying to her mouth. “Oh my!”
Her soft exclamation woke Hector, who opened his eyes to see Bianca covering her mouth in astonishment. Puzzled, he asked, “What’s wrong?”
Too embarrassed to speak, she pointed towards his lower half, indicating that he should check on his own ‘unruly’ part.
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