My Sex Scandal: Once a Virgin, Now a Slut

EVE'S POV

My hands trembled slightly as I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra. The fabric slipped from my shoulders and fell to the floor like a forgotten item . It felt like shedding more than just clothing-it was vulnerability laid bare.

My pant was next.

Kelvin's eyes were locked on me, dark and intense. His breath was heavy and controlled, but his expression gave him away.

There was hunger in his gaze-raw, restrained, and burning.

I hesitated at my last piece of clothing. A breath caught in my throat. Slowly, I hooked my thumbs into the sides of my panties and slid them down my legs. They pooled around my feet like a fallen secret.

"Fuck," he cursed hoarsely, his voice low and thick with desire.

I dropped my gaze, suddenly aware of how exposed I was. My skin burned with self-consciousness. But before I could retreat into myself, I felt him. He was in front of me now-close.

I looked up and found his eyes, no longer soft but wild, stormy with restraint. His irises had darkened, pupils dilated like a predator watching its prey. My breath hitched.

It was as if he wanted to pounce on me.

I closed my eyes, bracing for his touch-but it didn't come the way I expected. Instead, his hand ghosted across my stomach, a gentle, almost reverent touch. Like he wasn't sure he had the right to touch me. His fingertips trailed over my skin like a whisper.

I shivered.

He lowered his head, and then his mouth found my nipple-warm, wet, and slow. His tongue circled the hardened peak before drawing it into his mouth.

He sucked my breasts one after the other, and it felt like I was flying in the moon.

I gasped, trying to hold back the sounds threatening to escape my throat, but my body was betraying me.

Something primal was being unlocked inside me.

Beneath my body was a place I didn't know held much power. I could feel the wetness gathering between my thighs, the ache building steadily. And then-his hand moved. Lower. Brushing the inside of my thigh. I instinctively tried to close my legs, a feeble attempt to shield how much he affected me. But he stepped between them, gently parting them with his knee.

I didn't want him to feel the effect what his action had done to me.

I was shaking and began to feel so shy.

Then, something unexpected-he took my hand, lifted it to his lips, and kissed it. His eyes never left mine. There was a gentleness, a question in his gaze, but it was paired with the overwhelming desire thrumming between us.

His fingers moved to the zipper of his trousers, guiding my hand with his. Together, we reached in and I felt his length-warm, thick, and growing harder by the second. My eyes widened in awe.

My heart beat fast as I wondered what he was about to do next. He groaned as we wrapped our hands around his shaft, pumping slowly, his gaze not breaking from mine.

Together we massaged his dick, as he cursed under his breath, clearly struggling to hold himself back. Our rhythm quickened. His grip on me tightened and his breathing turned ragged. The veins along his length pulsed beneath my touch.

I could see that he was going to cum pretty soon.

His dick at first felt quite soft, but now he was rock hard. I stared at his long veiny dick and was marveled at how something could get rock hard by just a touch.

Touching him there felt foreign to me, but I also felt good on the inside as I saw him moan and groan.

"Ah! fuck!", he cursed under his breath.

I looked up to see his closed eyes and also looked immediately to find a warm gush coat my hand.

He raised my hands to his lips and kissed it again-tender, almost reverent.

But I could barely focus on that. My pussy was aching, burning, screaming for attention. I fought the urge to reach down and relieve the pressure myself by putting my fingers in between.

We collided in a kiss that was urgent and wild, lips clashing, tongues tangling. Our hands were everywhere-grabbing, exploring, searching for more. I couldn't seem to get enough of him.

His skin was hot against mine as he pulled me close. I moaned into his neck, inhaling his scent-woodsy, musky, masculine. While his fingers gripped my ass tightly. He pressed his hardness against my pussy again, already aroused.

He was hard again.

"I want you," I breathed into his ear.

He growled softly, "I want you too."

In one swift motion, he lifted me, laying me gently on the bed. I fumbled with his shirt, frustrated by the buttons. He helped me, and soon, our clothes were forgotten, scattered across the room. We were both bare. Nothing between us but the tension.

I pulled him into another kiss, but he moved down my body, teasing my nipples with his tongue, leaving a wet trail that made my skin pebble with need.

I pulled him back up and moaned into his mouth as his fingers traced circles on my clit. It brought me pleasure but it couldn't take me over the edge.

I didn't want to be teased. I wanted his mouth.

"Please..." I whispered, writhing under him.

"Tell me what you want." he whispered in between kisses.

"Y-your mouth," I stammered, struggling to think as he kissed my neck.

He didn't hesitate. Lifting both my legs and pushing them apart, he buried his head in my pussy.

I arched my back, my legs quivering from the pressure and loud moans ripping from my throat. He lapped at me, alternating between soft kisses and slow, delicious strokes of his tongue. I gripped his hair, anchoring myself.

"Ohh Kelvin," I gasped, feeling my juices gushing out as he lapped them up.

I was so fucking horny and his tongue was doing wonders. I could feel the sign of an upcoming orgasm.

He pushed one finger inside me and I clenched around him. I felt so full, although the fullness was foreign but thrilling.

He continued kissing my clit and thrusting his fingers lightly inside me. The slight pain disappeared and gave way to pleasure.

"Fuck" I shouted.

Once I had loosened around him, he slid in another finger. I cried as I pulled up quickly, my hand going for his wrist. I couldn't take his two fingers despite being so wet. It was too much for me.

"Relax," he murmured.

And then he found it-that spot deep inside me that made my vision go white.

"Fuuuuuck! I'm cumming!!" I screamed like a crazy woman as the orgasm slammed into me like a wave.

I gasped and threw my head back in pleasure. But he didn't stop. His fingers moved with ruthless precision, tongue never letting up.

"Kelvin!!" I screamed his name as he continued to thrust against my pleasure spot.

A deep guttural moan left me as my body shook and convulsed and he kept his fingers and face buried deeply in my pussy as I was thrown into another orgasm.

My thighs clamped around his head, but he held on, riding every wave of my release until I was trembling and gasping for air.

When he finally rose above me, his lips found mine. I kissed him like I needed him to breathe. I wrapped my legs around his waist, thrusting my hips against his erect cock. I wasn't satisfied in the least. The fire within me needed something else

I reached between us, grabbing his cock.

I ignored his growl as I positioned him between us, ready for him to plunge his raging cock into me and give me what I badly desired.

But then, he pulled away from our kiss, his fingers grabbing my wrist and stopping me.

"What?" I asked, breathless.

"Are you sure?" he asked gently, his eyes searching mine.

I blinked, stunned by the question.

Here I was, naked in his bed and trying to guide him into me and he was asking me that?!!.

I didn't say anything and decided to show him just how much I wanted this.

I grabbed his neck and pulled him in for another kiss, trying to free my hands from his grip. But then again, he pulled from our kiss and I was starting to feel annoyed.

"What again?"

"I need your words, Love. Tell me you want me",

"I want you, Kelvin. I want you to fuck me. Take what you always desired. All of me."

The moment the words left my mouth, he kissed me deeply and positioned himself at my entrance. I should have told him it was my first time. But I didn't. Not when every nerve in my body screamed for him.

He entered in one swift thrust, and pain lanced through me.

I gasped, clenching around him.

"Shit," he cursed, freezing. "Eve... why didn't you tell me?" he growled.

I couldn't speak. I was too busy trying to breathe through the pain.

He stilled, cradling my face.

"Love?...", he called to me

When I didn't respond, he tried to pull out but I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper and groaning at the pain that followed.

"You're hurting" he said through clenched teeth.

"No," I whispered, wrapping my legs even more tight around him. "I'll be okay. Just give me a moment."

He didn't look convinced, so he held himself above me, trembling with restraint as he remained still, keeping his weight on his arms.

After a minute, the pain dulled to a throb. I nodded.

"Now... move." I said in a low voice and he thrust into me.

I gasped and he stilled.

"No. Continue. Please"

He did-slowly, carefully. And with each thrust, the pain melted into something else-need.

I now wanted him faster.

"More," I moaned.

"Eve?"

"Please..",

"Tell me if it's too much," he groaned, thrusting deeper.

He kissed my lips before grabbing my hips and thrusting hard inside of me.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I screamed. His only response was a grunt.

His control snapped. His pace quickened-raw, deep, and punishing. I screamed into the sheets, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing through the room.

Another orgasm tore through me, then another, my body clenching, twitching beneath him. He fucked me like he owned me-like he was claiming something long overdue.

He started slamming into me, Hard, brutal thrusts that shook my small frame, but I wanted more of it and he seemed to know because he pulled me to the edge of the bed and went even deeper into me.

I stuffed my mouth with the sheets. I was scared the whole house would hear me from how loud I was screaming from the pleasure.

He moved me like a rag doll, my hips meeting his thrusts until I was suspended in cloud nine. My orgasm crashing through me and leaving me boneless.

His thrusts didn't stop and my orgasm just continued. It felt like forever as I screamed into the sheets, my walls clenching hard around his thrusting cock.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fucccckkkk" he grunted loudly as he jerked one last time and I felt his seed on top of me before his body collapsed against mine.

I wanted to see his face in this vulnerable moment but another orgasm hit me and I was screaming into the sheets again.

When my orgasm finally stopped, the hunger had disappeared but I still wanted more of him.