Third Time Lucky

"Uh-uh, you're absolutely perfect." He gently led me towards the bed, guiding me down onto the duvet.

Trembling I lay next to him as he tenderly caressed my body. Running his hands over my breasts he took his time to tease the already firm, throbbing nipples before lowering his head to take them into his mouth.

"Oh Connor... Oh my God.... Oh... yesssssssss!"

I couldn't help but gasp with delight as he suckled on my swollen, sensitive teats sending a surge of desire through me.

While the sensations he was creating in me were familiar they were far stronger than anything I had experienced before, probably because of the situation I was in. I could feel myself becoming more aroused than I could ever remember being, my eyes closing as I moaned softly, one hand reaching around his head to pull his lips harder against my engorged buds.

I knew he was expecting me to stop him as he slid his hand downward across my flat stomach, his fingers outstretched reaching towards my untouched womanhood. For a moment my body stiffened, my natural reflex taking over and I had to will myself to relax.

"Please... don't stop. I want you." I whispered softly, taking my lips from his and looking into his eyes, wanting to encourage him to continue.

It was what I wanted, for him to make me a complete woman and I shivered with anticipation when his fingers found my slit, touching my bare shaven sex for the very first time.

"Oh Connor... oh yes.... yes."

Sighing with delight my fingers clutched his shoulders and I spread my legs wide for him, trembling as the dampness grew between my thighs.

Tracing a fingertip along my labia he pressed lightly between my outer lips searching for my clitoris as he teased me unmercifully. I could feel the need growing inside my body, the embers already starting to glow as he stoked the fire building in my core.

"Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh..... fuck!"

I jerked, my painted nails grazing across his skin when he found my sensitive pleasure button.

Slipping a finger into my oozing hole I felt myself respond eagerly to his intimate touch, my juices flooding over his hand. Unable to stop myself I shuddered, moaning softly and clinging to him when he wormed a single digit up inside my slit and started to finger-fuck me.

"Yes... oh yes... oh God..... oh Connor."

As I quivered with pleasure, his lips began slowly kissing their way down from my chest over my abdomen, pausing at my belly button before continuing down to the tops of my legs.

"Wha... what are you do... doing?" Taken totally by surprise I went to stop him.

"Uh-uh." Ignoring me he continued his assault on my body, tracing his tongue up along the soft flesh of my inner thighs towards my dripping sex.

"Connor... what are you......"

Running his tongue along the length of my slit from my arsehole to my clit he interrupted my protestation and I couldn't help but arch my body up off the bed when his mouth found my throbbing clitoris.

"Dooiiiinnnnngggggggggggggggggg!" Closing my eyes, I squealed and spread my legs even wider.

"Fuck.... fuck... oh fuck... Connor... oh God... oh... my.... God!"

The sensations he was creating in me were far more intense than anything I had experienced by myself and my hands tightened in the bedsheet, knuckles white, when he began to lick greedily at my pussy.

I knew immediately I was going to cum and, eager to climax before he took my cherry, I squirmed, grabbing his head and grinding his mouth against my wet slit as he started to probe into my juicy cunt with his tongue.

"Yes... oh yes... oh shit... don't stop.... don't..... stop!"

My thighs came together to trap his head between them while, at the same time, I urged him to carry on with his oral ministrations.

"Urrmmmmmm..... Uuurrrgggggg...... Uuuuukkkkkkkkkk!"

From between my legs I could hear the slurping sounds he was making, even though they were almost completely muffled by my pussy, as I forced my quim up against his mouth.

Every nerve ending in my body felt like it was on fire and I shuddered uncontrollably as wave after wave of sheer delight raced through me.

One minute I was climbing the mountain and the next, almost without warning, I came, my body stiffening while my legs gripped his head even tighter as I screamed and jerked through a momentous climax.

"Oh yes... yes, yes... I'm... I'm... Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

He kept lapping away, drinking the female cream that flooded from my spasming vagina until, unable to take anymore, I slumped back, gasping breathlessly, and released my vice like grip on him.

"Enough... stop..... please... I need you inside me." I finally managed to pant breathlessly.

Grinning Connor wiped his glistening lips on the back of his hand and moved up my body, looming above me with his erection jutting threateningly out from his crotch ready to spear me.

Unable to stop myself I eyed it nervously, the size of his manhood and the thought of having it inside me suddenly making me anxious.

"I love you Chloe."

If I was having second thoughts they vanished when he leant in to kiss me tenderly, whispering those words, before pressing the engorged crown of his prick against my slick entrance.

"I love you to... I always will."

I bit my lower lip, tensing slightly as his dick probed between my outer labia. Despite the fact I was soaked I still wasn't sure that I could stretch open far enough to accommodate his sizeable erection

"Are.... Are you sure you want me to do this?" He gazed down at me and asked hesitantly.

I nodded, still more than a little nervous, "Yes, I want to feel you inside me so badly. I want to feel you love me."

"Just tell me if it hurts to much and I'll stop."

Slowly he pushed into me, the bulbous cockhead slipping easily between my wet lips, before it met the barrier of my hymen.

"Ow!" I whimpered as I felt the tip of his rock-hard rod press against my maidenhead, "Please.... it hurts.... please be gentle."

Staring down into my eyes he paused and kissed my lips lightly again.

"I'm sorry baby, it will only hurt for a moment."

I nodded nervously my eyes open wide, "O... ok.... Just.... just do it."

Without waiting, he thrust into me hard.

For a moment nothing happened, the obstruction only impeding him for a fraction of a second before giving way and allowing the full length of his tumescent shaft to enter my virgin pussy.

"OWWWW.....FUCK...... OH FUCK... IT HURTSSSSSSS!"

I screamed, jerking violently, my fingers clawing at my boyfriend's shoulders as my body contorted when I was penetrated for the first time in my life.

Fortunately, the sharp pain I felt when he first entered me quickly began to fade into little more than a faint ache and, relaxing slightly, I opened my eyes to look up at him.

He was inside me and I could feel his hardness filling me up, stretching my hitherto virgin pussy wide around his thickness.

"Oh God Connor.... you're... you're in me." I managed to whimper softly, clinging to him.

My eyes opened wide in wonder as I felt his engorged fleshy pole fill me before pulling his mouth down to mine so our lips met. With his dick buried in my moist slit Connor returned my kiss, not moving as he let my body adjust to having a man's prick in it for the very first time.

"Fuck me.... please.... I'm ready.... I want you to... to fuck me."

Finally, I spoke again, swallowing hard as I hesitantly gave him permission to use my body.

Easing his length back until just the head was lodged in my entrance he slowly pushed in again, my tightness clenching on every inch of his blood-streaked throbbing pole as it rasped against my sensitive vaginal wall.

Repeating his actions, he gradually increased his pace and started to fuck me, holding himself in check and pumping his hardness into me with an easy steady rhythm.

"Yes... oh yes.... oh God... oh God... it feels so big."

Beneath him I moaned with pleasure, writhing against him as he pistoned his hard length into me.

Filling me with his hard meat again and again, the pain from my ruptured hymen faded rapidly and changed into a wonderful feeling of pleasure I had never experienced before.

Our bodies slapped together, his arse pumping faster between my splayed thighs while I arched up off the bed urging him deeper. Taking every inch of his manhood in my dripping hole, I ground my hips against his as another, even bigger orgasm built in me.

I could see in my boyfriend's face that his arousal was through the roof when my muscles clenched on his hardness while he pounded away at my eager, willing hole.

"Oh Connor.... don't stop..... I'm... gonna....."

Gasping breathlessly, I clung to him, the climax I knew he wanted me to have, building rapidly to an overwhelming crescendo inside me.

Any sort of cohesion rapidly disappeared and we lost any rhythm as we raced towards the precipice together. Connor now ferociously hammering his manhood into my squirming moaning form while I shuddered in the throes of a rapidly growing ecstasy I had never known before.

"Fuck... Chloe... I can't.... I'm.... aaahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

He gave up the struggle with himself and sheathed his rampant shaft in me one last time. His body jerking violently as his cock spasmed inside me, flooding my womb with a copious amount of his seed.

He was still cumming, spurting into me, when I went over the top like a rocket.

"I'm gonna.....CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!"

My fingers twisted in the sheets, my body convulsing uncontrollably through the shockwaves of the huge climax that totally conquered me, while the shriek that announced my orgasm was loud enough to wake the dead.

For several seconds we lay entwined, our bodies spasming erratically as the ripples of our shared apex slowly faded. The pair of us oblivious to anything apart from the sensations of the mutual climax that had completely exhausted us.

Connor was the first to recover and leaned down to kiss me lovingly, as I lay lost in the afterglow, before rolling off me and onto his back.

"Thank you, that was the most amazing experience I could have wished for. It was better than anything I ever imagined."

Snuggling in against him I rested my head on his chest and closed my eyes, letting the feeling of utter contentment wash over me.

"I love you so much Chloe." He told me, his voice little more than a whisper, as he wrapped his arm around me.

I giggled and turned my face up to kiss my boyfriend's cheek, "I love you to, you know that."

"Oh shit... it's all dripping out of me."

Less than a minute later I shrieked out loudly when I realised his stuff was oozing out of me and trickling down between my buttocks. It made Connor jump and shattered the agreeable silence that had fallen over us.

Leaping out of bed with a stream of pink tinged semen running down my inner thigh I made a frantic dash for the bathroom, my hand between my legs, as my boyfriend laughed loudly behind me.

"Are you ok?" He asked me when I eventually returned.

Cuddling up to him again I ran my fingers lightly across his chest. "I'm so much better than ok."

It was the start of so much between us.

Within a few months we had moved in together and our lives had seemed settled.

It was almost two years later when I had found myself pausing outside the restaurant to take a deep breath, to calm the sense of dread that filled me, before I entered.

I had been with Connor for nearly five years now, ever since we had met during my very first week at university.

We had both graduated and agreed not to rush things as we both started our careers. However, in my heart I just knew he was going to propose to me tonight.

It was something a lot of girls might be excited about and normally I would have been the same, but not tonight. Tonight,

I was desperately trying not to think about what I was going to say to him.

It wasn't that I didn't want to marry him, I did, but there was another matter that might change his mind and I needed to bring it up over our dinner.

I loved Connor for sure and always felt he would be the one for me, he was my soul mate and I was certain he felt the same way about me. But we were both just finding our way in our chosen professions; him as a systems engineer while I was just starting to reap the benefits at the fashion company I worked for.

Resigned to see the evening through whatever happened I finally pushed open the door and, with my heart in my mouth, went inside.

Connor was already seated with a beer in front of him and I sighed inwardly wondering how I was going to break my news to him.

"Hey babe, how was your day?"

He stood up, kissing my cheek when he greeted me and as always I felt my pulse rate jump and the familiar tingle of excitement at his touch race through me. These small intimacies never failed to arouse me and I wondered if he would still want to be anywhere near me after I said what I had to.

"It was ok. How about yours?" Slipping into my seat I replied to his question while avoiding looking him in the eye.

"Yeah, not so bad. We're still having problems with the software upgrade but otherwise I'm good." His expression made it clear he knew something wasn't right, "Is everything ok?"

I lied and told him it was and for the next few minutes we talked about our respective days while we perused the menu. Connor eventually choosing a chicken chasseur while I settled for a prawn linguine.

Putting off for the moment what I needed to say, I tried to relax and enjoy my dinner. We had eaten here many times before, it was one of our favourite places and the meal, as expected, was delicious.

The kiwi and lime cheesecake I had for dessert was normally beyond exquisite but tonight it felt flavourless as my mind focused on the conversation we were about to have.

Fetching our after-dinner coffee's the waiter had just left when Connor started to speak.

"Chloe, there's something I...."

Quickly putting up my hand to stop him mid-sentence, I could feel my heart pounding against my ribs, "Please Connor, let me go first."

"Oh ok." A little stunned by my interruption he sat back in his chair, "Go ahead then."

Avoiding looking at him I put my hands in my lap and, taking a deep breath, I trembled as I nervously started to say what I had to.

"Work wants me to go to Rome. To the head office to be exact."

"Well, that's great. You deserve it." He leaned forward and smiled, "How long is it for? A week? Two?"

"Err.... no, it's... it's a long-term thing.... It's for two years. They want me on a new team they are starting up." I continued to stare down at my hands, my stomach a tight knot, "And before you ask they want me to leave on Monday."

"T... two years! Monday! That's ridiculous Chloe. What about us?"

"I.... I think that we should break up.... Maybe when I come back... we could pick up...."

Tears were already streaming down my cheeks and I felt my heart breaking as I struggled to finish my sentence.

"Is that what you want?" His tone was cold and distant as he stared at me disbelievingly.

I nodded knowing I was lying. This was an opportunity of a lifetime and I wanted to go but at the same time I wanted Connor.

"It'll be good for my career and...."

"And I'm supposed to wait for you? Is that it?"

I shook my head, sending my long dark tresses swaying back and forth across my shoulders, "No, I mean yes, maybe.... I... I don't know."

"Why Chloe? Did I do something wrong? I've never looked at another girl, it's always been you."

"I still love you Connor, you know that. But this is a once in a lifetime opportunity for me." Even as I said it I wasn't sure I could go through with it.

"Really? You could have fooled me. How long have you known about this?"

I didn't answer. The company had offered me the transfer two months before and I had deliberately avoided telling him as I tried to make up my mind.

"This didn't happen today did it? How long have you known?"

"Two.... Two months."

"And you couldn't talk to me about it?"

"I... I wasn't sure that I...." I stammered, stumbling over what to say to him.

"Do I really mean that little to you?"

"Please Connor it's not like that.... It's just a couple of years."

"Have a nice life Chloe. I hope you get what you want out of it." Pushing back his chair he stood up and snarled angrily, "Don't worry, I'll get the bill on the way out. You can call it a parting gift."

I winced as he raised his voice causing several diners at the nearby tables to look up.

"Please Connor... you're making a scene."

"Goodbye Chloe."

With those two words he turned away and I sat, my cheeks red with embarrassment and wet with tears, as he stormed off, stopping to pay for the meal before leaving the restaurant without looking back.

Feeling like an absolute shit I gave him a few minutes, mustering as much dignity as I could and finishing my coffee before, as discretely as possible, making my own exit.

He wasn't there when I got home to the flat we shared and I spent my week-end in a state of deep depression as I struggled to complete my packing. I tried to call Connor several times but he didn't answer and, not knowing what to say I decided not to leave any message. I desperately wanted to take back what I had said on the Friday evening but I knew how badly I had hurt him and, whatever else happened, I was still going.

"Have you packed everything sweetheart?"

It was just after six on the Sunday evening and I rolled my eyes before turning back to my mother, "I think so, although I did leave out the kitchen sink."

"Very funny." Came back her sarcastic retort, "I'm just trying to make sure you have everything."

She hadn't said a word about Connor when she had come over to our apartment to help me make my final preparations for my trip but I knew she was unhappy about the situation. She had told me she would clear out anything I left behind so my now ex-boyfriend could move back in or, if he didn't, I could rent the property out for the two years I would be away.

"If I've forgotten something I'm sure I can buy it there." I declared with finality, closing my last suitcase, resigned to going.

"What time is the taxi picking you up tomorrow?"

"8 o'clock mum, I've told you a dozen times."

"Oh yes you did." She mumbled struggling into her coat, "And your flight goes when?"

"Quarter to midday. I want to get to the airport in plenty of time as I've got all this luggage to check in."

She looked at the three large bags and the two carry-ons I had, "I hope your company is paying for all this."

"It's all been sorted mum."

"You'll call me every week? Won't you Chloe, I'll be worrying about you."

I tried not to chuckle, "I'm 25 years old mum, I'm a grown woman. I can look after myself."

"I doubt that." Tutting she gave me a hug, "Parents always worry. You'll find out one day."

We broke apart and she looked at me.

"Are you going to call Connor?"

I shook my head, "I don't think he wants to speak to me. I've sent him a letter about the flat but if he doesn't want to move back in I'll make arrangements to rent it out while I'm away."

My mother frowned but didn't make any comment. She liked my boyfriend, she always had and I knew that she was upset about us breaking up.

Saying our goodbyes, she made me promise, yet again, that I would telephone her at least once a week, before she finally left and I could settle myself down for the evening.

'Ding dong, ding dong.'

The sound if the doorbell just before eight the following morning alerted me to the fact my taxi had arrived and I hurried to let the driver in, knowing the complaints I would receive when he saw the number of bags I was taking.

Fortunately, my journey went off smoothly, my extra luggage not causing to many difficulties, and it was just after two-thirty in the afternoon that I struggled through the arrival doors at Rome's Fiumicino airport pushing a heavily laden baggage trolley.