If I Was A Rich Girl (c)

[Annabelle]

Annabelle cried out, and grabbed his chin, so he was looking at her. "I. need. you." While all this touching business felt fantastic, Annabelle thought she may explode. She just wanted him inside her.

[Pasha]

"All you had to do was say so," Pasha grinned. He slid his finger out and carefully positioned himself in between her legs. He held onto her hips firmly, easing himself inside.

[Annabelle]

Annabelle cried out, the pain overwhelming. She looked up at him, horrified. "I've never-" She gasped again, shutting her eyes.

[Pasha]

Pasha stopped, his forehead wrinkling. "Never?" he asked, looking down at her. "Should I stop?"

[Annabelle]

"No! Just...continue." but it was painful. Really painful. This was probably better to experience this with him rather than her own husband one day.

[Pasha]

Carefully, Pasha continued. He was sure exactly how badly it was hurting her, but he sure as hell didn't want to found out. Once he was inside of her, he rocked his hips against her gently, getting used to the way she felt.

[Annabelle]

Annabelle sucked in her breath, only releasing it when she felt the pain pass and the pleasure of having him inside her begin to take over. She kissed his shoulder, surprised that it was starting to feel really really good.

[Pasha]

"Are you okay?" Pasha asked in between breaths, his hips rolling against hers slowly as he thrust into her.

[Annabelle]

"Yes!" Annabelle breathed, looking up at him. His eyes were kind, he was actually concerned. "Feels....good." She moaned a little, arching her hips up for him to go in deeper.

[Pasha]

Pasha smiled at that, his hips twisting as he pushed deeper into her. He leaned down and buried his face in the crook of her neck, letting out a groan.

[Annabelle]

Anna's breathing quickened, especially when she felt him enjoying it on top of her. She honestly couldn't remember a time when she wished another person to be as satisfied as her. Annabelle wrapped her arms around him, stroking his back.

[Pasha]

Chills raced up and down Pasha's spine as Annabelle stroked his back. His hips drew back, thrusting upward when he pushed back into her. "Mmm, Anna," he groaned, his lips barely touching the base of her neck.

[Annabelle]

Anna's heart flipped, and she moaned again as she felt him inside her. The pleasure pressure began building inside her again, like earlier when he was touching her, and this time she was going to let it.

[Pasha]

God, he loved the sound of her moans! His pulse started to quicken and his breathing grew heavier as he felt his climax nearing. He picked his head back up and watched her face carefully as he held on for her, wanting her to finish first.

[Annabelle]

Annabelle gasped again, digging her nails into his back, as the pleasure became almost too much to bear. But then she climaxed, her muscles tightening around him.