As soon as I entered her room, the air was filled with a thick tension that hung like a heavy mist in the darkness. The scent of her body, a blend of sweat, sex, and fear, swirled around us, binding us in an intimate embrace. She stood there in front of me, naked and trembling, her eyes wide with anticipation.
I could see her pussy dripping wet from the moment she saw me, the glistening liquid flowing down between her legs like honey from a jar. I stepped closer to her, my cock growing harder by the second, its throbbing pulse against the thin fabric of my pants a constant reminder of the pleasure it was about to bring.
She reached out and touched my swollen member through the material, sending shivers of desire straight down to my toes. Her fingers traced a path around my shaft, stroking me gently at first, then with increasing urgency as her own need grew. I let out a low groan, my breath catching in my throat as her touch became more insistent.
She pulled away from me suddenly, eyes wide with excitement and lust. "Fuck me," she whispered hoarsely, her voice barely more than a trembling whisper.
I took a step closer, my hands reaching out to explore the soft curves of her body, tracing over the smooth skin of her back before sliding down to cup her ass in my hands. She moaned softly, arching her back and pressing herself harder against me.
Slowly, I lowered myself onto the bed beside her, our bodies touching for a moment before I rolled her over onto her back, pinning her arms above her head. Her eyes met mine, filled with equal parts fear and longing, as I moved between her legs.
She gasped softly as my cock rubbed against her slit, teasing the sensitive flesh before sliding inside of her in one smooth motion. The sight of her pussy wrapping around me, swallowing me whole, was almost too much to bear. But I didn't want to cum yet; not now when she was still so innocent and vulnerable beneath me.
I began to move, my hips pumping back and forth in a slow, deliberate rhythm. She cried out each time I thrust deeper into her, the sound of our bodies coming together echoing throughout the small room. Her pussy clenched around me tightly, milking every ounce of pleasure from my cock as it slid in and out of her tight channel.
I felt her hands reaching up to grip the bed sheets tightly, her nails digging into the fabric as she tried to hold onto something solid amidst the whirlwind of emotions that were washing over her. The sight of her like this - open, vulnerable, and completely lost in pleasure - was almost too much for me to handle.
And then I came, my body tensing as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over me. Her pussy convulsed around my cock, the walls of her cunt squeezing tightly before releasing once more, each spasm drawing more and more from my throbbing member until at last, there was nothing left for us both.
As we lay there in the aftermath, our bodies still slick with sweat and semen, she looked up at me with tears glistening in her eyes. "Thank you," she whispered hoarsely, her voice barely more than a whisper.
"For what?" I asked, my own voice rough from passion.
She smiled softly, reaching up to trace her fingers over the scars on my chest. "For showing me something new about myself."
And so began our journey into rediscovering innocence together, each encounter building upon the last until we were both lost in a world of pleasure and desire that seemed endless.