She caresses my side, my hip, and when she drags her fingernails lightly down my back I jolt like I stuck my finger in a light socket. I nip at her plump bottom lip and she shivers.
We make out like this, feeling each other up mostly through our clothes, although I can’t resist touching her tits—holy hell, they’re a perfect handful and her nipples are so sensitive and suckable.
We’re both grinding against each other, our mouths devouring each other, hands moving all over each other. Eventually Sara gasps, “Should we go into my bedroom?”
“Okay. Yeah.”
My shirt’s now unbuttoned, hanging open as I push up and off the couch. I grasp her hands and tug her up too. Her mouth is pouty and wet, her skin flushed, her hair a wild tangle around her shoulders. I set my hands on her hips from behind and direct her to the bedroom.
I follow her over to the bed, where she turns on a lamp. The room lights up in a rosy glow, with dusty pink walls, the same color as the cushions on her couch. It’s not a girly room, though…the dark wood floor continues in here, softened with textured gray rugs, and her bed is a simple platform bed with crisp white covers and lots of pillows.
She turns to me. “Do you have a condom?”
I nod slowly. “Yeah.”
She moves closer, grasping the sides of my shirt. She peers up at me, her eyes luminous and blinking rapidly. “I have to tell you something.”
I set my hands on her waist and give her a gentle squeeze. “Okay.”
“I’ve never done this before.” She swallows.
My head goes empty. Done…what? What does this mean? Oh Jesus…
Holding my gaze, she says, “I’m a virgin.”
I don’t move, don’t look away from her, while I process this and how to proceed.
I had sex with a virgin once. We were both virgins, fifteen years old and full of horny teenage hormones. She cried after, even though she said it was good, and I felt like shit, and I’m pretty sure she didn’t come.
First-time sex is pretty important but it’s not necessarily great sex. I’m about to go off like a Diet Coke with a Mentos dropped into it. That is definitely not going to be good for her.
“Maybe a blow job would be a good idea,” I say hoarsely.
She blinks.
“No.” I shake my head, changing my mind. “You don’t have to do that.”
Her eyes widen. “Are you kidding? I’d love to do that.” Her hand drops down to my groin, and sweet baby Jesus, she cups me through the denim. A groan rumbles in my chest and I can’t keep my eyes open, pressing against her hand.
She rubs me, then starts to work open my jeans. She peers up at me through her eyelashes. “I’m not a blow job virgin, if you’re wondering about that.”
“I…I…” I don’t know what the hell I’m thinking. Her hands are inside my jeans, then inside my boxers, tugging at my pubic hair as she reaches lower. Sensation sizzles through my body. And then…her fingers close around me. The top of my head pulses. “Christ.”
She uses her other hand to try to lower my jeans, and I release her waist to help shove them and my underwear down. They drop to the floor. I do a quick maneuver to get my socks off without falling over, then Sara pushes me backward. I take a step and with another gentle shove on my chest, I’m flat on my back on the bed.
She gets rid of her blouse and bra, tossing them to the floor. Pausing, she purses her lips, then shrugs and takes off her jeans too, doing the sexiest shimmy I’ve ever seen to get those tight jeans down her hips. She leaves her panties on. I vaguely notice that they match the bralette, the same sheer black lace, as she crawls on top of me, straddling my thighs. I scoot myself farther onto the bed so she has room, watching her face as she half-smiles, eyes glittering. I’m still wearing my unbuttoned shirt and she drags her gaze over my chest and abs and then lower, where my aching cock juts beseechingly.
She may enjoy watching me, but fuck, I’m loving the hell out of watching her, topless in her tiny panties, sliding her tongue over her bottom lip. She wraps her hand around me again.
Lust punches through my gut and a groan rolls through my chest. “Christ. You look like you’re dying to suck me.”
“I am.” She flutters her eyelashes.
“That’s so fucking hot.”
She bends her head and I’m nearly crying in anticipation of her mouth on me. But first she holds my cock flat against my belly and drags her tongue over my balls.
Sensation burns and twists through my body. I make a low guttural noise, still watching her.
She does it again, and again, long slow licks, then so gently she sucks my tender skin into her hot mouth. White-hot electricity bolts up my spine.
She glances up at me, and holy hell, her face is gorgeous…so hungry, so focused, her lips shiny. Then she returns her attention to my eager dick. With one hand wrapped around the shaft, she slides it down, pulling back the foreskin to lick all around the head. And then she takes me inside her mouth.
“Jesus…”
I reach for her head, threading my fingers through her mass of wavy hair to hold it back so I can see what she’s doing, even though I’m half blind with lust. Her mouth and hand combine into a smooth rhythm, up and down, sensation swelling in a hot helix. She stops at the crown, swirls her tongue around, then resumes sliding her lips over me.
Another unintelligible noise rises to my lips as electricity burns over my skin. “Yeah…fuck yeah, that feels amazing…suck me.”
Her other hand slips beneath my tight balls, fondling them, brushing over the cheeks of my ass. My legs fall wider apart as I’m nearly delirious with bliss. She pulls off my cock, her hand still moving, and smiles as if admiring it. “You really are beautiful,” she whispers.
My hands tighten in her hair, and she sucks on me again, slowing at the top to let her lips slide over me as if she’s savoring me. Christ, that only heightens every electrified nerve ending in my body.
“I’m close,” I growl. “Like, right there…”
She gives a tiny nod and I can’t help but thrust up into her mouth, faster. She picks up the tempo, her hand jerking me, her mouth sucking me, and I go fucking blind as fiery sensation erupts in my balls, shoots out my dick, and sizzles up my spine. I come in hard, throbbing pulses. I think I may have shouted, but I’m not sure. My arms drop to the mattress at my sides and my chest heaves. I’m vaguely aware of Sara licking and kissing the head of my cock, then crawling up to collapse beside me.
“Call 911,” I mumble. “I need an ambulance.”
She giggles. “We already did that.”
“Oh right.”
Holy shit. Did I just make a joke about an ambulance? What is happening to me?
We lie there for a few minutes, until my heart stops slamming against my ribs and returns to somewhat normal. “Okay,” I finally say. “We need to talk about this virginity thing.”
“Do we have to?”
I huff out a laugh.
“It’s not that big a deal,” she adds. “I just want to do it.”
I sit up and strip off my shirt, which is all sweaty and wrinkled. Then I roll back down and shift to my side. Sara is facedown with her head turned my way. I stroke my hand slowly down her smooth back and meet her eyes.
“How come?” I ask quietly.
She knows what I mean. “Lots of reasons,” she says. “It’s not like I was ‘waiting’ for anything. It just…never happened. When I was growing up, my parents told me I could do anything, that I had so many opportunities that were never open to women before me. I felt that pressure…I had to get great marks at school, do all kinds of extracurricular activities, get into a good college…there was never time for boys in there. And…on top of that, I wasn’t all that attractive to boys anyway.” She makes a face.
“I find that hard to believe.”
“Sometime I’ll show you my high school yearbook.” She gives me a wry smile.
I smile back.
“I told you about my depression. I dropped out of college because I was so depressed, I couldn’t even do assignments or study. I just didn’t care. All I wanted to do was sleep and watch Dr. Pimple Popper videos.”
I choke and she gives me a faint smile.
“I needed to do something else. Since then, my priority has been figuring out my life and what I really want. And since my videos took off, I’ve been so busy I don’t have time for hookups. I felt like I had better things to do than bang guys I didn’t even like that much.”
Does she like me…that much?
“There was never a guy you wanted to…do it with?”
“Sure. There’ve been a few. Like I said, it just didn’t happen. At this point, it’s more of a burden.” She rolls her eyes. “Virginity freaks guys out.” She blinks and pauses a beat. “Are you freaked out?”
“I’m not freaked out.” I hold her gaze steadily. “I want to make sure it’s what you want.”
“It’s what I want.” She pulls in a breath. “I want it with you.”
My heart knocks against my sternum. “I want it with you too. I want you to know that. I’m only being careful…for you.”
Her eyes soften and warm. She lifts a hand and touches her fingertips to my face. “And that’s why I want it with you.”
“Because you want the best sex of your life.”
She chuckles.
I’m not freaking out. Really, I’m not. But this is a lot. “If it’s your first time…”
Her eyes flash. “What?”
“It should be special?” I finish weakly. I have a feeling I’m going the wrong way here.
She rolls away from me and sits up. Naked, except for her black lace panties, her hair a mess, mascara smudged around her eyes, she glares at me. She’s magnificent. “Okay, let’s talk about that.”
“Uh…”
“Losing my virginity is not something life altering. I’ll be the same person tomorrow as I am tonight. If it happens.”
“Okay…”
“That all goes back to women being property, and a woman being more valuable as a virgin. If she loses her virginity too early or the wrong way or with the wrong person, she’s ‘damaged.’ ” She makes air quotes.
Oh boy. I have really stepped in it. I push up to sit too, grabbing a cushion and setting it over my lap.
“Men don’t have to worry about being judged or shamed for losing their virginity.” She lifts her chin.
“True.” Absolutely true. In fact, guys brag about it.
“If a woman has sex for any reason other than being in love with someone and pledging her love and devotion for the rest of her life, she’s a slut.”
“I don’t think that,” I protest quietly. “I’d be a hypocritical asshole if I did. I’ve had sex plenty of times just because it’s fun and it feels good. Why shouldn’t women?”
Her face softens. “Right. So please…let’s not make a big deal out of it. I like you, and I’m attracted to you…a lot.”
My chest heats. “Same.”
“Making out with you got me so turned-on…” Her voice goes low and smoky. “I want more.”
“Oh Christ, me too.” My dick is coming back to life. I toss the pillow aside and jump off the bed to grab the condoms from my pants pocket. I drop them on the nightstand and sit on the bed next to her. I slide a hand up the side of her neck, cupping her jaw, and lean in to kiss her.
She curls her fingers around my wrist and kisses me back, her mouth eager and hungry and hot. I sweep some of the cushions off the bed and ease her to her back, head on a pillow, and kiss her more, deeper, my tongue sliding in and out of her mouth.
Virgin or not, one thing I do know is that women need foreplay, and now that I’ve had the edge taken off and won’t be a two-pump chump, I can give her all the filthy foreplay she can handle. I want her hot and wet and panting for it.
I kneel beside her, my mouth sucking on hers, licking inside, fucking her with my tongue, and I cover one breast with my hand and gently squeeze. She moans and that sound inflames my senses even more. I kiss and lick my way down her neck. I discover a delicate tattoo of flowers and vines behind her left ear and I kiss that too. I graze my lips over her shoulder, her collarbone, and lower. I plump that firm flesh up for me and take her nipple into my mouth.
She lifts her arms above her head, stretching, arching her back, and I linger there for…I don’t know, hours…sucking those pretty pink nipples, kissing over the curves, licking the undersides. I pause to kiss her mouth hungrily, then resume my attention to her tits, Christ, they’re perfect, and she writhes beneath me, sliding her feet up and down over the duvet.
“These are so sweet.” I lick again. “So perfect.”
She whimpers.
My cock is once again a throbbing spike.
I skim a hand down over her firm stomach, stopping over her panties. I press the heel of my hand there and a low groan vibrates in her chest. Then I slip my fingers inside the lace and caress the softest skin with my blunt fingertips. A gasp escapes her, and I play there while I torture her breasts with my lips and tongue and, gently, teeth. I slip a finger between the plump folds, finding slick heat.
“Perfect,” I breathe against her skin. I probe deeper. “So wet.”
“I know.” Her hips tilt up. “Oh God, I know, I’m aching there…”
“Good.” I kiss one tender nipple. “I want you wet and aching.”
She draws up one knee and lets it fall to the side, granting me more access. I push a finger inside her.
“I want to taste you,” I murmur. “Can I taste you, Sara?”
She whimpers a yes, so I shift on the bed, moving between her lithe legs. I hook my fingers into the thong panties, drag them down her thighs, and toss them aside. With my hands on her inner thighs, I push her further open, admiring smooth bareness.
“So pretty.” I trace a finger down the seam. “So soft and pink. And…” I part her lips. “And wet. Beautiful.” I look up at her as I slide a finger inside again, my blood sizzling and rushing to my groin.
She’s watching me, up on one elbow, and she stretches her hand out to touch my hair, pushing it off my forehead. Christ, that’s hot.
I hook an arm around one of her thighs and lower my face. I can smell her arousal. It’s like a fucking drug, buzzing through my veins, and I stroke my tongue slowly over her. She jolts, her fingers tighten in my hair, and I do it again. And again. I lap at her, slowly, luxuriously, tasting her, enjoying her, absorbing all the little sounds she makes. Then I delve my tongue deeper, licking up her sweetness, and then sliding over her clit.
She cries out and I smile. I circle my tongue around it…teasing her…then over it again.
“Oh God! Yes…do that…”
I stretch my arm to find her breast again, pinching at her nipple, tugging it, while I rub the bundle of nerves with my tongue. She’s thrashing now, flat on her back, her head tossing on the pillow. I want to get her close…but not all the way there. Not yet.
I grab a condom, rip it open, and roll it on, then resume my treatment to her clit…slow licks and then a gentle suck.
She yelps and shudders and I pull back, ready to fuck her blind. I rise onto my knees and look up at her, my hand on my dick, holding it right at her entrance. “Sara…” I keep my voice low.
She opens her eyes, glassy with need, and blinks at me. “Yes. Please.”
Thank you, Jesus. I push into her opening, slowly, carefully. I think this might hurt her and I don’t want that, but she’s definitely ready. I prop myself up on one arm above her, my other hand sliding up and down her side as I press into her.
“Lift your knees.”
She does s
o, easing the way a bit. She’s tight and hot around me, so fucking tight, I’m already halfway there again. I clench my glutes and rock my hips, deeper, deeper still, bending down to kiss her when she lets out a little hiss. “Okay?”
“Yes. God yes. I love this feeling…you filling me.”
“Good. I want to fill you…I want to fuck you.”
She pants out a “yes” and I glide out, then in again, even deeper. Finally I’m there…seated inside her, all the way, pressed together, joined so close. I watch her face…and she meets my eyes. It’s intense. Scorching. So deep and personal. Something swells in my chest.
She gives a tiny nod. And I start moving again, rolling my hips against her, dragging the length of my cock in and out of her tight channel. The bed bounces and soft noises spill from her lips, filling the room. I watch her face closely, in case she’s hurting, but she just watches me back and it’s fucking hot.
I’m getting closer, fever-hot, my body tightening. I stretch out over her, giving her some of my weight. Her hands roam over my back and down to my ass, where she clutches me and pulls me tighter against her. I kiss her ear, her jaw, inhale her scent—exotic flowers with a hint of musk. “Find it, baby. Find what you need to get off.” I rotate my pelvis against her.
“Yes.” She lifts her hips. “Oh…there…”
We move together, her heels digging into my ass. I grab her hands and lift them above her head and kiss her, sloppy and wet and desperate. Her cries become urgent, her fingers so tight on mine I think she might break my hands and I know she’s working for it…and then it’s there. She wails, long and low, and her pussy ripples around my cock as she presses through her orgasm.
“Fuck yeah.” I groan near her ear. “That’s it, baby…so good. I’m there too…”
I fuck deep into her, pleasure slamming into me, my balls tightening, then my entire body seizing with rapture, bright and blinding and sense robbing.
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