My eyes flew up to hers, and I saw everything I was feeling reflected back at me.
“I love you.” She smiled at my words as she sat up and shifted to the end of the bed, pulling me toward her by my forearms.
“I love you so much. Sometimes it feels impossible that I’ve found you so soon,” she whispered. “You’re not supposed to meet ‘the one’ this young, are you?” She looked nervous about the confession.
“No,” I answered honestly. Her eyes immediately welled with tears, disbelief and hurt swimming in them, so I quickly finished my thought. “But there are always exceptions, and that’s us, babe. We’re the lucky ones.”
As with most of our kisses, I didn’t know who leaned in first. But despite the tender moment, it was hard to ignore her naked body in front of me. We both started squirming only minutes later before Sherry pulled back. She was smirking as she scooted up the bed and resumed her position.
“So…” Sherry wiggled her eyebrows and propped herself up on her elbows. “Let’s get lucky…”
Focus.
My mouth was hovering over her while I tried to remember all the tips I’d looked up.
Go slow.
Use the flat part of your tongue.
Listen to what she’s telling you.
Remember to use your tongue, lips, and fingers.
Tease her.
Feeling more confident, I began dropping kisses on her inner thigh, moving toward her center before pulling back and repeating. In minutes, I had her writhing and panting out for more. I smiled on the trip back up her leg, taking even more time with the kisses until my mouth was back over her bare, glistening pussy.
Christ, she’s already wet.
“God, you’re fucking soaked,” I whispered in awe as I brought my hand up and ran my fingers through her folds. Her breath hitched and her fingers gripped the comforter. I chuckled. “Like that, do you?”
“W-w-what?”
I got up and leaned over her, continuing to tease her with my fingers ghosting up her inner thighs. Looking down into her flushed face, with her eyes pinched shut and her breathing labored, I felt incredibly powerful. No matter how many times I made her come, it was always an ego boost to know only I made her feel this way. Only I got to see the ecstasy spread across her face until it shattered into something otherworldly while she shuddered and chanted my name.
“You like it when I talk dirty,” I whispered as I finally put her out of her misery and slid two fingers inside her. I’d never been crass before because I hadn’t known how she’d take it, but those thoughts had constantly been running through my mind. So to find out she might love it just as much as me?
Fuck. Yes.
She didn’t answer. But I had a feeling I’d have an answer by the end of the night.
“I can’t wait to taste you.” She wiggled some more, pushing her hips into my hand as my fingers moved in and out at a leisure pace.
“What’s s-stopping you?”
Smiling, I pulled my fingers free and traced around her clit without touching it. “What’s your hurry?
She glared down at me. “Because I’ve been imagining your mouth on me for far too long, and I can’t wait much longer.”
I’d barely let her finished before I claimed her in a kiss. Our tongues dueled as our tender touches and sweet words turned savage.
“Please,” she murmured when we broke away. I couldn’t deny her, or myself, any longer. Nodding, I moved down her body before settling between her open legs.
“I didn’t know it could be like this…”
“What?” She moved up on her elbows, still panting and wiggling.
I’d read that this could be pretty scary for some women. “You’re not scared?”
She smiled and reached down to stroke my cheek. “No. I trust you.”
I shuffled closer, finally ready to taste what I’d been dreaming about for months. Slowly, with my eyes focused on her hazy ones, I moved forward until my mouth was as close as it could get to her clit without touching. Then I placed the softest kiss on it, my tongue peeking out for a small taste. I moaned, my eyes closing of their own will.
Tightening my hands on her thighs, I brought her even closer, alternating between sucking gently and kissing slowly. It didn’t take long until she started panting, and the bed shifted as she fell on her back.
I forced my eyes open. She was enjoying it, no doubt, but I wanted her crazy, the biting-her-lip-and-near-breathless kind of crazy.
What else had the articles said?
FOCUS ON THE CLIT!
Focus on more than her clit.
Alternate.
Don’t alternate.
Use these techniques.
Forget about technique.
My head was whirling with all the different, sometimes contradictory advice I’d looked up.
“Ohh… y-yes… t-that… k-keep doing that…” She trailed off before sighing with pleasure.
Shit, shit, shit. What had I been doing?
Circles. Yes, circles.
After the tiniest pause, I refocused my efforts, moving my tongue in slow circles around her clit.
She writhed some more, pushing herself closer, before groaning loudly, making me feel like a goddamn king. I knew I should be taking more time, but I couldn’t hold myself back.
I was surrounded by her. My mouth full of her sweet taste, the scent of her sex all around me, and my hands roaming all over her legs, ass, and stomach. My eyes feasting on her fingers as they pinched her perky tits, and my ears relishing in the loud moans spilling from her soft, pink lips.
As I increased the tempo, the circles got smaller and tighter. Her hands came down to my head, grabbing fistfuls of my hair and yanking me impossibly closer.
“Oh God, Hunter. Don’t stop. Please d-don’t stop,” she begged. Thank God she felt that way, because I genuinely didn’t think I would have been able to.
Redoubling my efforts, my hands squeezed her thighs while I gave her everything I had.
“Fuck… yes… right there…” Her thighs squeezed my head, trapping her hands, as she rocked faster against my mouth.
This is fucking incredible.
Her breath caught right before she screamed out her release. I held her as she trembled and I continued to swirl my tongue until she was squirming to get away from me. Only when she let out a soft sigh did I let up and pull away.
“I was not expecting to like that as much as I did,” I confessed, crawling up her body.
“I… was…” She was staring at the ceiling with a sated expression filling her face, trying to catch the last of her stolen breath.
“Why the hell didn’t we do this sooner?”
“We’re fucking morons.”
“Definitely.” I chuckled as I moved over her. “So, was my mouth everything you thought it’d be?”
“Oh yeah,” she admitted shamelessly. “I’ve been curious about that for some time now.”
Frowning, I tucked her hair behind her ear. “Why didn’t you say anything? We could’ve found a way…”
“I know.” Her fingers traced my lips. “You’d give me anything I’d ask for.”
“I would,” I said resolutely.
Sherry gave me a smile that stole the air from my lungs and the thoughts from my brain. “Well… I just want you,” she said. “Whether we’re talking, kissing, having sex, or even fighting… I just want you.”
We both smiled. Mine slowly fell as nerves worked their way through me.
“But, seriously, was it, ah, was it good?” I asked. I cursed the blush I could feel spreading over my cheeks.
She stared at me blankly. “Chocolate is good. Having a day off from school is good. Getting the window seat on an airplane is good. That was phenomenal.”
I instantly relaxed and brought my mouth to hers. I had no clue what I was doing. We had no clue what we were doing. But she was right; there was too much love between us for this to feel wrong or awkward. For it to be anything other than
amazing.
We spent the next few minutes lazily kissing until my rock-hard dick demanded some attention. Sherry chuckled when she felt it against her stomach.
“Is this little guy feeling neglected?”
“Little?” I asked incredulously. “Are you trying to scar him for life?”
“Let me make it up to him.” She licked her lips and reached for the condom on the nightstand. Despite her confident words, I saw her hand tremble.
“Wait,” I rushed out and she immediately tensed.
“What is it?” she asked as she lay back down.
I ran one hand through her hair and the other squeezed her hand holding the foil packet. “We can wait, if you’ve changed your mind or you’re nervous. No matter when you ask, I’ll stop.”
“I know.” She touched my face softly. “I haven’t changed my mind. I promise. But thank you, for checking with me so often… for caring so much.”
“You don’t have to thank me for that.” I swallowed and took the condom from her. “So… uh, how do you wanna do this?”
She quirked an eyebrow. “Did you miss that day of sex ed?”
Laughing, I explained, “I meant, I, uh, I read that sometimes the girl being on top is more comfortable.”
“Did you do research?” I felt my cheeks warm again. I couldn’t help it, but Sherry was kind enough to take pity on me. “I think it’s sweet. But I’d prefer for you to be on top.”
We didn’t say anything else as she moved up the bed and settled back on the pillows. My eyes were trained on her when I kicked my pants and boxers off. Her eyes widened and her breathing became labored while I rolled on the condom. Grabbing the comforter at the end of the bed, I moved over her, draping the sheet around us.
I closed my eyes and kissed her, my dick rubbing against her, impatient. After several drugging kisses and tender caresses, Sherry encouraged me to take her. Pulling back, I lined the head up before slowly pushing in. I hated the pain I could clearly see on her face and the slight flinch she made. But after assuring me she was okay, I slowly worked my way in until I was seated to the hilt. Sherry pushed against me, her fingers digging into my shoulders and her legs wrapping around mine. My forehead was resting against her shoulder, my eyes still slammed shut and my breath nonexistent.
Dear God…
If a picture was worth a thousand words, then it would take a thousand pictures to explain what it felt like to be inside her for the first time. And even that didn’t feel like enough, because how do you describe perfection? How do you put into words something that wasn’t supposed to exist?
I was sure some would say it would feel like this no matter what, but I knew the truth. Only Sherry could make me feel this way. Like I was doing everything right even though I had no clue what I was doing, even though hundreds of doubts crowded my mind.
But as I started moving inside her, all my worries fell away until I had no other thoughts but one…
HOLYFUCKINGSHITLHBLRGH.
16 years old
It wasn’t terrible.
It wasn’t great… but I also didn’t feel like I was being split in two. It helped that I went in with low expectations. I didn’t think I was going to be one of the lucky ones who got an orgasm right out of the gate, so I appreciated that he already gave me one with his tongue… and wow… it had been better than I could have imagined.
“Are you… are you okay?” he panted out.
I ran my hands over his hair, cradling his head. “Yeah.”
“Oh God, Sherry…” he whispered as he continued rocking into me slowly, wringing out his orgasm.
He smiled before leaning down and kissing me softly. I felt myself melt into the mattress, like I could physically feel him pouring all his love into me through this kiss. It was one of those kisses you knew you’d remember for the rest of your life. One of those kisses that would randomly have you smiling in the middle of history class or an eye doctor appointment, making everyone around you wonder what the heck you were smiling about in such a boring situation.
“Shit,” he said into my neck.
Laughing, I smoothed the hair off his forehead. “It’s pretty typical,” I tried to reassure him. I knew it was common that the guy came before the girl the first few times. I also knew there was a chance I wouldn’t come at all.
He smirked and pecked my lips. “Yeah, but I thought I might have one of those magical dicks… you know, the ones that exist in romance novels? I give you twelve orgasms in an hour… that’s a thing, right?”
My laughter bounced around the room before he pulled me up and walked me to my bathroom. After we cleaned ourselves up and threw the towel in the wash, we crawled back into bed. Hunter lying on his back with me snuggled up against him as I drew small circles over his chest.
“Thank you for tonight.”
“It was hardly the best first experience for you,” he said regretfully.
I pulled away and looked down at him. “I couldn’t imagine it going any better. Because despite what you believe, some guy with a ten-inch dick giving a virgin twelve orgasms in a row would never happen.” We both chuckled, but I quickly grew serious. “But you did give me something that is pretty rare. Not every girl gets to have her first time with someone so considerate, with someone she’s in love with. I’d take that over a ten-inch dick any day.”
Hunter laughed as he pulled me close and kissed me, his tongue immediately invading my mouth and stealing my breath… my thoughts… everything.
“You know what I think?” he asked after we broke apart.
“What?” I tucked my head under his chin, resting my cheek on his chest.
“I think ours is a love people will write stories about,” Hunter whispered. “We don’t need superhuman genitalia.”
I grinned against him before placing a soft kiss over his heart. “You’re such a dork.”
“But I’m your dork.”
“Yeah. You are… always.” Shoving off him, I swiveled to the side of the bed and pulled out the wrapped gift I’d placed in my nightstand.
“You didn’t have to,” he said as I forced it in his hands. “You already gave me more than enough.”
“Contrary to popular belief, sex isn’t a great birthday gift, in my opinion.”
Hunter blindly set his present down and took my hands in his. “It wasn’t about the sex, Sherry, although that was fantastic.” He squeezed my hands and gave me a quick kiss. “You gave me something precious. You gave me your trust.”
“And I’d do it again. But I wanted you to have something tangible. Please accept it.”
Letting go of my hands, he picked up the box. Carefully unwrapping it and folding the torn paper so as not to make a mess. It broke my heart every time I saw him do something that way, like he didn’t want to leave any evidence he’d been there. I could so clearly remember Christmas mornings in our house, when Bobby and I would tear into all our presents, the discarded paper strewn about like we didn’t have a care in the world. Our parents let us be children; it was a luxury Hunter never got.
I was pulled from the memories when I realized how quiet he had gotten. My boyfriend sat there, the sheet pulled over him to his waist, staring down at the camera in his hand. It was the nicest, most professional digital camera I could afford. I didn’t know much about photography, but the guy ensured me it was one of the best.
“I know you like the old-school ones, but I figured if you really wanted to get into photography, this would help. Since you’re going to try and get an internship next year when we’re seniors.” He stayed quiet and I nervously twisted my hands in my lap. “I mean… the guy said it was the right kind for someone just starting out. But maybe he was just trying to sell me crap without actually caring.” Still nothing from Hunter. “If you hate it, we can—”
“It’s perfect,” he whispered, his hand running reverently over the box. When his eyes lifted to mine, there were tears in them. Shaking his head, he placed his new camera on the nightstand by him before
turning and pulling me toward him. “It’s crazy.”
“What is?”
“That’s the exact camera I’ve been looking at buying. I was planning to save up…” Hunter paused, looking at me in a way I had never seen before. “I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you.”
I cuddled closer. “There is no deserving, there’s only loving.”
And that was what we did.
We loved.
I FELT ALIVE FOR the first time in years.
Hunter’s arms were wrapped tight around me, his warm breath was in my ear, and his strong, unwavering heartbeat was hammering against my chest. Nothing had ever felt more right. Not even when I first saw him all those years ago.
My head was blissfully silent. I knew the questions were close, lingering at the periphery and waiting to be unleashed. I just couldn’t make myself worry about them right now.
Not that it mattered. If Hunter’s Herculean grip around me was any indication, he wasn’t ready to let go either.
We stood like that for minutes… hours… hell, days could have passed and I wouldn’t’ve known the difference. All I could really make sense of was the fact that he was in my arms again, and it wasn’t going to matter when I was forced to let go, it would always feel too soon.
The sound of a blaring horn startled us, causing us both to step back and look down the street at the approaching vehicle barreling toward us. We’d been standing in the middle of street, but now we were on opposite sides, giving the incoming truck a wide berth. But at the last second, Hunter crossed to my side, very nearly missing the vehicle. My eyes were wide as a gust of air rushed past him, blowing the strands of his brown hair in my direction.
I was still processing the fact that he almost got hit by a car just so he could be on the same side of the street as me, when resounding laughter and close-by whispers broke through. Turning my head, I saw gossiping old ladies and another group of teenagers down the street.
My eyes fell back on Hunter, unable to stop myself from cataloguing all the differences between who he used to be and who he was now.
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