by J. C. Allen
I was ready.
We walked in his bedroom and he turned the light on, though the room was still fairly dim. His bed was stacked high, the headboard black and matching his comforter, but the sheets were a deep blue. He had a side couch, and the bathroom was off to the side behind a door, next to the closet.
Then, as we walked inside, he licked his lips and cradled my face, his thumb drawing circles on my cheeks. I could feel it everywhere in my body.
“I, um…” I said, wanting to just get to it. “So, you remember the last few times we almost…” Goddamnit, Grace, just say it and stop being weird! “I was hesitant because I’ve never done this before. I’ve never had sex.”
I felt like I had lifted a massive weight off my shoulders, only for another one to come crashing down right where the previous one had been. It felt good to make that confession—but the confession wouldn’t mean shit if Matthew mocked me or thought me crazy for feeling that way.
I couldn’t even begin to express how relieved I felt when he just smiled and squeezed me in tight.
“I know that, Grace.”
Wait… really?
“Oh…”
“Did you think that I didn’t?”
He took my hand and drew it from my mouth, which had been gasping.
“I just want you to be sure.”
“I am. Are you sure?”
“Good,” I said with a gulp. I knew the next word would be the one to make things official. “Yes.”
And so it begins.
Matthew closed the gap between us and kissed me. It had more intensity than I had ever experienced before from him. It took my entire body prisoner, and I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else—I was the world’s most voluntary prisoner.
His hands roamed across my body, their warmth searing me from the outside in. He lifted my body over to the bed; my head hit a soft pillow. I opened my eyes as he broke the kiss, but only so he could start getting his clothes off. My breathing intensified as I began to really anticipate what was coming—or, rather, who was soon to be coming.
When he took off my shirt, I got a little sheepish at him looking at me. But when I saw how pleased he was with how I looked, it all went away.
His fingers splayed down my belly to my leggings, taking the band and my panties together and pulling them away. I gasped as my body hit the cold air, but his gaze set me on fire from the inside out. I had never been this naked in front of any man before…
But Matthew was not “any man.” He was the man, and I had no second thoughts about letting this happen.
“You’re fucking hot Grace.”
He knelt between my thighs as he pried me apart. I looked away as my cheeks heated, clamping my eyes shut. I’d waited for this moment for far too long, and I was an absolute nervous wreck. I had faith in Matthew I would feel amazing, but…
Shut up and enjoy it, girl!
His fingers trailed up my inner thighs. I shivered, feeling my pussy drip more by the second. I was almost climaxing just with anticipation. And then…
He reached my clit.
His fingers swiped my hot flesh. I trembled beneath him. I reached out for him, grabbing his shoulders. I brought him down to kiss me. It temporarily pulled him out of me, but that was fine.
I wanted to prolong this moment as long as I could.
I reached down with shaky fingers and took off his shirt, drawing up from his muscled chest and abs. As soon as it was off, he went back to kissing me, his hands flying down to my thighs. I trailed my hands down his chest hair to the thatch of hair in the midline of his abs, disappearing in his jeans.
I got extra bold and grabbed his cock through his boxers, gasping against the kiss as he groaned. I struggled to get his belt unbuckled at the same time as his jeans, but I eventually did. He leaned on to his side and took his jeans and briefs off at the same time. I didn’t stop my jaw from dropping at the sight of him—even if I had jerked him before, knowing he would soon be inside of me…
Holy fuck.
“Where is that supposed to go…”
His cock was heavily erect, tan, and marred with veins. I moistened at the inevitability of tasting him.
“Anywhere you want, angel.”
He leaned in and kissed my cheek, then my neck and my chest. He pulled at my bra but didn’t take it off, just opening it up enough to expose my breasts. My nipples were hard but somehow grew harder when he took my breasts in his hands and kneaded the flesh. His lips alternated between them, kissing and suckling. I moaned and writhed under him, wanting him inside me now. As in, now now.
Matthew started to kiss down my body, traveling further as I breathed deeper.
“Oh god—”
I grabbed his hair and held him close, rolling my hips toward him. And then…
He was on me, eating me out.
His tongue swirled through my flesh, rolling and nibbling at my throbbing clit. He slipped two fingers inside me. I felt full of that alone, and I was bound to come at any second.
And he hadn’t even gotten inside of me!
When I was alone, it was nothing like this. I didn’t feel like my body was being pulled apart end by end, every nerve coming alive until I was ready to explode.
Suffice to say, if I could help it, I was going to take Matthew’s presence every time. Now that I’m living with him…
“Matthew… please don’t stop.”
He didn’t stop until I exploded, coming harder than I ever have before. His mouth stayed on me, catching my last few tremors, before he kissed back up my body. I felt like a new person.
He kissed me slowly and deeply, like it was more than just a kiss, almost like it was more than sex. I had waited for this for so long, since high school, and now…
It is here. And it’s everything I ever hoped it would be and more.
His hands were soft on my body, worshiping every curve and slope of my body. I did the same to him, seeing just how hard and firm his muscles were. I couldn’t contain myself.
I was ready to lose myself and my virginity to him.
“Matthew, I want you. Take me.”
His eyes darkened as he smirked at me, licking his lips. He reached over into the bedside table, rummaging around before pulling out a condom. I watched with rapt attention as he rolled it on his long, thick cock. He lifted my legs, placing my ankles by his waist as he drew closer.
His left hand went between my legs, and he pushed three fingers inside me. The stretch burned as he pumped at me, curling his fingers inward and drawing them out.
“Fuck, you’re tight as hell angel. It might hurt.”
“I know. I don’t care, though.”
He stopped finger fucking me and ran his cock through my folds, right over my clit. Once again, I got to another peak orgasm; it was so good it was blinding. My eyes shut as I absorbed another orgasm and my walls expanded.
It was time.
I was ready.
Matthew hovered over me, put himself at my entrance, and slid in in one movement.
“Matthew—” I gasped, gripping his forearms around my thighs.
I opened my eyes to find him leaned over me, his muscles coiled as he was buried deep inside me. Oh, holy fuck, was that unlike anything I had ever felt.
“Jesus, you feel fucking good, angel.”
I widened my legs, adjusting to feeling so full and stretched around him. He pressed forward, driving him deeper inside me. It started out slow and collected as Matthew made sure I was comfortable and at ease withe everything.
I nodded that I was. Then his own desire for pleasure took over.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him close to me. He kissed me as his hips drove in so deep, I felt him in my core. Our skin pressing together filled the room, slapping faster and faster. He gripped my ass and half-raised me on the bed, gaining more control. My nails raked down his shoulders hard. He growled but seemed to enjoy it. Whatever feelings of self-consciousness I would have had about that vanished under the
tidal waves of bodily pleasure.
I kissed him harder, his tongue swirling around mine and pressing. My body climbed higher and closer to the edge until I was practically suspended there. I became an endless string of orgasms for God knows how long. All I knew was that it felt like we were coming together as one. Maybe it was sappy and too fast, but that’s how it felt.
I wanted to know what he felt like when he came, what he felt like when he really let go. I watched him take charge, his muscled body driving into me with his powerful cock. He glistened with sweat, and his hair fell over his brows, his lips hanging open in an ‘o’ shape as he grunted. I hadn’t been able to contain my moans, and I had been saying things I never thought would come out of my mouth.
His thrusts died down with one heavy groan as he finally pulsed inside me. The heat fills inside me. After a few seconds of twitching and loud grunts, he was still there, his body laying on mine. He let my legs go.
I kissed him as he rolled onto his back and took me with him over his chest. My hand rested over his heart as his breathing died down. He took off the condom and threw it in the trash before laying back down, one arm behind his head and the other around me. I couldn’t help but smile to myself as he held me. I felt like a new person. I sure didn’t know sex could do that!
“You okay?” he asked me after a while.
I looked up at his beautiful smirking face.
“I’m not a delicate flower, Matthew. Of course I’m OK.”
“I know,” he said with a laugh. “I could tell by your profane language.”
I blushed, telling him to shut up as I playfully swatted his chest. He hugged me with both arms and kissed me quickly as we laughed again.
“I think I’d be an ass if I didn’t ask you though.”
I licked my lips and propped myself up on his chest. He was warm and felt so good against me.
“I’m fine Matthew. Great.”
“Well, really, I was hoping for spectacular, I mean I’ve been told that I’m impressive.”
“Please don’t remind me of your body count right now,” I said, but I was laughing..
“Fair enough. You hungry?” he asks.
“Hm. Not really. Not for food, at least.”
You better know what I mean. One serving isn’t enough.
“I could say the same thing.”
He grabbed me by the legs and pulled me over his waist, over his budding cock.
I am indeed very hungry for him.
9
Matthew
“Are you sore?”
It was the next day, and somehow, in the span of one date, everything had seemed to become absolutely perfect.
“No.”
“Are you lying?” I said, smirking at Grace as she smiled slowly.
After she had left me at the field house, I had never thought I’d be in this situation. I certainly wanted to be, so many times, but I didn’t know how to take that next step.
It was a miracle I didn’t blow my load as soon as I sunk inside of her; she was so tight and wet that I nearly lost it. I wasn’t even worried about her becoming attached—if anything, it was something that I wanted from her and craved out of her.
“No… I mean, it’s a good type of soreness, that’s what I meant.”
She leaned in close, her warm vanilla scent flooding my senses. She smelled absolutely edible. I nibbled on her jaw as she giggled, moving to her lips. I rolled us over so I was back on top of her, my half-hardened cock laying against her thigh.
“I think I’m working up an addiction to you.”
“Same here,” she gasped.
She parted her lips and kissed me, our tongues dancing together immediately. The feeling of her kissing me traveled down to my cock. I got harder by the second as the warmth of her pussy started to get to me. I rubbed my hands down her. Her flesh was so smooth and easily grabbed, just the way I liked it. Her ass was a plush mound of skin I could dig my fingers into.
The kiss deepened, and all I wanted to do was sink right into her. I forced myself, however, to pull away to grab another condom before disaster struck with a second Michael.
I looked down into her bright green eyes as she bit her lip, lips that I could kiss them all night if I could. I paused with the empty wrapper when she grabbed my wrist.
“I want to use that weird chair.”
Her voice was a heavy whisper, sexy and hooded with desire. She’d pointed to a piece of furniture in my room that I had affectionately called the “sex chair” but obviously had not told that to Grace. I think, though, with the smell emanating off of it, she was able to easily figure it out, even without me telling her.
“You sure?”
I only needed one nod. I put on the condom and lifted her in one motion. She squealed with a happy laugh that made me smile. I sat on the chair against the higher part of the back with her in my lap. She straddled my waist, and her gushing pussy was just above my cock. I grabbed myself from the base, swiping through her slick folds as she moaned.
Grace had a way of looking at me with so much trust, I didn’t know what to do with it. This was all so different—for even me.
“You gotta ease into it like this.”
I held her hips, guiding her over my cock so she didn’t hurt herself. I didn’t find it awkward or annoying that I was her first; if anything, I found it endearing and kind of powerful that I got to set the standard for her. I was the one that she would measure sex against for the rest of her life.
“I’m pretty big so you want to go slow at first.”
“Shut up,” she said with a laugh.
Her nimble fingers clutched my shoulders as her breath hitched. Her eyes flew to mine, and I held her gaze as she dropped onto me. The deeper I went, the more my breathing halted as her heat overtook me.
She was so fucking tight. I grasped her ass and let my fingers drive inside, almost grazing her tight puckered hole as she shuddered. I smirked at her and watched her eyes loll back into her head as she was fully on me.
“Fuck Grace, you are unbelievable.”
She started to roll her hips, and my cock grazed deeper inside her. She clenched more and more as she got into a rhythm. I let her take over, let her have some fun in dictating the pace and flow of sex.
Grace broke the kiss and leaned back, her soft lips over mine.
“This is good?”
If only she knew just how amazing it was—I was definitely going to tell her as much, but if I could wish one thing for her, it was the self-confidence that properly justified her skills. For someone who hadn’t had sex until last night, she was pretty damn good.
“Fuck yeah angel, its amazing.”
I grunted, my abs tightening as I started to feel my orgasm coming up. She moaned so naturally, it was becoming my favorite sound in the world. There was nothing fake or for show; she moaned when it felt good and cried out my name in the most natural way. It was guttural and feminine and hot as hell.
Right now, she was riding my cock like it was the hundredth time. I’m not complaining at all. In fact, I might be mad at myself for how quickly she’s going to make me come.
“Jesus… I’m gonna come angel, you better be ready.”
I tried to hold myself off with her body, taking her breasts in my hands and kneading her nipples to bring her closer, but she was too beautiful and too good—it was becoming a losing battle.
When she started to touch herself, I burned the image in my mind for memory. It was so goddamn fucking hot. I’d already learned what she looked like when she was on the edge, when she went from biting her lip to letting them drop in that sexy ‘o’ shape.
She was there, and I felt her come. I let myself go seconds later, coming right along with her.
Her body went slack on mine. I held her close around her waist, kissing her slowly between catching our breath. My body thrummed for more… but at the same time, I was so exhausted. I ran my fingers through her silky hair and cupped her face, tilting the kiss deeper.
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Right now, I just wanted to go back to sleep.
“You’re good at this Matthew.”
“Thanks.”
Her smile was small but sweet, and her big green eyes looked up at me in that trusting way I still was not used to.
But you know what? That would come in time. For what this moment was, for what we were, for what we were honestly building toward… I had no complaints. I didn’t care how small or big her smile was or how much I was or was not used to trust. It was just perfect.
“I’ll make us a snack or something, that good?”
“Yes, please, I actually really am hungry now.”
I laughed as I grabbed my sweats from the dresser and put them on as she padded over to the bathroom. A few moments later, I heard the shower start, giving me the chance to take my time.
She ended up meeting me in the kitchen a few short minutes later, after I had made an almond milk shake. Her hair was wet, and my shirt fit like a dress on her. She was short but full around her breasts in just the right way. I fucking love her body.
“Your hair is curly.”
“When its wet. How’d you know I like almond milk?”
I lean against the counter with my own shake.
“You had it with breakfast one day,” I said shrugging my shoulders as it was no big deal.
To Grace, though, it sure didn’t seem like no big deal.
“You were paying attention?” she said, her eyes meet mine tentatively.
“I always pay attention to you.”
Her eyes widen in shock. Looks like I’m not the only one who has trouble with people trusting in them.
“Really?”
I dropped my glass and walked over to meet her. I stopped in front of her, inhaling her sweet scent that wasn’t muddled by the shower, her arms still warm. I took her forearms in mine and pulled her against me.
“Yes. I’ve been paying attention to you ever since high school, Grace. But I was… different back then. Immature. I don’t know if I’m much better now, but I want to be. You deserve more than that, if I’m with you.”
