God, she’s stunning.
Her hands run across her bare stomach before her fingers dip into her pajama pants and she shimmies them to the floor. Her bareness. Her beauty. The way her red hair cascades across her nipples and falls effortlessly around her face. It’s fucking breathtaking.
Unbuckling my jeans, I grab the condom from my wallet, kick out of my shoes, and drop my pants to the floor before quickly ridding myself of my shirt. Standing before her in my boxers, her eyes meet my hard cock and fear flashes in her eyes.
I close the distance between us and whisper, “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.”
She lays back on the bed and pulls me on top of her. Never taking my eyes off hers, I grind against her wetness and feel it dampen my briefs with each riveting slide up and down her tempting center. She moans, and hell if that doesn’t almost send me over the edge without even having entered her yet. I have never been this close to losing my virginity to any girl. And if I’m being honest, I am glad I waited for Gwen.
I kiss her slowly, and she nervously kisses me back. I pull her hips closer as her wetness grows, and my cock strains, needing its release. She scratches her nails down my back as her whimpers fill the room. God, if that isn’t the sexiest fucking thing. Pulling back, I look her in the eyes and still my movements. “We don’t have to go further, Gwen,” I say, trying to make sure she wants this as much as I do. “We can stop.”
Her eyes cloud with a scared desire as she thrusts up her hips and pushes her wet center down against me. I hiss out in response and hope I don’t fucking climax prematurely.
“No, Rex,” she whimpers. “I want to give myself to you. I want you to take me. I want to always know that you were my first. That this, that us, that it was real.”
My lips capture hers before she can say anymore. Because fuck, what she just said took my damn breath away. This is real, isn’t it? No bullshit, no pretending. Just her and me. For the first time, I feel safe feeling the way I do about her. About anyone.
She pushes me up, and I allow her to, as long as I can keep kissing her. Sitting back, I briefly break away to rid myself of my boxers and come back between her legs. She flings her hair over her shoulder, and I brush my hands down her nipples, then further south until the heat of her tight pussy is all I feel. Her head falls back, a moan escapes her lips.
“God, Rex, I’ve never wanted anything so badly.”
I never take my eyes off her as I watch her pleasure increase with each deliberate stroke of my fingers.
“Neither have I,” I whisper.
She greedily starts to grind against my hand. I stick another finger inside her. She bites her lip, her tightness stretches as I slowly curl my fingers and run them in and out of her wet center.
Her hand reaches forward, and she strokes my length. I growl in approval as my fingers slip out of her core and find her clit. Rubbing circles against her swollen flesh, her delirious eyes flash open and meet mine. She holds my stare for a moment before leaning back on the bed and letting me continue to pleasure her.
“Rex, if you keep touching me like that, it will all be over too soon.”
Her hips lift with need as I roll my fingers back inside her.
“Do you think you are wet enough for me, Gwen?” I ask.
Spread out against the sheets, her back arches off the mattress and she moans, “Yes.”
With shaky hands, I pull away and rip open the condom. Rolling it over my hard length, I position myself between her thighs. I take a moment before entering her. Staring down at her, at the gift she’s giving me, it hits me that I’m the luckiest bastard to ever walk the face of the earth.
Our eyes meet, and neither of us looks away. This moment changes everything.
I start to push inside her and see her face instantly tighten.
“Am I hurting you?” I ask as I stall with just the tip inside her center.
“No,” she swallows hard. “Keep going.”
I do as she says but can’t help but see how much pain I’m causing her written all across her face.
She starts to cry. Her legs shake. She sucks in a sharp breath and whispers a pained, “Oh, God.”
It’s not pleasure I’m bringing her. Not yet.
“If I’m hurting you Gwen,” I plead.
“No,” she pants, hurt and agony fill her eyes just before she closes them. “Keep going, don’t stop.”
So I do. Like a greedy bastard, I thrust quickly inside her. She screams out as I take her, claim her, make this moment forever ours. She may be losing herself to me, but hell if I’m not finding myself in her. After a minute or two, her face softens. Her eyes open, and she bites her bottom lip as she stares at me through hooded lashes. I’ve never seen anything more breathtaking in my entire life.
