I fiddle with his belt, trying to undo it, but he stills me, his hand taking mine. “Not so fast.”
“Please, don’t stop. I want this,” I urge breathlessly.
He kisses me. “So do I, more than you know,” he says, looking into my eyes. His pupils are wide, his eyes dark with a lust that mirrors my own. “But if I’m gonna be your first, I’m gonna make sure it’s a damn good first time.”
His words undo me; the last vestiges of reservations melt away. He wraps one arm around my waist, standing and lifting me with ease before laying me down on the bed. I wriggle out of my pajama pants, leaving me in just my panties. A simple cotton pair, black with pink polka dots. I wish they were sexier, but he looks at me with such hunger, I hardly care. He stands before me, and I’m able to get a better look at him. His body is sculpted from hours spent at the gym, his toned arms strong from hours on the road. He unbuckles his belt, his pants dropping to the floor to reveal the impressive bulge beneath his shorts.
Gage hovers over me, his eyes searching mine for any sign that I don’t want this, that I’ve changed my mind. Finding none, he kisses me again. When we finally break apart for air, he kisses his way down my body, languidly spending his time, mapping a path along my skin, his touch gentle and tantalizing. I both want it never to end and yearn for more. When he reaches the edge of my panties, his kisses on the sensitive skin make me wet, and I moan softly, arching my hips to help him remove my underwear. He chuckles softly, pleased by my eagerness.
Now completely naked, his face so near me, I suddenly feel vulnerable and exposed. I move a hand to cover myself. He captures it in his, gently stopping me. He looks up, his eyes meeting mine. “You’re perfect,” he breathes. “Never hide.”
I bite my lip and nod, fear replaced with yearning. Gage smiles, a slow, wicked grin that unravels me, and he clasps my thighs, parting them before slowly trailing his tongue down my seam, unstitching me. “Oh,” I breathe in surprised bliss, sinking back against the pillows as his tongue circles my clit, igniting a fire within me.
With every stroke of his tongue, I reach new levels of pleasure I never imagined were possible. I cry out, gripping thecushion, arching my back, running my fingers through his hair, wanting it to stop when it’s too much, yet crying out for more when he does. I lose myself, not caring who hears as I call his name and beg for more. His fingers delve inside my soaking wet core, and I unravel more.
“Oh my god, Gage!” I cry as the orgasm ripples up and crashes against the shore. I thought I had orgasmed before, but the climaxes I’ve given myself pale in comparison. “Gage, please,” I beg, though I’m not sure what it is I want. Everything. More.
Only then does he move away. My eyes widen in surprise as he licks my juices from his fingers. “You taste incredible,” he says.
Holy shit.
I’m speechless. But like an addict after their first hit, I want more. I sit up, moving to touch his erection through his boxer shorts. “Are you sure you want this? We can stop now, I won’t mind,” he says.
“I want this,” I insist, tilting my chin up to meet his gaze. I stroke his cock through the fabric, marveling as it hardens further under my touch. His eyes flutter closed for a moment, and I feel a triumphant gleam that I’m able to pleasure him.
He moves to kiss me gently. I lie back down as he removes his boxers, and I feel the first twinge of trepidation when I see his cock for the first time. It’s big, big enough for me to wonder how it’s going to fit, if it’s going to hurt. As if reading my mind, he assures me, “It might hurt a little to start, but we can stop at any time, okay?”
I nod. “Okay.”
He retrieves a condom from the nightstand drawer and kisses me, stroking my clit and getting me wet and horny again, waiting until I’m completely ready before he puts the condom on and positions his tip at my entrance. I grip his ass, widening my legs, and encouraging him in. He pushes in slowly, allowing my body to expand and accommodate him. While it feels a little tight and uncomfortable to start, it isn’t painful, and soon it becomes anything but.
As I become slicker, his thrusts deepen and soon he fills me. The pleasure is different from him going down on me, but no less enjoyable. My first time with Gage is precisely what a girl wishes for—tender, passionate, gentle, and most importantly, pleasurable.
He kisses me, teases my nipples, and clit, expertly knowing how to please me, when to fuck harder, and when to slow down. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight, I don’t know how long I’m gonna last,” he warns, which only serves to turn me on more, this power I have over him, how desirable he finds me.
“Yes,” I breathe, unable to formulate more words as the climax slowly rolls through me, less urgent this time. As Gage reaches his climax, I fall over the edge, my vision blurs, and I see stars.
Gage rolls to my side, scooping me close, and I lay my head on his chest. After a moment, when I’ve finally caught my breath, I ask him, “Is it always like this?”
He shakes his head, kissing me. “No. This was better.”
I scoff, thinking he’s lying to flatter me. “That can’t be true. You must have slept with plenty of more experienced, attractive women.”
“Experienced, yes. Attractive, yes, but not as beautiful as you. And not always this…” Gage searches for the right word. “Connected. Not just physically but on a deeper level.”
I appreciate his candidness; not many guys are this honest. I try to do the same. “It was pretty fucking incredible for me.”
“Good,” he replies with a slow grin.
“Can we do it again?” I ask mischievously.
He chuckles, shaking his head ruefully. “As much as you want. But you might get sore if we do it again tonight,” he warns.
“In the morning, then,” I boldly declare.
“Deal.” He smiles at me like he’s won the lottery, making me grin back like an idiot.
Despite everything that’s happened today, despite the dangers that tomorrow will bring, I fall asleep in his arms, and I don’t wake until morning.
