She stood on her tiptoes and kissed me softly, teeth nipping my bottom lip as she moved away. “More of those. Maybe something else too.”
My cock hardened, my hands moving to her ass and pulling her closer to me. I heard a soft intake of breath as she felt how hard I was through both our jeans. “We only do what you want,” I whispered down to her. I had no idea of how experienced she was. I knew she’d had boyfriends, had even met a couple when they’d been round while I had been staying with Max, but none had ever stayed over.
“Let’s go upstairs.” She led me through the halls to her room, unlocking the door with fumbling fingers. We hadn’t drunk much, just two or three beers, not enough to be anywhere near drunk, but I felt like a sixteen-year-old boy, nervous and horny and desperate to touch her.
I closed the door behind us and bent down to kiss her, walking her backwards across the small room to her single bed. My tongue brushed her lips, asking for permission so I could explore her mouth; she tasted of beer and chocolate and the kiss became harder as if neither of us would ever be full from each other. We lay down on the bed, side by side, my hands under her top on her stomach and back. Her skin was soft and I my hands couldn’t stop touching it.
I was twenty; I’d slept with more women than I could count on my fingers and toes but I felt like a virgin, unsure and apprehensive. I wanted it to be right, whatever came next. She pressed against my hard dick with her hips, her hands on my ass.
“Killian,” she murmured. “Take your top off.”
Shaking with quiet laughter, I sat up and pulled my sweater over my head. Claire flicked on a bedside lamp and I realised I was being assessed. Then her hands fell onto my skin and started to trace patterns, over the couple of tattoos I had, then she sat up and put her lips onto my chest, using her tongue to make a trail.
“This isn’t fair,” I said. “I’m half naked: you’re not.”
She laughed and sat straight, pulling her top over her head, leaving her breasts covered with only a lacy push-up bra that made me want to suffocate in her cleavage. “Fuck. You’re gorgeous.” I didn’t move, just looked.
“Killian,” she said quietly. “Is this as far as you want to go?”
I managed to drag my eyes up to her. “Sorry. Sorry.” My hands went to her waist, finding the bare skin just above the top of her jeans and I kissed her again, softer now but just as demanding. I needed to be inside her, needed her underneath me, needing her shouting my name when she came.
Claire pushed me back and my eyes dropped to her hands that were undoing a clasp. The bra opened, exposing her tits, round and high and firm with large, dark nipples. My hands moved up her sides, thumbs whispering a touch on the underside of her breasts and her nipples hardened. I moved forward and kissed her again, feeling her tits against my chest. My mouth moved to her neck, sucking gently at the soft skin and travelling down to what my hands had captured, moving to suckle one nipple while my finger and thumb played with the other. I could hear her whimpering, tiny little noises that were making my balls tighten and I wondered if I was going to end up coming in my jeans.
Her hand slipped to my cock and started to rub up and down. “Claire, I won’t last if you keep doing that,” I said. She moved her other hand and began to unzip my jeans, then pushed them down.
“Take them off,” she said. “Take everything off.”
I stood off the bed, doing what she said and watching her shuck off her jeans and briefs together, leaving her bare. “Are you wet?” I said.
She nodded. “I’m soaked. Killian…”
I got back on the bed beside her, my finger drawing circles around her nipples. “What is it?”
“I’ve not slept with anyone before.”
“Do you want to with me?” I said, trying to hide the nerves in my voice. I felt like a king, that I was going to be her first, maybe her only, but at the same time I was petrified that I was going to hurt her, that I needed to make it good for her and not make it just about me.
“Yes,” she said. “I want you in me. I can’t tell you how much.”
I moved a hand down to her pussy and gently moved my finger through her heat and over her clit. She was right, she was wet - wet and warm. “I’m going to make you come first,” I said and began to stroke around her clit, my mouth going back to her nipple. I used another finger to play around her entrance, testing to see how she reacted. She bucked her hips and moaned, her hand seeking my cock
When she came, she was loud, gasping and moaning. I put my lips on hers, muffling the sound and she pulled me over her. Her eyes were huge, pupils dilated and her hips were searching for me. “I’m on the pill,” she said. “I’m good with it. Do you need a condom?”
“No. I’m clean. Claire, are you sure? This changes everything.”
“Yes, I’m sure. All it changes is that you’ll have to sneak in and out of my room.”
Afterwards, I’d wish I had planned it. I’d taken her out for a meal first, that we’d been out on dates and weren’t a secret. But we were kids and my cock was as hard as frozen metal and she was so warm and wet with her legs spread.
She lifted her head to watch as I started to enter her. I watched her intently, not wanting to hurt her. At one point she winced slightly, then relaxed and I moved further in.
“You’re so tight,” I said, trying not to lose control. “You feel so good.”
“Maybe my first time should’ve been with someone with a smaller cock,” she said, partially gasping.
“I’m sorry. I don’t want to hurt you. Can you take more? Shall I stop?”
“Don’t stop. More. Please.”
