She smiled like she was flattered rather than making me feel like a dumbass. She felt safe, like I could say anything and she wouldn’t judge me.
“Do you have a position in mind?” she asked, tugging me towards the bed while I was still putting the condom on. “I could get on top if you want…”
As hot as that sounded, I felt an intense need to be the one in control, the one thrusting into her.
“Lie back,” I said roughly, hoping I didn’t sound like a jackass, but I was starting to get worried I was gonna come before we even got to the sex.
The sight of her lying back with her legs spread for me, pretty pussy glistening invitingly, almost killed me. I gritted my teeth and knelt between her legs, notching my cock at her opening.
Don’t embarrass yourself now, man.
I used my other hand to rub her clit, wanting this to feel good for her too, but she wove her fingers into mine and pulled my hand away, resting it so I was leaning on the mattress with her fingers still laced into mine.
“Let this be about you,” she said.
I nodded and rocked my hips forward tentatively, feeling the warm tightness of her surround me. She watched my face and opened herself to me, meeting my hips to take more. I didn’t know her at all and yet she was the only person I would ever experience this with for the first time.
I pulled out a little and thrust back in, groaning at the feel of her. It was the tiny gasp she let out each time I thrust that almost made me lose it.
When someone sucked my cock, it felt good, but I wasn’t really the one in control. They set the pace and controlled the sensations. If it wasn’t fast enough or deep enough or hard enough, I had limited ability to take what I wanted.
This? This was bliss.
I’d always fought the urge inside me to take more from my partner, to push them because I thought it meant there was something wrong with me, but the more I took what I wanted from Helen, the more she responded, wrapping her legs around my hips and thrusting back harder.
She was spread open for me like an offering, taking me into her body willingly. Letting me roughly thrust my way into her. No, not just letting. She was coaxing me with her eyes and her body, moaning softly.
I panted, “It feels good? You aren’t pretending? You should tell me if I can do it better.”
She laughed and pulled my head down for a kiss, nipping my bottom lip with her teeth. “It feels way too good. But it’s only your first try. It’ll only get better from here.”
She met me thrust for thrust, throwing off a wild, frenzied energy. “The real question…” she breathed, “Does it feel good for you?”
She was asking, but I could see in her face that she knew the answer.
I rocked my hips into her harder, still holding one of her hands pinned to the mattress. I thrust harder and faster, then came hard, feeling like she lifted years of tension and expectation from my shoulders in seconds.
I got off her immediately, unsure what the protocol was after sex. In the bathroom, I disposed of the condom and cleaned myself up, then brought her a damp washcloth, not knowing whether it was needed, but feeling like I should do something to take care of her.
She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek when she took it and then disappeared into the bathroom for a few minutes.
I’m not a virgin anymore.
Did I feel different?
I was so worried about whether she was going to leave immediately that I couldn’t even focus on the sex. I wanted to talk to her, to know something about the woman I was never going to forget because she’d been my first.
I flopped down onto the bed just before she emerged from the bathroom door and looked at me uncertainly. “You’ve got me booked for another few hours. Would you prefer I go or do you want me to hang out for a bit?”
Maybe I was a selfish bastard for wanting her to stay, but I said, “Stay,” and patted the mattress.
Her face lit with warmth. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
She wrapped her naked body across mine and it felt right, too comfortable given that she was basically a stranger even if I’d just had sex with her.
We lay there in relaxed silence for a few minutes as she ran her fingers over my chest in slow, swirling movements.
“May I ask you a question that you have no obligation to answer?” she said.
