As if he could read my mind, Gavin whispered, “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
A slow teasing smile lifted my mouth. “Oh… I want to.”
I stood, frozen like a statue as I took in the scene. I bit my lip. “I love that teddy.” It was tasteful; sheer white fabric, a pretty flowing skirt, a lace bustier top, thin spaghetti straps. “Shall I try it on?”
He was biting at his bottom lip, clearly not trying to hide his arousal. “Hell, yes,” he hollered. “I’ll leave you to it,” he added in a whisper, eyes dark. “I want to be surprised.”
He closed the door softly, and my heart shifted into overdrive. I peeled the teddy off the bed, and explored its soft fabric. There were matching lace panties and I was turned on by the sight of them, by the thought of wearing the teddy for Gavin, of arousing him, of making him hard. I quickly slipped off my jeans and sweater, socks, and black undies and bra. My body was restless and impatient. I desperately wanted to be touched. I slid a hand over my breast, reveling in the feel of my erect nipple on the pads of my fingers. Soon it would be his hands.
I slipped on the sheer panties and teddy. The fit was just about perfect, just a little snug. I studied my reflection in the mirror above the dresser. In the candlelight, I looked pretty… innocent and curious. I tousled my hair and turned to the door. My heart was beating a mile a minute when I slowly opened the door and called out, “I’m ready.”
Gavin was by my side in a flash. He stood over me, studying every detail with awe. His eyes were dark, his lips parted. The hungry look in his eyes aroused me even more. I craved him as much as he craved me.
“You look amazing,” he said softly. “Even prettier than I imagined.” He closed the distance between us, wrapped a large arm around my waist, drawing me closer. I completely surrendered to him in that moment. I was his. He pressed his hot mouth on my shoulder and licked a slow line along my neck. “You always taste amazing.”
I moaned out loud, at a loss for words. My hands traveled down his chest and explored. His flannel plaid button shirt was soft but it needed to go. I popped open the snap buttons.
“I’m going to make you feel so good, Abigail,” he promised. “I’m going to feast on you.”
My whole core heated at his words. I was on fire. I pulled off his shirt, but he was still wearing a t-shirt. So many layers.
He hands softly explored the curves of my body. He was taking his sweet time, driving me wild. “I can touch now,” he breathed. “You’re eighteen and we’re both adults.”
“Yes… we are,” I whispered.
“I’m going to take this very slow, baby.” His breathing was labored. He was struggling to rein himself in. “First times should always be slow.” I appreciated his restraint. I wanted it slow and he knew that.
My touch headed south. I wanted to feel, to see his arousal for me. He groaned at my touch, his thick jeans still a barrier. He became agitated under my touch, more aggressive. He squeezed my breast and nipped at my jaw. Surprisingly, I loved it. I whimpered and shuttered under his touch. “More,” I begged.
He bit my neck softly. “Like this?”
“Yes.”
His mouth travelled down my neck to my breast. “You are so sweet… I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Hurt me… just a little.”
He glided a finger along the laced edge of my teddy bustier, teasing. I moaned, communicating my pleasure, edging him on. He slid a finger in and freed my breast. I felt suddenly exposed, but I wanted to be. I wanted to be completely naked for him, vulnerable and available. I was his.
His hot tongue swirled around my nipple, teasing. My lower belly tightened with desire. My core heated. “Gavin, stop teasing,” I begged.
Those three words completely undid him. He pressed me against the wall, raked a hand in my hair and pulled at it. I loved it. He had been very gentle and slow up to then, and this urgency was such a turn-on. He tore at my panties. I hooked a finger in the band, and helped him along. I was as eager as he was. We were still standing, and I wondered if we’d ever make it to the bed. He kneeled to the floor as he pulled my panties down. He slithered his tongue up my leg as he made his way back up.
I fiddled with the fly of his pants, all thumbs. He took over and guided me as I explored, and reached under the fabric of his boxers. He whimpered and stiffened at my touch. I studied him, curious… and scared. He would be inside me soon, and he was so… big. My pulse quickened at the thought.
“We don’t need to go all the way if you’re not ready,” he whispered, as if he could read my thoughts. I knew he would understand if I wasn’t. My head was hesitant but my body was of another mind. It just wanted to be touched and explored.
He pulled me to the bed, and sat on the edge. I straddled him, feeling his warm arousal against my bare pussy. He felt so good, I couldn’t sit still. I slid myself against him over and over again. Our labored breaths filled the small room.
“How does that feel?” he whispered against my ear.
“Amazing.”
“Don’t stop,” he begged. “I want to hear you come.”
I closed my eyes, and surrendered to the sensation. I pressed my lips against his, and kissed him as I climbed to my climax. As I came closer, our kiss was abandoned.
His dark eyes were lost in mine. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered as I finally reached the edge, as pure pleasure hit me in waves, like never before.
