He tackled you onto the couch. All you could do was laugh, almost hysterically.
"You really want a puppy that bad?" You giggled, smacking him playfully.
He bit your jawline gently. "Of courseeeee~"
You winced slightly, grinning. "You'll leave a bruise if you're not careful."
He looked at you, grinning mischeviously. "How do you know that's what I want?"
Before you could respond, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer, bringing those perfect lips against yours. You melted, sliding your hands into his hair. He kissed you deeper, playing with your tongue. Your heart rate sped and you panicked - you'd only been dating for two months. You weren't ready for a full physical relationship yet. You didn't even know how to do someone..
As if on cue, he sensed your nervousness and pulled back, looking at you with concern. "Hey.. I'm not going to hurt you. I won't push you."
You bit your lip. Even though he was your first, and it's only been two months, he was so caring and understanding about you. Every morning he brought you a single red rose, every night before you went to bed he managed to sneak into your house and left a single mint chocolate on your pillow. Anytime you were sick, he would cuddle you on the couch and watch goofy romance movies despite the fact he didn't like them. He would risk anything for you, and he would always find time for you.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him closer quickly. You kissed him, pushing your tongue deep into his mouth, feeling every one of his perfect teeth. He stayed there, frozen with surprise, before eventually pushing his tongue against yours. You moaned gently, and nibbled on the edge of his lip, careful not to bite too hard and leave a bruise. He pushed your neck up, and kissed down it gently. You leaned into him, hoping he couldn't notice how nervous you were.
He pulled back and looked at you. "We don't have to, if you're scared."
You shook your head, and pushed him down into the couch, straddling him. You pinned his arms above his head, and left small bites along his jawline. You knew he was loving every moment of it, his gentle moans started to fill the room.
You grinded against him. He moaned, and that sparked something in you.
He looked at you pleadingly and you shuddered with pleassure. "Don't tease.."
You cut him off, grinding again, harder. He closed his eyes in surrender and moaned again. You kissed deeply into his neck, tasting his soft sweet skin on your lips. You looked at him in shock, feeling something directly underneath you press against you. Shifting your attention downwards, you noticed a large bump from under his shorts, trying to get to you through your skirt. You blushed heavily.
He bit his lip painfully. "Please.. touch me.."
You didn't know how to do as he asked but you loved seeing him like this. You wanted to please him to the best of your ability, so you climbed off him and started fiddling with the button of his pants. Pulling them down shakily, you stayed gaping at it, unsure what to do next. His hand found yours and held onto it tightly. "I'll show you." He brought you to his member, which was sticking straight up in the air. It looked almost painful.
He wrapped his hand around it and you did the same. He moved your hand up and down, moans escaping his lips. You held onto him firmer, pumping him more, and he let go of your hand, groaning pleadingly. You grinned and leaned closer, pumping him faster. Nervously, you kissed the very tip, making him whimper in pleasure. Slowly, your tongue came out between your lips and slid over him. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, moaning lowly. He then brushed your hand away from him, pushed your jaw further open, and slid himself deep into your throat. You blushed heavily, but still sucked hard, seeing how close he was. He thrust slowly, deep in your throat, face screwed up in pleasure, quiet whimpers escaping his trembling lips. He suddenly cried out and gripped onto you tightly, and not a moment later did you feel something hot and thick slide down your throat. He panted, moaning gently, still thrusting slowly until he had ridden it out. His hands relaxed by his sides and he breathed heavily in exhaustion. You pulled off him slowly and looked up at him to ensure he was okay. You kissed those gentle lips slowly, pushing your tongue inside his mouth. He nibbled on your tongue, and pulled you closer.
"That was amazing.." He breathed into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "But it's my turn to please you now."
Without warning, he pushed you onto the floor and slid one hand under your skirt. You blushed intensely, slightly scared of what would come next. He was so gentle, though. He kissed down your neck and tugged at the hem of your lowly cut t-shirt. Slowly, with shaking arms, you pulled it off over your head, relaxing back onto the soft carpet. He grinned softly, bringing his lips to yours for another split second, before moving them to your chest. With one hand, he fiddled with the edge of your plain bra, and you blushed more. You were not heavily chested, nor did you own any sorts of special underwear. A small part of you feared he would see how simple you were and refuse to continue.
His tongue slid under your bra and you gasped - it felt better than you had ever imagined, feeling his tongue on your skin, especially there. He grinned again, and slid off your bra completely in one swift motion. You bit your lip and looked deeply into his eyes. Without moving his gaze from you, he wrapped that perfect tongue curled around your left nipple, pushing down softly. You moaned softly, closing your eyes. He sucked more on your nipple, before nibbling the very tip. You moaned louder, squirming underneath him. His hand under your skirt suddenly pushed against you through your undies. You squirmed, moaning. Looking deeply into his eyes, he massaged your right breast gently and sensually, that sinfully skilled tongue tracing circles on your left nipple, his hand pushing against you under your skirt again. He let go of your nipple, looking at you for permission. You nodded, nervous and anxious to what he would do next.
Without a moment to waste, he slipped those slender fingers past your undies, deep inside of you. You cried out, twisting. He pulled out quickly, looking at you with concern.
"Does it hurt..?"
You whimpered, closing your eyes. It did hurt in a sense, but it was so sudden. "Slower.."
He pecked your lips gently, tracing away the small tears forming in your eyes. Following your command, he went slower. He pushed his fingers in slowly, and swirled them inside you. Moan after moan fell from your mouth, and you pulled him closer roughly. You bit down his neck as he pushed his long fingers slowly in and out, feeling every inch of you. You couldn't wait any longer. Kissing him roughly, you reached for him and brought him to your entrance. He moaned in surprise, but didn't deny you. Pulling your undies aside, he pushed into you slowly.
You cried out in pleasure, feeling his throbbing length reach your core, not even hult deep yet. He moaned against you, squeezing your breasts, pushing all the way in. You gasped, moaning. Through watery eyes, you looked up at him. He bit his lip, before slowly thrusting.
The pain wasn't as bad as you were expecting it to be. It was torture at first, but as his smooth thrusts got harder and faster, more and more pleasured moans filled the room. He moved his tongue from your chest to your neck, your mouth, before finally resting it in your ear, swirling sensually with his perfectly timed thrusts. Your hands slid to his hips, gripping them tightly, pushing him in and out of you faster. He cried out, his beautiful face twisted with pleasure, biting harshly onto your lip as he reached his climax. You moaned loudly, before releasing yourself with him. Panting, he stayed like that, pressed onto your small body. You moaned gently as he pulled out. Those deep brown eyes looked into yours, his hands traced down your sides slowly.
"You're tighter than I can ever make my hand."
And with that, he pulled you onto the sofa spreading your legs as far as they could go. It was time for round two, and your eyes could not pull away from the sight of that tongue reaching past his lips, sucking sweetly on yours.
