The First Time - Spiderchelle

Chapter 2

Her laughter made him smile as he quickly found the condoms before returning to the room, chucking them on the bedside table.

He stood over the bed, not entirely sure how to get things back into the mood. As if reading his mind, she whispered,

"Want to close the door and turn off the lights?"

"Right," he nodded furiously as he did just that. "Good idea."

The only source of light in the room came from the busy city outside of the window. He could see her perfectly because of his Spidey senses, but the light was enough to illuminate just the right amount of the room for proper mood effect. Following Michelle's lead, he climbed under the cover of his bed with her, laying facing her as she did the same.

"I'm nervous," she murmured as they watched each other softly. "For this next part."

"We don't have to do it," he kissed her nose, genuinely meaning it. "We can take this as slowly or as quickly as you, we, want."

"I want to," she shook her head. "I'm just... nervous. I've never done this before."

"Me neither," he reminded her.

"Obviously," she grinned and he laughed as he kissed the corner of her mouth. Her soft sigh had him pulling her closer.

"Just tell me if you want to stop," he reminded her, rolling her below as he climbed on top. She nodded in response, eyes tightly shut.

His lips ghosted her chest again, gliding over her nipples and down the centre of her chest. He kissed softly down towards her navel, trying to stop the shaking in his hands as he reached the waistband of her jeans.

"Do you want to take them off or do you want me to?" he whispered into the darkness as her fingers reached down to touch his hair.

"You can," she replied, breathy. "But.. just that. For now."

He pressed a kiss to her hip in confirmation before sitting up to unbutton her jeans. It took a few minutes because his hands wouldn't stop shaking and he couldn't stop thinking about how he was about to see her naked for the first time. Eventually, he succeeded and tugged them down her body, her matching underwear following not long after.

His gaze ran over her now naked form, the lump in his throat growing as he was finding it harder and harder to breathe like a normal human.

"Beautiful," was all he could manage before leaning back over to kiss her.

They kissed like this for a while, her naked form pressed up against his fingers and hungry mouths exploring each other. It was Michelle that pulled back first.

"Rollover," she whispered and he was more than willing to comply.

Having Michelle on top of him was nearly the end of this whole experience. Straight out from a dream, she looked like a goddess as she sat above him, running her eyes and fingers across his chest. Her own was rising and falling and her hair lay over one of her shoulders.

"May I?" she asked and tugged in the waistband of his jeans and he nodded rapidly, trying to keep his heartbeat at a somewhat survivable rate.

He couldn't keep the groan from tearing out of his throat as he sprang free from his jeans and jocks as Michelle pulled them down. The relief from no longer being confined was like a splash of cold water, mind telling him, alright man, you can do this. You need to make this good for her. He was determined to last as long as he needed for her.

After tossing his clothes across the room, he watched her eyes rove over his naked form, the same way he did to her. He felt incredibly awkward and embarrassed. It was one thing to have her know that he was almost always turned on during their make-out sessions, but another to have her see it.