bloodline imagines/prefs

First time

The first stars of the night peeked out from behind the horizon as I stood there, hands trembling slightly as I undid the buttons of my jeans. It was a cool spring evening, the air crisp and clean, and the sound of crickets filled my ears. I closed my eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath and trying to calm the butterflies in my stomach. This was it. Tonight, I was going to give myself to Roman. Not just physically, but emotionally and mentally as well.

When I felt him step closer, his warm breath brushing against my neck, I opened my eyes and looked up at him. His face was illuminated by the soft light of a nearby streetlamp, and his eyes were full of tenderness and love. He reached down, slowly unzipped my jeans, and then took a step back to gaze at me.

My heart pounded in my chest as he undid my panties, revealing my pale, smooth skin. He took a deep breath, inhaling my scent, and then his fingers found their way to my center. I gasped as he touched me for the first time, his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. He was so gentle, so patient, his fingers moving expertly, teasing and exploring.

I felt so safe with him, so completely and utterly loved. His kisses traveled up my neck, over my jaw, and to my lips, where they lingered for what seemed like an eternity. When he finally pulled back, his eyes were filled with awe, and I knew he was taking in every detail of this moment, savoring it as much as I was.

He positioned himself between my legs, his body heat enveloping me, and I arched my back instinctively, welcoming him closer. He hesitated for a moment, as if waiting for some sort of permission, before guiding his erection to my entrance. I gripped his shoulders tightly, bracing myself for the inevitable pain, but it never came. He was so gentle, so careful, that it felt more like a caress than anything else.

With each inch he pushed inside of me, I let out a soft moan, feeling the stretch and the fullness of him. He was so big, so strong, and yet his touch was so gentle. He looked down at me, his eyes full of love and concern, and I could see the fear in them, the fear of hurting me. But I knew he wouldn't. I trusted him with my body, with my heart, and with my virginity.

He began to move, slowly at first, his rhythm steady and sure. I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling the muscles in his back ripple beneath my fingertips as he held himself up above me. His lips found mine again, his tongue dancing with mine, and I could feel the wetness between my legs intensify with every thrust.

I moaned into his mouth, arching my back as pleasure coursed through my body. He felt so good, so right, and I knew that I had chosen the right person to share this moment with. As he moved inside of me, I could feel every inch of him, every touch, every breath. It was like my body was alive with sensation, every nerve ending tingling and alive.

He kissed me deeply, his tongue dancing with mine, and I could feel the connection between us growing stronger with every passing second. His movements became more urgent, more desperate, and I knew that he was getting closer. Closer to the release that he so badly wanted, but he never lost focus on me, never lost sight of the fact that this was my first time.

As the pleasure built within me, I arched my back further, my nails digging into his shoulders as I tried to hold on to this feeling, this moment. I could feel the tension building inside of me, the anticipation of what was to come, and then it hit me, a wave of pleasure so intense it almost brought me to tears. My body tensed, my muscles clenching around him as I let out a long, shuddering moan.

Roman followed me over the edge, his body tensing, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he found his release. His grip on me tightened, his lips finding my neck, my earlobe, my cheek as he tried to regain control. I felt his warm seed spill inside of me, filling the space between us, and in that moment, I knew that I was his.

He collapsed on top of me, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his weight pressing me into the mattress. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close, feeling the heat of his skin against my own. The air was thick with the scent of our sweat and sex, and it filled my lungs, making me feel alive in a way I never had before.

Roman moved to lie beside me, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at me. His eyes were still filled with wonder and love, and it took everything in me not to melt into a puddle at his feet. "Are you okay?" he asked softly, brushing a strand of hair away from my face.

I nodded, feeling a blush creep up my neck. "Yeah, I'm good." It was the understatement of the century, but I didn't know what else to say. I mean, how do you describe the feeling of being completely and utterly loved by another person? How do you put into words the way your heart feels like it's expanded to fit inside their chest?

Roman smiled down at me, his thumb tracing lazy circles on my cheek. "You were so beautiful, Y/n. So perfect baby. I could never forget this moment." His voice was husky, filled with emotion. "I love you, you know that?"

I felt a lump form in my throat as I looked up at him, my eyes shining with tears. "I love you too," I whispered. "More than anything."

He leaned down, his lips brushing against mine in the softest of kisses. "I know," he murmured. "And I'm here for you, always. You don't have to be strong all the time, you know. You can lean on me, and I'll be your rock."

His words made me feel safe and loved, and a tiny smile curved my lips. "Thanks," I breathed, wrapping my arms around him. He held me close, his body warm against mine, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over me.

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