Dance For Her (Intersex GxG)

Chapter 9: First Time

Content Warning: This chapter contains explicit sexual content and descriptions of consensual sexual activities. Reader discretion is advised.

The emotional turbulence of the previous night had brought Gabi and Daya even closer together. Gabi had always felt a strong connection with Daya, but now, it was tinged with an even deeper sense of intimacy and trust. As they lay together on Gabi's bed, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting warm shadows around the room, Gabi felt a stirring of desire stronger than anything she had experienced before.

Daya noticed the shift in Gabi's demeanor, the way her eyes lingered with a mixture of curiosity and desire. "Are you okay?" Daya asked gently, her voice a soothing balm.

Gabi nodded, her breath catching slightly as she turned to face Daya more fully. "I've been thinking," she began, her voice hesitant but determined. "I trust you more than anyone, Daya, and... I want you. I want to be with you, completely."

Daya's expression softened, her eyes searching Gabi's for any sign of uncertainty. "Are you sure? We don't have to rush anything."

Gabi reached out, her hand lightly touching Daya's cheek. "I'm sure. I want this. I want you."

Daya nodded slowly, her respect for Gabi's decision clear in her gentle touch. "Okay," she whispered, leaning in to kiss Gabi softly. The kiss deepened, and Gabi felt a wave of desire wash over her, her body responding with a heat and urgency she had not fully anticipated.

They moved together on the bed, their kisses becoming more fervent. Daya's hands roamed over Gabi's body with reverence, each touch a wordless expression of her love and desire. Gabi responded in kind, her own hands exploring the strong lines of Daya's back, feeling the muscles tense and relax under her touch.

As their clothes were shed, the room filled with the soft sounds of fabric sliding against skin. Daya paused, giving Gabi a questioning look, which Gabi answered by pulling her closer. Now, they were both exposed, Daya's intersex body revealed in the soft bedroom light. Gabi's gaze fell to the bulge in Daya's boxers, her curiosity piqued by the distinct outline of Daya's penis, an aspect of her lover she had not yet explored.

Daya watched Gabi carefully, ready to slow down or pause should it become too much, but Gabi's touch was curious and tender. She traced her fingers along the outline of Daya's penis over the fabric of her boxers, her touch light. Seeing no discomfort in Daya's expression, she grew bolder, her hands slipping beneath the elastic to touch Daya directly.

The contact made Daya gasp softly, her eyes fluttering closed. Gabi looked up, her fingers wrapped gently around the shaft, "Is this okay?"

"More than okay," Daya breathed out, her voice thick with arousal.

Encouraged, Gabi continued her explorations, her actions coupled with kisses and whispered affirmations of love. When she lowered Daya's boxers, Daya's erection sprung free, and Gabi paused, taking in the sight with a mixture of awe and desire.

"Beautiful," Gabi murmured, her voice filled with wonder and lust. She leaned in to kiss the tip gently, and Daya exhaled sharply, her hands finding Gabi's shoulders for support.

With Daya's guidance, Gabi explored more, learning how to touch her, what made her gasp, what made her groan. When they shifted, Daya positioning herself between Gabi's thighs, Gabi felt a momentary flash of nervousness. Daya sensed it immediately and paused, her gaze locking with Gabi's.

"We can stop anytime you want," Daya reassured, her voice gentle.

"I don't want to stop," Gabi replied, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. "I want you, Daya, all of you."

With a nod of understanding, Daya kissed her again, a kiss that sealed their mutual desire. When Daya entered her, slowly, giving Gabi time to adjust to the feeling of fullness, Gabi clung to her, her breaths shallow and quick. The discomfort was fleeting, soon replaced by a deep, pulsating pleasure that made her moan.

Daya moved with a careful, rhythmic patience, her eyes never leaving Gabi's. Gabi's hands explored Daya's back, her hips, her buttocks, pulling her closer, deepening their connection. The sensation built slowly, the world narrowing down to the room, the bed, their intertwined bodies.

As they moved together in a dance as old as time, Gabi felt herself spiraling towards something immense. Daya's hand found hers, their fingers intertwining, a physical manifestation of their emotional bond. When Gabi climaxed, it was with a cry that mingled joy and release, Daya following close behind with a low groan.

They lay together afterward, wrapped in each other's arms, the silence comfortable, filled with the echoes of their love. Gabi felt a profound connection to Daya, a deepening of their relationship that was both physical and emotional.

"I love you," Gabi whispered into the quiet room, feeling Daya's heartbeat against her own.

"I love you too," Daya replied, her voice rich with emotion. "Always."