Info - angst, frustrated reader, oral/fingering (female receiving), virgin reader, big dick, using lube, unprotected sex, a bit of praise kink
"Just give it up," I said, the feeling of sadness overwhelming me.
After a hard month of a difficult work environment and Timothée being gone often, I wanted to feel in control of something. My boyfriend suggest I pick the day we have sex for the first time.
We'd talked about it extensively over text. He would be my first and though many people had told me otherwise, I expected it to be magical. Timothée had promised he would make it as lovely as possible.
Now I felt like shit I lay in my own sweat and rose petals. I was hot and my hair was everywhere. It had started romantic until I'd cried out in pain Timothée had started to push in. It didn't matter how many angles we tried. We were both grunting and frustrated.
He had offered to finger me or eat me out. We'd already done that and I wanted something new. I wanted one, just one of my plans to come through correctly. I didn't want to feel like a failure in every aspect of life.
"Don't bother, it's just too big," I sniffled. Suddenly, I was crying. I covered my overheated cheeks as the tears flowed. I tried to stop desperately but it just made my eyes well even more.
"Hey, no, baby," Timothée said with concern lacing his tone.
"I just wanted one fucking thing to go right this month," I snapped. I wasn't angry with him, just the situation.
"Mon amour," his voice was nearly a whisper that cracked with emotion. I heard a gulp from him and he laid his head on my chest. My hand automatically went to his hair. I made myself breathe more slowly.
"I thought, 'well maybe even if my boyfriend is gone most of the time, I can at least give him some bomb pussy when he's around'."
"Oh baby," he said mournfully. He pressed a chaste kiss to my exposed nipple. I shivered a bit.
"Look, I don't want to force you, but I bet I can loosen you up a bit, and I've got lube," he offered in a small voice.
"I want it," I nodded.
"I know you'd imagine we'd get right into it, but you just need some prep baby, that's expected. Don't you dare worry about it, I've got you," Timothée was smiling as he nearly blabbered.
"I want to make it good for you," I said as I squeezed the last tears out.
"Honey, just let me take care of you. It is your first time. You've been going through hell. Let me help you," he whispered.
I let him maneuver me. He gently spread my legs and kissed my inner thighs. His deft thumbs rolled circles on my nipples. I was already arching and relaxing. I was used to this, I didn't feel a need to make it explosive because it was good every time.
"Yesssss, yes," I gasped breathily. Timothée tongued at my clit for a bit before covering his fingers in the warming lube.
"Oh!" I jolted, my legs nearly closing as I felt the slick and tingling lube.
"It's okay, it's okay," Timmy calmed me like a scared animal. I closed my eyes so I could relax again. His lips kissed up my stomach. He was leaving kitten licks and pecks. My breathing was getting to that familiar pant he made me do.
He nibbled at the place on my neck that made me crazy. My walls squeezed his long fingers. I let out a wanton whimper. My hands were all over him. Finally, his lips touched mine. I dove into the kiss.
I was pressing myself against him as much as I could. Somehow he was putting all of himself into this. I felt the warmth of his love and satisfaction with me. I could have cried. I'd been so lovely and anxious lately. He was making me completely melt.
He was kissing me with such adoration I hardly noticed when his hand changed over to his cock. He was milking the lube onto himself. I was shuddering at sounds of wetness.
"Want to try again?" He asked in a voice low and rumbling with need.
"Yes," I gasped.
To my surprise he slowly, but surely, was sliding inside me. It still pinched a little but he seemed to adjust himself every so often so I wasn't in so much pain. Finally, I felt his balls bump gently against me and I knew he'd bottomed out.
"You did it princess," he breathed the praise. I couldn't believe how wide I was smiling, in fact I was giggling. Timothée pressed his forehead against mine. He began to pump ever so slowly.
"Yes, yes, fuck yes," I heaved in whispers of desperation and love.
"You feel so good. You feel like heaven," he moaned. I loved the ways his brows furrowed in absolute pleasure.
"Fuck babbbbby," I whined. I wrapped one leg around his waist and thrust upwards.
"Uh, uh, uh, uh," Timothée grunted as he plunged inside me.
"So glad I could take your cock, so fucking happy I have this," I groaned and threw my head back in bliss.
"My love, my girl," he exclaimed and then he was all over my neck. He kissed and bit, giving me marks all over. I wanted to be littered with them. I wanted everyone to know who I belonged to. On those lonely nights when I felt like I could do anything right, I'd caress these bruises and remember this night.
"My cock belongs to you, my body, my heart, my soul," he promised. His thrusts became faster as he fucked me. His hips snapped as he buried his face in my neck. He was mumbling praises and love into my ear.
"Gonna come," I whispered.
"Let go on my dick for the first time," he practically begged.
"Yes, oh fuck, my love, I'm fucking coming!" I cried out and arched against him. I felt my whole body tighten and then delicious release. I saw stars as every part of me exploded with intimate exhilaration.
Wetness and his own release mixed together. He was kissing me over and over as if it were all he knew. He had orgasmed as well, filling me with his gratification.
We were laughing now, all the stress falling away. It was sweet breathy kisses and whispered thanks to one another. It was like we were afraid to break the golden moment and the dreamy haze that surrounded us.
"Thank you my love. If you need it, I'll carry you around tomorrow you will likely be sore," he explained. He took my hand in his as he began to pull out.
"Cocky bastard," I teased in a tight voice.
"I'm so happy I got to do that with you, so you can call me whatever you like," he told me as he got the cloth to clean me and him up.
