The First Time

A Night To Remember

I sensed him approaching me from behind, and a second later, his hands wound around my waist. I could hardly breathe, and I tensed to retreat into safer surrounds. He turned me around and looked into my eyes. I was very turned on, but I needed some liquid courage to help me lose the last of my nerves. As he bent his head to kiss me, I put my hands on his chest to keep him there.

I asked him if he'd mind terribly if I could have a drink first. "One drink," he said with unconcealed desire in his voice, "I want you conscious for what's going to come next." He went to the mini bar and poured me a shot of vodka, my drink of choice. He came over and handed it to me, and I downed it in one go. He then took the shot glass from me, placed it on the coffee table, took my hand and led me inside the bedroom.

The bedroom was relatively small, but a huge four-poster king-sized bed dominated the room, and that instantly captured my attention. Soft moonlight poured in from the floor to ceiling windows that illuminated the room. He came inside, turned me around to face him with his hands secured around my waist, bent his head and kissed me, HARD! It seemed like all the pent-up desire of the past 2 hours and more had proved too much for him, as it had for me. I slipped my hands up his chest and wound them around his neck and into his hair. He tasted of the wine he'd drank during dinner - bold, addictive and totally delicious.

His hands were caressing me all over my back, and suddenly, his hands slipped past my waist to the curve of my hips, and he molded me to him so that we were chest to breasts and thighs to thighs. I could feel his erection straining against his jeans and riding high against my belly. I was so aroused that if it weren't for his arms holding me securely, my knees would've buckled. We continued to kiss for quite some time, our mouths melding and our tongues clashing wildly. I was so hot that I thought I would combust at any moment. 

I quickly moved my hands between us and tried to open the buttons of his shirt, but they refused to cooperate. In my frustration, I pulled the two halves of his shirt apart so that the buttons fell all over the floor. He didn't seem to mind but seemed vaguely amused by my impatience.

I greedily put my hands on his exposed chest and started to explore. He reached back at the top of my dress and pulled the zipper down that was holding the dress together. Once the zipper was all the way down, he released me and the dress fell and pooled around my legs. He stepped back without taking his hands off me. I was not wearing a bra because the strapless dress did not permit wearing one. I stood there in my lace panties breathing loudly with my breasts rising and falling rapidly. His eyes seemed to have gotten darker with desire, and he said, "You're so desirable, it fucking hurts to look at you." He then picked me up in his arms and laid me down on the bed.

When he just stood there at the foot of the bed looking down at me, I raised my arms to him in welcome. He quickly sat at the edge of the bed, kicked off his shoes and dispensed with the rest of his clothes while I swiftly took off the last item of clothing I was wearing until I was lying there on the satin sheets totally naked for his eyes. I hungrily drank in the sight of him naked, and he seemed to do the same. He was glorious. I bit my lower lip, and his control snapped. He put one knee on the bed and lowered himself on to me. On the first contact between his chest and my breasts, I gasped and shivered. He stood above me with his elbows on either side of my face and with one hand, caressed my cheek. He then bent his head and kissed me while his hands roamed freely across my body as if he owned it. When he touched my breasts, the lightest of caresses, I gasped, and he drank the sound from my lips. My hands roamed across his back and down to his hips. I caressed him there, and he groaned.

Encouraged, I moved my hands in between our bodies and touched his aching erection. He broke the kiss on a groan and said, "I won't last too long if you keep doing that." I held him more tightly in the palm of my hand and moved my hand up and down his erection and then moved my thumb at the top in a circular motion. This elicited another groan from him. He moved his head down my neck and kissed first one breast, then the other. Then, he took one nipple in his mouth and suckled hard while his other hand pinched and rolled its twin. I cried out in pleasure and moaned loudly. His hands slipped past my waist, and he touched me between my thighs where I was wet and aching to be explored. He circled his finger inside me around the nub and then pressed his thumb on the swollen nub. I cried out loudly, and my hips rose to get some much-needed friction against his fingers. But he slid them out of me. I cried in frustration, and he chuckled and said, "Someone's getting greedy." I narrowed my eyes at him and suddenly rolled him around so that he was now lying beneath me.

"We'll see who's greedy now," I said in the most sultry voice I could manage. I sat straddling him and moved my crotch over his erection. He hissed at the first contact, and when I did it a second time, he held my waist tightly in warning. I bent my head and kissed him and then moved to kiss him down his neck. I could sense his impatience to be inside me, and as much as I wanted the same, I wanted to please him too. I then moved my lips close to his ear and whispered, "I'm gonna kiss you all over."

He sucked in a breath at my words, and I started my journey from his neck to his chest. I moved down his chest leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses and when I reached his abdomen, he tensed with expectation. I moved my hands up his thighs and palmed him with both my hands and then squeezed hard. His hips bucked upwards, and he groaned. I put my lips around the head of his erection and suckled lightly. I took him as far in my mouth as I could until I felt him at the back of my throat. I moved my head up and down his length and from the sounds of pleasure emanating from above me, he seemed to be enjoying my ministrations. He tightly clutched my hair and moved my head down his erection while his hips rose in time with my mouth. His erection seemed to be bulging in my mouth, and I knew he was going to cum any minute now.

Suddenly, he pulled me up from him and rolled around and without warning, thrust himself inside me. I cried out at his sudden powerful penetration and lost what little breath I had left. He bent his head and kissed me hard. I wound my arms around his back and kissed him back with equal fervor. I knew my lips would be bruised after tonight but was beyond caring. I wound my legs around his hips as he continued his powerful thrusts inside my body. I angled my hips to take him deeper and tightening my scalding sheath; I clasped him even more tightly in the most intimate way possible. That last made him catch his breath.

The tempo of our dance increased until I was writhing beneath him, my body wantonly begging, eloquently urging him on. I brought one of my hands on his cheek, laid it against his jaw and then kissed him, lips and tongue combining to convey a ferociously blatant demand. And then, we were suddenly whirling in heat and flames, writhing together, wrestling in sensuous abandon, striving, pressing, wanting, clinging, gasping as together, we ascended the peak. We flung ourselves over the edge. He sent me winging with one last thrust; I clung, my climax dragging him with me. He groaned loudly and emptied himself deep inside me.

He fell on top of me, pinning me into the bed. I wound my arms around his back, holding him tightly, not wanting to let go. We were both sweating and breathing hard. After a few minutes, he rolled with me in his arms so that I landed atop him with my head on his chest and our legs tangling in the rumpled sheets.

When sanity returned, and our breathing slowed, I looked up from his chest, blushed and said, "We should do that again." He laughed loudly, his chest vibrating with the force of his mirth, rolled me around, pinned my hands at the top of my head and said, "Gladly, Sierra!"