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Weston Koury

It was a make-out session, nothing more, or so you thought. I mean, it's not like you two hadn't done that before. There were a lot of times where you two would be on the couch and Weston would end up kissing up and down your neck before kissing your lips. That would lead to a good 30 to 45 minutes of lying there on the couch, kissing and biting. But it never went past that. Maybe a little bit of hair pulling, but that was it, nothing else. Tonight felt different though. First of all, the two of you had decided to watch a movie in you room, on your bed, since it was cozier than the couch. Secondly, Weston was way more handsy tonight. He kept rubbing up and down your sides and back, hesitating near your chest, which you didn't mind. He was your boyfriend after all. After a particularly hard bite on your neck, you pulled away a bit to look at Weston. His eyes looked a little different. "Babe?" You asked quietly. "Ah, I'm sorry Y/N. I just...I'm sorry. Did I make you uncomfortable?" You hesitated. Honestly, you liked when he bit your neck, but he was getting turned on, you could tell, and so were you. That terrified you. "No! No I...I liked it but...I'm just nervous that's all." He smiled softly at you, reaching up and brushing your hair out of your face carefully. "I see. It's okay, we don't have to do anything. I just want you to be comfortable, babe." You bit your lip at his response, not realizing what an effect you had on him. He let out a groan. "Are you ok?" "Yeah. It's just you look really sexy when you bite your lip like that." Your eyes widened. You hadn't expected that response. "I'm sorry, did you not want to hear that?"
"No. I'm glad you find me sexy. I mean I-I-i-I." You're nerves got the better of you and you started to stutter, quickly planting your face in your hands. Weston chuckled, pulling you into his chest. "Yeah, I find you really sexy. So sexy it's hard to control myself sometimes. But I promised you that we would move at your pace, and if you don't want to do anything besides make out, that's fine. We'll move forward when you're ready." He started petting your hair just like you liked with you still trapped against his chest. You stayed quiet for a minute, thinking. Weston was so good with you. So patient. You didn't deserve it honestly. With him you felt safe, and you were sure you loved him. Maybe it would be ok? He would take care of you, right? "Weston?" "Hm?" He looked down at you. "What's up?" "Um...this is kind of embarrassing...Um...I think I'd...I think I'd like to...try." Your voice got really small on 'try.' Weston was quiet for a second before pulling you back slightly to look at your face. You were too nervous to meet his eyes. "Y/N, look at me please." You looked up at him. He was searching your face for something. "You don't have to force yourself to do anything you don't want to. You're pace. Do you really want to do this?" His hands were rubbing your arms soothingly. You smiled at him, pecking his nose. "Yes. I love you and I trust you. You'll stop if I ask you to?" "Of course. It's only good if we're both happy. If you want to stop, we'll stop." You licked your lips and nodded again. "Then...Let's do it. I want to." You kissed his lips again and Weston groaned against you. He slowly rolled the two of you over so that he was hovering of you, lips still locked together. You weren't really sure what to do with your hands so you let them lay there on the bed, until Weston grabbed one of them and put them on his chest. You could feel the definition of his body through the material of his shirt. He broke the kiss long enough to say a few things to you. "Go ahead and touch me babe. It's okay. Touch where ever you want." He smiled down at you as you started to feel his body, running your hands up and down his chest and over his back. He resumed kissing you, quickly moving to your neck as his hand moved down to the hem of your shirt, his hand quickly slipping under it. You shivered at the contact. You decided to reciprocate, moving your own hands under his shirt. You could feel his muscles contracting under your touch. It felt nice. "Babe, can I take your shirt off?" "Yes." He sat up off of you, running his hands under your shirt to pull it off. You had totally forgotten you had taken your bra off earlier until the cold air hit your nipples. You gasped and crossed your arms over your chest quickly. Weston looked at you confused. "Are you okay?" "I forgot...I wasn't wearing a bra..." you mumbled. Weston giggled, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. "It's ok babe. You're gorgeous. Can I see you?" He rubbed down your shoulders and arms. You hesitated before slowly dropping your arms to your lap. You watched his eyes graze down your body. " Y/N, you're so beautiful. You don't ever need to hide from me, ok?" You nodded. "Now how about we make this fair?" He grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head. Sure you had seen him shirtless loads of times, but this felt different. You looked down a little further to see the bulge in his jeans. It looked uncomfortable. "Does that bother you?" "What?" You gestured to his pants and he chuckled. "It's a little uncomfortable, yeah. It's tight." "Ah....Um...you can take them off." "You sure?" "Yes." He nodded, standing up to quickly remove his jeans before getting back on the bed and laying you back down. His hands began traveling over your stomach and side, moving up to your breast before running over them gently. Everything about what Weston did to you was gentle, from the kisses to the caresses. It felt wonderful. It felt safe. You decided to be bolder and grabbed one of his hands, leading it to your waist line of your shorts. "Off?" He asked between kisses, to which you nodded. His hand slipped into the waistband and pulled them down slowly before tossing them into the bedroom somewhere. His hand lazily made its way back up your leg, ghosting over your underwear which caused you to let out a small moan. He groaned. "I love that sound," he said against your lips. "I want to hear more. Can I take your underwear off?" You looked up into his eye. They were so full of love and comfort that you nodded. This would be okay. He slowly drug your panties down and you helped kick them off. After they were off, he sat back to look at you. You felt so vulnerable that you started to curl up. "It's ok, baby. You're so beautiful, you don't need to hide, like I said before." You relaxed a bit. "Are you ok? Do you still want to do this?" You nodded. "Yeah, I do. I really trust you Weston. I love you." He smiled. "I love you too, baby. I'm gonna join you now." He laughed a bit, pulling down his boxers. You were nervous, yeah. You were more nervous now than you had ever been, but you trusted Weston entirely. You had a hard time looking at his member though, but from the glances you did take, he was big, and you were even more scared now. You were jarred from your thoughts when you felt his hands rubbing your thighs, working their way towards your center. "Tell me if you want me to stop." His hand brushed up against your core and you jumped a bit, letting out a moan. He took that as encouragement to continue, rubbing up against you harder. "I'm going to make you feel good, let me know if it hurts." With that, he pressed a finger into you and you let out your loudest moan so far. "Wessston!" He laughed, coming back up to kiss you as his finger rubbed in and out of you. Soon after he added a second finger. It was a little bit uncomfortable, but it soon gave way to pleasure again. By this time you were consistently moaning into his mouth. When he added a third finger, you started to feel a bit of pain from the stretch. You broke the kiss and gritted your teeth. "Weston...It hurts." "Does it hurt a lot? Do you need me to stop?" His hand stopped moving. You shook your head rapidly. "It's just...a stretch." "I know. You're a virgin, so I want to make sure you're prepared before I do anything, or else it will hurt a lot." You nodded and he began moving his fingers again. Not long after, you were moaning again, your hips bucking up against his hand. As a knot began to form in your stomach, he pulled his fingers out of you. "I think you're ready, babe. Are you?" You looked up at him, breathing a bit heavily from the pleasure. "Yes. Let's do it." He smiled, reaching over to the bedside table and pulling out a condom. He rolled it on quickly before lining himself up with you. He grabbed one of your hands and moved it up by your head, lacing his fingers with your and squeezing it gently as he began to push into you. His groan reverberated through you. He felt even bigger than he looked, and you bit your lip to keep from crying out. He knew better than to stop before he was seated inside you, else it would hurt more. Once his was fully inside you, he froze, waiting on you. "Are you ok, Y/N?" You were squeezing his hand hard, trying to keep from letting out a cry. The feeling of being stretched was enormous. "Y-yes. It's just a stretch." "I'll start moving when you're ready, and not a minute before." You took a few more deep breaths. When the pain started to subside, you looked up at him, his loving gaze staring back at you. You smiled up at him and nodded. Taking your cue, he began with shallow thrusts. Your eyes closed again and you groaned, laying your head back on the pillow. After a short amount of time, Weston sped up, increasing the length of his thrusts. His lips left yours and he bit his lip. "Y/N, you feel amazing," he moaned, speeding up even more. You gasped and began to meet his thrusts. The sounds of skin slapping skin and your moans were the only sounds to be heard in the house, and it sounded amazing. "Weston!" A knot was forming in your stomach again. "W-Weston I...I'm close babe." You managed to gasp out. "Me. Too." He shifted his position a bit and hit a spot inside you that had you seeing stars. A couple more thrusts and you unraveled around him. "WESTON!!" He groaned at the feeling of your tightening around him and it didn't take long form him to join you. "Y/N!" His thrusts slowed down as you two rode out your orgasms. When he was down from his high, he pulled out of you and got up to toss the condom before coming back over to you and taking you in his arms. You were still breathing had. "How was that? Are you okay?" You nodded, snuggling up against him. "That was amazing. I love you Weston." "I love you too, Y/N. So much." It didn't take you long to doze off in his arms, happier than you had been in a long time..