Jonas Brothers Imagines/Preferences

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It was her first time. He promised he would be gentle, and if at any moment she wanted to stop, he would. He loved her. He didn't want her to be uncomfortable in any way.

"I love you." He said, bumping foreheads with her and watching her look back at him.

She bit her lip.

"I'm nervous." She admitted.

He could see her skin rise with tiny goosebumps. He took her arm and kissed them softly, trying to calm her down.

"We don't have to." He reminded her. "We can always just play a regular board game, and you can let me sing Happy Birthday to you as you drift to sleep in my arms." He smiled. God, that smile shook her knees and made her feel wild.

"No." She said abruptly. "No, I want to."

He pursed his lips in thought, and took his sweet time to say anything else.

"Okay." He finally said, a warm smile on his cheeks.

"Okay." She agreed.

It started with him laying her down on the carpet floor. The fire was burning red embers, and she could feel its heat kiss her cheek. Being so close to that kind of element excited her. She looked back at Nick, who was standing, his legs placed on either side of hers. He had this intense gaze about him, a gaze that belonged to something wild being unleashed. The bright fire reflected in his eyes, and she had to catch her breath.

His shirt soon came off, and he stood there silently, almost as if watching his prey, letting her squirm a bit before the attack.

She observed his abs, the way they curved in, the way they gleamed by the fireside. She traced his happy trail with her eyes, stopping only when it disappeared behind the safe cover of his pants.

With one quick tug, he ripped off his belt, holding it over her legs, making sure it touched her skin teasingly.

She felt her heart race, her fingers unknowingly sliding her dress up by her thigh.

He pulled down his boxers and pants in one clean movement, and like the fire, her emotions poured out.

"Nicholas..." she stammered.

He knelt down, never losing eye contact with her, and began to kiss her leg, carefully pushing them wider apart from the other.

She couldn't remember how to breathe, every ounce of her engulfed in her sweetheart who had this animal spirit to him that she could not place.

His lips traveled slowly, further and further down until it hit her panties, and she reluctantly let out a noise, as if he was taking too long.

He smiled up at her, and she could see him between her legs, his curls in different shades from the shadow of the fire.

He went back down, his teeth brushing against her right before grabbing ahold of the edge of her underwear, pulling them down until they held on for dear life around her knees.

He kissed the outside of her, his lips cold against her exposed body, making her jump. His finger ran around the outside of her walls, making her heart jump back up into her throat.

"Nicholas," Her words barely audible, but he heard her.

He slid one finger in, and began to circle her clit as gentle as he could, watching her face for her reaction.

She threw back her head, her back arched, and breathed in sharply.

The fire raged on, and she could hear the wood crack and crumble.

He saw her legs tremble, trying to separate themselves more.

This made him smirk.

"Okay," He soothed, trying to help her. "I understand." He whispered.

He took out his finger and sucked on it lightly before he crawled onto her, his body suspended in the air above her.

She watched him smile at her, a dazzling smile that kept her adrenaline running through her veins.

Never losing her gaze, she felt him begin to grind his hips into her, until she finally felt him enter entirely.

Her legs were at their widest, and she had to close her eyes just to concentrate on breathing.

He picked up the pace. His thrusts on this untraceable rhythm he created all on his own. She felt him inside her, his thrusting pushing her further up the carpet as he began to really get into it.

She bit her lip, feeling the tip of him slide passed her clit, driving her into a frenzy.

He pumped in and out of her, in and out, so steadily, she had to grab onto the carpet fibers around her to keep from screaming.

It was a fantastic sort of pain. He remembered to be as gentle as his body would let him, always careful to read her expression like a guide to know how he was doing.

A drip of sweat ran down his perfect eyebrow, dropping onto her chest. She was sweating, too. She wondered if it had been his passion or the fire that had done the trick, because now two sweaty bodies were crashing into each other, sliding back and forth creating friction, hoping to become one.

She grabbed ahold of his dick, making him let out a noise. She wanted more. She pulled it hard into her at the pace she wanted, making his hips sway at her direction.

He threw back his head, the feeling of her grip tight but loose enough to slide up and down him, making his eyes roll back up, and his mouth tremble slightly.

In a quick thought, she lifted her hips up just as he came smashing down, and they both let out a scream. His dick throbbed, releasing into her.

He fell down beside her, panting.

Her knees dropped to the floor, unable to close together. Her panties had ripped their seams, completely stretched out around her.

She laughed, trying to catch her breath.

He pulled her body close to him, his back facing the scalding fire but he didn't mind.

He took in a breath, and in the next second she could hear him sing to her happy birthday.

Indeed, it was the happiest birthday she'd ever had.

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